Study Hall - Monday, October 17th

[principalconnor.livejournal.com]

Sarah sits on the floor of the study hall, playing with a bunch of black lab puppies.

No, really.

And no, she's not teaching them how to kill. Although she is making them sniff a toaster and then sniff everybody who comes into the room.

Today is obviously not a low-paranoia day for her.

Comments

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty nods sadly.


Sing a new song, chiquitita
Try once more like you did before
Sing a new song, chiquitita
So the walls came tumbling down


Marty rolls his eyes. He holds up a sign.

"Better than dressing up like Connor."

[swerval_zero]

I guess that's a matter of opinion.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty smirks and scribbles out:

"I didn't think a black halter top and mirrored sunglasses was an attractive look for me."

[swerval_zero]

But now you're singin'....*shudder* ABBA.

[chasingangela]

"I know. Connor was better."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty gives Angela a confused look.

"Connor sings ABBA tunes?"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

[OOC: That was written BTW]

[chasingangela]

Angela smiles. "This is like who's on first. I meant I liked Connor-you better than Abba-you. The miniskirt did wonders for your figure."

[swerval_zero]

*nods agreement*