Journalism Class - Friday, September 9

[jerusalem-s.livejournal.com]

Professor Jerusalem has his head down on the desk, resting on his folded arms. He's shown up in what appear to be a pair of black pajama pants and his tattoos and nothing else. There's an ice pack balanced somewhat precariously on his head and a huge mug of something that's gently steaming beside his elbow.

His cat is perched at one end of the desk with two cigarettes and an ashtray, looking smug.

The newscreen behind him has a large message scrawled across it in what looks like spray paint.

Attention! Your professor has a hang-over.

In the interests of everyone surviving till the end of class, you are to enter, quietly, stop by the desk, identify yourself, and tell him one thing about yourself that will hopefully be interesting enough to register. Then take a seat and you may talk quietly amongst yourselves till he recovers enough to be coherent.

A few class notes:

Class trip to Long Pig!

Discussion of what you think really goes on around here.

Find Channon and ask where the FUCK she got that sake she sent as a going away present.

1. The classroom is always open, although if you want the feeds on you'll have to ask me, the Assistant or the Principal to turn 'em on. Anyone who wants to use it for club meetings, assignations, wild parties...? Fine. Just clean up after yourself.

2. Anyone who hasn't turned in a set of permission slips needs to do so now.

3. The yearbook and the newspaper club heads need to keep the Assistant informed of meetings so that I can at least pretend to be interested... and possibly pay for the pizza or whatever. I'm supposed to be 'involved'. Help me out, here.

4. I don't care if you belong to the gun club or not. Anyone I catch with a weapon in my class that I or the Principal didn't distribute ourselves gets an automatic detention. I intend to have a long talk with Abe no Seimei, Gandalf and Prof Hellboy about what, exactly, to look for in some of you. Pull a weapon in my classroom and it may well be the last thing you ever do.

5. God, I hate it here. Have a nice day.

Comments

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

*Paige walks into class and reads the note, she looks in her bag and pulls out a hipflask and puts in on Spider's desk* Hair of the dog sir?

*Paige then goes and sits at the back and waits for more people*

[jerusalem-s.livejournal.com]

One tattooed hand gropes around and manages to find the flask as if by some internal radar. One-handed it is opened and added to the steaming mug... which proceeds to steam a little more obviously.

Spider's head rose just long enough for a long swallow of whatever the concotion was before thudding again on the desk.

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe enters quietly and sits at the desk nearest to Professor Jerusalem in order to keep an eye on things.

She whispered her name and then turned to see the other girl that had entered.

"We haven't met," she whispered. "I'm Phoebe."

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

*Paige moves a bit closer to the front to talk to Phoebe* I'm Paige, I think I'm sharing with your sister, Piper?

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe nodded.

"Yeah, I'm Piper's younger sister," she said softly, reaching into her bag and placing a small bottle of Advil on the Professor's desk.

[courier-gavin.livejournal.com]

Jake shuffles inside the room, pausing to stare at the screen. He blinks, then eyes the professor warily. He steps a little closer. "I'm Jake. I heal from gunshots to the head."

[jerusalem-s.livejournal.com]

Spider's head came up at that, one hand closing around Phoebe's Advil almost automatically. "... I think you win today's 'Get the professor's attention' award."

[last-worde.livejournal.com]

William usually enters quietly in any case, which is just as well for him. He eyes Spider's cat warily and approaches the other side of the desk. "It's William de Worde, sir. I'm from the flat world that travels on the back of a giant tortise."

That done, he retreats to a desk and wonders if he should actually talk to someone or figure out what to do for the newspaper meeting tonight. At least they can have it here.

[jerusalem-s.livejournal.com]

Still working on the Advil, Spider nodded to him and then winced at the movement.

[courier-gavin.livejournal.com]

Jake shifted a couple of seats down to talk to the newspaper-boss-man. "Hey." He pulled a tiny notebook out of his jacket pocket and waved it infront of Willam. The top of the page read List of Injured with two, ah, names written down: Jayne Whatever and Tentacled Thing From The Basement. "Look, I got started on the list-thing."

[macanaut.livejournal.com]

MAc read the note, and thus quietly approached the prof, "I'm Mac, I once convinced a school full of preps to voluntarily give me all their allowance money, enough for me to buy a new car, with out any of them knowing who it was going to or getting mad at me."

[jerusalem-s.livejournal.com]

Swallowing the Advil and taking another healthy swallow from his mug, Spider squinted at her. "I like you already. Have a seat."

[marieann-d.livejournal.com]

Rogue runs in, her tennis shoes making clomping noises as she dashes from her English class. Seeing the note on the professor's desk, she stops short, then tiptoes to the desk. "Um, well, I'm a mutant who currently has," she stops to count, "about seven or eight personalities, including me, running around inside my head. And sometimes little bits of their abilities, too." She sits down in the middle of the room, wondering what class today will be like.

(OOC: I really need to check what account I'm logged in with before I comment.)

[jerusalem-s.livejournal.com]

Spider stared at her for a moment before letting his head drop back onto the desk, in a muffled voice, he asked, "Are you one of Delerium's friends?"

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

Oh I'm Paige by the way, I erm can move things with my mind, I think.

[caroline-todd.livejournal.com]

Caroline walks in quietly, noticing Mac is here already. She walks up to the professor, feeling sorry him and intrigued by his cat.
Uhm. I'm Caroline Todd. I look like a moose in photos, I think I just ate my body weight in chocolate and I smoke. I did. I gave up. But its just my lungs are sentimental and when I'm under pressure they start to woo me.

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

*Paige passes Caroline a note it says "Did you get my message about the bar?"

[positive-angel.livejournal.com]

*Chihaya slips in and reads the sign. He walks up to the desk and looks at the professor and then to Phoebe.*

I'm Chihaya. *said with a cheerful voice* I'm not in the class yet, I'm still trying to get my paperwork. But I'm the one who turned in the homework yesterday?

*Before walking off he thinks to add* And I'm an angel *in a soft voice*

[jerusalem-s.livejournal.com]

"Permission slip," came the muffled response from beneath Spider's ice pack. "Do not forget the permission slips."

[youngest-sister.livejournal.com]

*Delirium skips in, holding a tray of multicoloured... things.*

DOes aNyone want a popSiclE? I MAde thEm mysElf.

*she beams proudly*

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

I'll take one, *Paige looks at them doubtfully* erm what are they made of?*

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

Walking in, he notices the professor looking better than he expected. Nevertheless, he walks by the desk on the way to his seat.

"Morning, sir. Alex Krycek. I don't think there's much about me that's interesting that you don't already know."

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Rory tiptoes in and sets a greasy-looking whte bag down on the edge of her professor's desk.

"Um. Good morning, sir. It's Rory Gilmore - I'm the yearbook editor-in-chief? Hoping you remember me."

She starts off, and then remembers the bag.

"Oh. Um, I brought you some tacos. I know that it might sound nauseating, but they're honestly the best cure for hangovers that I've ever encountered."

[youngest-sister.livejournal.com]

*Delirium eats one of her own popsicles, and then suddenly sprouts a small pair of fairy wings*

*It's impossible to tell if these two events are related in any casual manner*

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

*Veronica tiptoes into the room*

"Hi Mr. Jerusalem. I'm Veronica Mars. Let's see... something interesting about me... well, my first boyfriend almost turned out to be my half brother, my second boyfriend was a drug dealer, my third boyfriend was a sheriff's deputy and my fourth (and last) boyfriend's father tried to kill me."