Newspaper Crew Meeting: 16:00 FHS-20:00 FHS

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In the Journalism room, Jake is hidden behind a tower of upside-down styrofoam cups. Obviously, he's been working very hard while waiting for everybody else to arrive.

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[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Hey Jake.

*mocks salutes with a bandage covered hand*

Reporting as ordered.

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

[ooc: do we have a couch in here? Beka needs a nap.]

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Can I use it? I need a nap.]

[courier-gavin.livejournal.com]

(ooc: God knows. But desks put together can actually be pretty comfy to sleep on.)

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angelus came into the room with a bookbag slung over one shoulder and both hands carefully carrying two trays of coffee with four paper coffee cups each.

He played one tray in the middle of the room, clearly open for anyone who wanted to take from it. The other he kept by him protectively.

He took a seat at one of the desks and began writing notes in one of his notebooks.

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Jake ducks out from behind the tower. "Hey, Callisto! ...What's with your hand?"

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[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

[ooc: I slept, but for like five hours. And my greedy boss won't let me take a nap at work. *pout*]

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[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Dressed in a crisp white blouse, minimally buttoned, a short black and white schoolgirl plaid skirt, Beka enters the classroom looking exactly like she's been dealing with the entire world's emodrama's overnight. Which is to say, piqued.

Her gaze lights on Angelus, and the coffee. She winks at one and covets the other, and barely manages to set her bag next to a row of desks before she's got a cup of coffee in her hands.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Oh, I tried to beat up my own reflection fell over, last night. Nothing broken, just a bit banged up.

I see you were smart enough to skip art yesterday.

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[courier-gavin.livejournal.com]

Jake eyed her. "Can you still type?"

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[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Like I said, nothing broken.

*wiggles fingers*

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[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Beks," Angelus looked up at her. "How'd it go last night?"

[ooc: So why was she winking at the coffee? ;) ]

[courier-gavin.livejournal.com]

"Great! You," he points at her. "Get to interview Hamlet on... Fencing." He glances quickly down at his notes. "And... whoever the hell is in charge of the Celine Dion-thing."

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

The Male Fans of Celine Dion? *suddenly starts laughing has a coughing fit*

That'd be Cameron and Crichton. Sure I'll talk to them.

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

"Oh. Swell. Our Emodemon pal is still emo. Only I have a splitting headache."

She sipped the coffee gratefully, but it quickly became obvious to her she'd need to sleep. Especially if she was to have a late night a busy night.

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"And this would be why I'm giving Bel a wide berth for the time being," Angelus said. "I want to be there for him but can't say I'm much liking being the punching bag. You know me: not without consent and at least a blowjob by the time we're done. Could nap on my lap if you wanted."

[courier-gavin.livejournal.com]

"Awesome. So when you want your first lesson?" Jake grins.