Speech Comm

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

301--Family, Intimacy, and Nurture

[Laid out on the table are snacks...popcorn, soda, little sandwiches. Once again, she attempts to show Home for the Holidays. Hopefully this weel will be uneventful.

As you watch, she sits at her desk, prepping detention. You may talk to her, or amongst youselves, just be respectful.]

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[wannabelawyer.livejournal.com]

*Takes a seat and some popcorn, hoping that nobody threatens to chew through his neck this week. Obviously, movies DO cause violence in teenagers*

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Hey. I, um, didn't really get a chance to apologize to you this week. For last Friday. You know, the whole me-being-jackshit-insane thing.

[wannabelawyer.livejournal.com]

Jackshit-insane. Heh. Your own special brand of insanity?

You're over it, right? Not gonna flip out and threaten to turn my ears into some sort of fashion accessory?

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Now that you mention it, they would look charming... sorry, my bad. *raises one hand* I swear to... whatever you like that I am not going to flip out and attempt to remove any body part of yours ever again, cherished or uncherished. And you can punch me if you like. Er, probably shouldn't do it in here, though.

[wannabelawyer.livejournal.com]

See, I figure punching potentially crazy people isn't the best plan ever. What with them being potentially crazy and all. So...I probably won't punch you.
and not because you'd probably just kick my ass

But, good to know you're not gonna dismember me, I guess. I never much liked the thought of losing valuable body parts.

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

So, if I want to retain unpunched, my best bet is to convince you I could go crazy again. Hmmmm...

[OOC: Hee! Never gonna get tired of that, are we?]

[wannabelawyer.livejournal.com]

Your performance last week got me pretty convinced you might go nuts again, so no need to prove it. Really.



[ooc:Nope. We're really not. hehe]

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Rory approaches Professor Cregg's desk, wringing her hands slightly.

"Professor? Nothing...weird is going to happen in detention, right?"

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

Jack signs in and takes a seat. He's really starting to like the unofficial Movie-Fridays around here.

[not-an-ex-demon.livejournal.com]

Anya comes in and takes the seat next to Jack. She can't stand not knowing whats going on anymore and wants to talk to him.

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

Jack tenses up slightly and prays nothing bad happens.

"Hey."

[not-an-ex-demon.livejournal.com]

"Jack," she says in a serious tone. "I want to know what's going on with us."

"First, you don't call or show up to our date last week, then you give me a picture with a note. Which I have to tell you is certainly *not* you at your sexiest. Then you ignore me for the rest of the week. I thought we were dating. This is *not* how you treat someone you are dating!" she says rapid fire then takes a long breath.

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

"Okay, one, I was in the clinic sick. Two, I didn't give you any picture. Three, we're dating?" Since when?

[not-an-ex-demon.livejournal.com]

Not really liking the tone Jack is taking, considering *he* stood *her* up, she says, "I'm sorry you were getting drunk sick, but a phone call would have been apropriate. And yes, you did give me a picture- WITH A NOTE. I could show you, but its under my pillow in my room. Thirdly, since prom and what was supposed to be last week."

She looks at him pointedly then adds, "You know, you don't need to be so grumpy, you aren't the one recieving the mixed messages!"

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

"Ask House's Boy, he's the one who treated me, I'm sorry I didn't call that was dumb. All me. I'm telling you, I didn't give you--" Jack cuts a glance over to CJ snf lowers his voice to a whisper. "I didn't give you any picture and I sure as hell didn't give you any note. We went to homecoming. That's dating?"

"Mixed messages? How? I--" Jack let out an aggravated sigh and dropped his head onto his desk heavily. "I hate Fridays."

[not-an-ex-demon.livejournal.com]

Anya had no idea when to let up, but does feel bad at Jack's last reactions (I mean she *does* like him after all).

"Fine, you were sick" she says really doubting him"and I am *so* checking into that", "but I did</> get a note from you Saturday, Jack. It had a picture OF YOU attached to it!" she says shaking her head.

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

"Oh my god. I am telling you for the last time. I. Didn't. Send. You. Any. Picture!"

[not-an-ex-demon.livejournal.com]

"Whatever Jack. Men are so predictable," she sighs thinking of all the men she's eviserated known in her lifetime.

