Study Hall -- Monday, October 24th

[principalconnor.livejournal.com]

Sarah sits at the front desk, a large pile of romance novel notes school-related documents sitting in front of her. She occasionally glances at the stack thoughtfully as if she's trying to come up with an idea and failing miserably.

Instead, however, she's been drawing mushroom clouds on the blackboard. She appears to have had a lot of practice at it.

OOC: Give me a couple of days to finish the romance novel chapter, 'kay? Sarah and I are both having a bit of writer's block on the subject, but we should be fine. ;)

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[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Awesome. I owe you one, man." Anders can't help wondering, though, if the lock has any weird side effects, possibly involving mayonnaise or sausage links.

He pulls out a notebook and the official Colonial Pyramid League handbook and gets to work on summarizing the Pyramid game rules so the team can be approved.

[OOC: OMG, go study! Also, I so was not rewatching "SWAT" last night and wanting Syd/Z fic. Nooooooooo.]

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

*sits down next to Anders*

Good, I didn't have to remind you.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Hey. *grins* Nope, I remembered.

Sorry about the lack of toast this morning but I thought it'd be cold by the time you woke up anyway.

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

S'okay. I just had some cereal instead. *smile*

How's the manual coming?

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Pretty good. I'm just going through and figuring out how much stuff might actually come up at this level of play.

*starts playing footsie with Cally across the aisle* Sleep okay?

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

*plays footsie back* Yeah, I slept great as always. *still smiling*

So, *nods her head towards Bridge* we have a new lock yet?

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

As always, huh? *goofy grin*

Not yet. He said he'd install it tonight, though. Which is good, 'cause I'm supposed to go and train with Kara in the gym. Lee totally hates me though.

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Well, I got Cyborg Theory tonight anyways, so that's no biggie. *starts fiddligng with QP notes*

We can meet up afterwards, right?

[ooc: And I now have 7 Anders icon bases loaded in photoshop, *snicker*]

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Absolutely. You could always come down and watch me practice, if you have time. Or, you know, I'll hang out in the common room or something.

*plays footsie some more*

[OOC: What a coincidence . . . I have 7 icon spaces left!]

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Yep, I'll come down as soon as class is over. If you're not in the gym, I'll check the common room. Sound like a plan? *plays more footsie because omg we have to win the competition in the paper*

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Sounds like a plan to me, coach. *grins, then leans over the aisle and kisses Cally because the campaign is SO on now*

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Good work, champ. *grins and rubs noses before Anders can lean back*

You need any help with the manual? I think I'm done with studying, for now.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

*doesn't lean back anyway, and reaches over to scratch at the back of Cally's neck*

No, I think I'm pretty much done with it . . . wanna look?

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Sure. *kisses Anders on the nose*

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

*grins and hands the notebook over to Cally, kissing her on the nose right back*

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

*grins, and looks over the notebook*

Yeah, I think you got everything covered.

*hands it back, and kisses Anders on the lips*

You did good, champ.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Thanks, coach. *rubs noses with Cally again*

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

*blushes, just because*

I better get going to QP. See you later?

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Definitely. Love you. *kisses Cally on the cheek*

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Love you too. *rubs Anders' cheek with her thumb before gathering up her stuff and walking away... and turns and blows a kiss when she reaches the door, before exiting*

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

*starts sliding down in his chair, grinning like a maniac*

*. . . eventually hits the floor*

Ow.