Study Hall

[principalconnor.livejournal.com]

"Welcome to the study hall for Friday, Sept--"

Principal Connor stops talking, raises her gun, and shoots at something in the corner of the room. Instead of a bullet, a net flies out and covers a tiny squealing creature covered in green fur. She picks it up by its ears and scowls.

"I thought you were supposed to be in the dungeons. C'mon, you little squealer. Back you go."

Principal Connor stalks off, the creature still dangling from her grasp. Over her shoulder, she calls out, "You kids might want to keep out for more of these stupid things. Their bites can make you do really weird things. Really weird."

Comments

[caroline-todd.livejournal.com]

Caroline walks in and sits on the floor against the wall. Contemplating why the principal was carrying what looked like a green furby, and why she should fear it she started chewing on a pen and waiting for more people to file in the door.

[julian-lawless.livejournal.com]

*eyes the small patch of singed green fur remaining on the wall, checks to ensure his stiletto is within grasp, and continues with his Classics homework*

[you-cannot-have.livejournal.com]

*Mango is in a desk, having already been to all of his classes at least once, is staring at his art book.

It's got pictures in it! Pretty ones!

It because of this that he almost missed the commotion with the fluffy green thing. From what little of it he saw, it looks like it would make a good hat.*

[jayne-serenity.livejournal.com]

*comes in leading SHeldon, and takes a seat with him at the back of the room*

[smallfry-.livejournal.com]

wanders in, ducking as something green and furry flies past her ear. She can't tell if it's flying or been thrown

Huh, between the trees trying to talk to me or attack me, and the tentacles in the dorms, I think I'm going to need some self-defence classes soon.

*eyes the notices tacked up on the wall in case something suitable is on offer*

*Sits down at an empty table*

Right, I'd better get on with some Journalism homework then. Hmm...150 words on alcohol. *chews pen and looks thoughtful*

*hopes inspiration strikes before another green thing does*

[http://users.livejournal.com/_jubilation_lee/]

Jubilee walks into the room, glances around to find the best spot to sit for people-watching, then plops down in a chair near the door. She props her feet up on the nearest chair and takes out a People magazine, flipping through it as she chews her gum and smiles at everybody who walks by.

[swerval_zero]

*dodges fleeing green fuzzy thing, pokes head in door*

Hey, uh, Principal Connor? Those little fuzzy grinders? There's a total infestation in the common room. And they're sort of holding my stuff hostage. So, I've got my kicking boots on. Is it okay if I do them some damage, or are they school mascots or something?

[bloodyrockgod]

Little English guy flipping through his classics textbook.

All things considered, he'd rather be practicing guitar. But isn't that ways true?

[alchemic-bean.livejournal.com]

*stomps in, sits down and drops several books loudly on a desk*

*sits down, opens a book and ignores the weird green fuzzy thing that was hiding under the desk and attaches to his left leg via its teeth*

[kinneybrian.livejournal.com]

*strolls in and drops the backpack on the empty desk nearby*

glances around, then shrugs, as he takes out a Batman Comic to read inside the english textbook*

[lizzy-turner.livejournal.com]

*drags an enormous stack of books into the room and sits at an empty desk. proceeds to pick up one of the books and a piece of paper, and takes notes*

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

*collapses in chair near the window, shades on, clutching a mocha she clearly wishes was alcohol, still shaken up by recent events (http://www.livejournal.com/users/janet_fraiser/10296.html).*

[magitekboy.livejournal.com]

*lies on a bench, relaxed*

*is on a good mood because dungeons and small furry monsters make him feel at home*

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

Veronica enters the study hall, intent on completing her journalism homework before dinner out with the girls.

She is mildy concerned by all the talk of squids, attacking trees and small, furry monsters.

[can_be_more]

Aeryn wanders in, takes a seat, and...

...looks around. She really should have brought something to do.

Bored already, she debates either doing some conditioning in the back of the room, or trying to perfect that undulating tongue thing. Since the tongue thing is probably less conspicuous, she tries that.