"Look, if think I'm making up something that would be so silly, and schoolgirl of me to make up, then come to my room after class and I will show you the note *and the picture that showed up the day after you left me waiting for you all night long!"she says rather loudly.

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

"Crimeny, I'll go with you if you just keep your voice down." Jack rubbed the bridge of his nose and grunted slightly. It was going to be a long day, he could just tell.

[not-an-ex-demon.livejournal.com]

Not wanted him to get upset at the level of her speech, Anya passes Jack a note that reads:

Jack,

I am sorry that you seem to be having a bad day and that my decision to talk to you had to land on it. However, it has been very painful for me the past week to not know what is going on. All I know is that we had a date last Friday and that you didn't show up and didn't call- ALL WEEK.

I realize that I was out of town Saturday planning your death but I have one of those machines that records calls while you are out. There were no messages when I returned, only a note that had your named signed on it with a picture of you in a silly shirt with a wooden stick. Then you don't call and obviously avoid me the rest of the week.

What am I supposed to think?

Yes, come to my room with me insert porn music here to see the letter since you don't beleive me. But only if you want to.

love,
Anya

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

Jack reads the note and passes one back,

I called you on Monday after you weren't in class. Monday. Ever think maybe your machine sucks? They have a tendency to eat things sometimes.

I. Sent. No. Picture. None. Not a one. And I haven't been avoiding you, it's been a long week.

I'll go with but I'm telling you, I know I didn't send you any picture.

[not-an-ex-demon.livejournal.com]

Noticing the hostility, Anya gives up and decides that having D'Hoffryn here next weeekend really was a good idea that he can see the damn letter for himself. Then curses the technology that brought forth the answering machine and wishes it was the 60's again.


Fine, then she writes back. After class come with me and you can see what an lying asshole how forgetful you are when you are sick. As for the message, I am sorry I didn't get it and take back what I said about you ignoring me. I should have known that you wouldn't treat me that way.


ooc: Kawalsky is *so* dead once this comes to a head.

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

Jack jots down a quick response.

Fine. I'll be there. I would just like to say one more time though that I never sent any picture. And the apology's accepted. I'm not a complete ass. Usually.


[Oh yes. Poor Kawalsky-Mun.]

[not-an-ex-demon.livejournal.com]

Reads the reply and can't believe Jack!

And the apology's accepted Who does he think he is standing *me* up and accepting *my* apology!

She quickly scribles back to the guy she's obviously crazy about:

After class then. Whatever, you'll see I am not the crazy liver eating person you think I am.

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

I don't think your crazy just delusional. You might have a oicture but I'm telling you. I didn't send it.

[not-an-ex-demon.livejournal.com]

Anya reads Jack's reply and although she loves is fond of him, is currently wishing he'd burst into a ball of candy colored flames.

Then maybe you can help figure out where it came from. After all, if you didn't stick it on my door which I doubt, wouldn't you like to know who's poking their nose into our love life?

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

In this place? The person doesn't even have to know either of us to wanna do something stupid. It might not even be a picture of me, are you sure it isn't Mac?

[not-an-ex-demon.livejournal.com]

Anya resists temptation to wad paper up and throw at Jack's head. As if she didn't know her beloved's own picture......

While that is a true point, I stick by my statement. And no it's not mac. You are far more physically appealing than he isbesides, there is no mullet in the picture

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

Fine. Sure, it's a picture of me. I still know I didn't send it.

[not-an-ex-demon.livejournal.com]

wow! Not even a reaction at my compliment. Who does this asshole guy think he is?

Fine class is over in 5 minutes. See you there

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

Deal.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*slips into class late, without coffee*

*picks up a handful of popcorn, but seems more interested in playing with and picking at it, than eating it or watching the movie*

[absolutesnark]

Piper wanders into class, takes some popcorn and watches the movie.

[dbiers.livejournal.com]

D'anna takes a snack and has a seat. She doesn't expect they'll get to watch all the way to the end, but she's game for trying.

[miss-monochrome.livejournal.com]

::watches movie:: [ooc - creative, no?]

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

Veronica watches the movie, but scribbles notes for her newspaper articles as well.

[allie-cameron.livejournal.com]

Allie watches the movie and wonders where Logan is.