Study Hall --- Thursday, October 20th

[principalconnor.livejournal.com]

Sarah sits at the front desk, leaning back in her chair with her feet up and looking like she's asleep. There's a few gigantic boxes of donuts, hot coffee and tea for anybody else who arrives in study hall as early as she has, and while it may look as if she's perfectly harmless like this, there is a pile of rubber bands very near her hand. The threat that she'll shoot them at anyone who bugs her is obvious.

(OOC: Forgive the mun, but she's just started a new night job and will be sleeping through a lot of the day, so it's either a few days a week of study hall bright and early or study hall late and dark.)

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[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

*grabs a coffee and sits at the closest table*

*rests arms and chin on tabletop*

*does not happen have a bag of rubber bands of her own*

*has absolutely no desire to start a rubber band fight with the principal purely because she's bored*

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Does not have his own rubber bands

Does not throw a spitwad at Callisto which lands in her hair

Does not grin evilly

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

*does not stop her target practice (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomhigh/244609.html?thread=11732609#t11732609)*

*does not pull spitwad out of hair*

*does not see Marty*

*does not start flicking paper balls at him*

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Bored out of his mind, Marty decides to avoid all subtext homework and shoots a spitwad across the room at Callisto when Connor's back is turned.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Callisto catches the spitwad in her hand before it can hit her, she then starts scrubbing her hand clean.

The minute she is sure that Connor isn't watching she flicks a rubber band towards Marty.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty ducks under the rubber band and sends it back when both Connor and and Callisto aren't looking.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Callisto claps her hand to the ear the rubber band hit.

Quickly flicks several more at Marty while Connor is facing the other way.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

*Gets hit in the eye*

*But it's still funny*

*Escalates to spitwads when Connor's back is turned*

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Wipes spitwads off armour.

Glares at Marty.

Starts loading spitwads into makeshift slingshot.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Throws two more spitwads while she loads makeshift slingshot and while Connor isn't looking.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Holds the slingshot out of Connor's line of sight.

Aims at Marty.

Releases.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Hits Marty in the chest and plops down onto his omelette.

Glares at Callisto.

Returns fire when Callisto and Connor are distracted.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angelus came into study hall late (too late for the Paige fiasco) but fortunately in time to catch the one person he was looking for.

He took a chair on the opposite side of Callisto's office supply weapons.

"So," he said, conversationally. "Ethics class."

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Callisto looks up. "What about Ethics class?"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"There's this little exercise coming up," Angelus said. "Don't know if you've heard about it."

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

"I'd heard rumours, nothing solid though."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Have you heard that I'm one of the TAs," Angelus asked, "and that Prof Maclay asked for a lot of input from mea about this particular class project?"

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Callisto raises an eyebrow. "That's either my cue to start worrying or bring popcorn."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Popcorn, yes," Angelus grinned. "Worrying - that depends. Can you trust me?"

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Callisto shrugs. "I trust you not to do anything which runs counter to your own best interests. Since I'm assuming teach would come down on you hard for actually damaging another student, I suppose that's a yes."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Fair point," Angelus said. "Allow me to reword: How much would you trust me to do you a favor?"

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

"I'd wonder what you wanted in return, but I'd trust you not to backstab me out of hand."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"In this case, nothing," Angelus said. "Except your trust. See, I'm having a little fun here and since we haven't made out in, like, days now what's up with that you and I have a similar sense of humor I figured you might want some fun too. So it's possible I may have arranged things so you can enjoy the sidelines with me. But you have to trust me."

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Callisto grins at Angelus. "Lack of supply closets maybe? I probably shouldn't, but I'll trust you. And cut your dead unbeating heart out with a spoon if you decide to betray me."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Point. Though at some point I wouldn't hate trying this without tripping over a mop bucket. Good," Angelus grinned. "Because when you hear it you're going to want to not trust me. You may even want to punch me in the face. Which could lead to the supply closet again so hang on while I remind myself of the downside But just remember, I did it so we both could have fun."