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Parent Check-in

Rover, Martin Blank and Alanna Trebond sit at the registration table with information packets

Included in the packets are:
Your child's/ward's/whatever relationship you have with this person's Class Schedule
A Map of the School and Town
A Schedule of Events for Parents Weekend
The rules and regulations of Parents Weekend
A Coupon Book

At the desk is a sign saying:
Please sign in here for Parents Weekend

And depending who is looking at the sign it will magically say:
To ensure everyone's safety, please surrender any Firearms/Weaponry/Magical doodads that will cause harm to our students.

Your property will be returned to you before you leave.

Thank you!

ETA: Parents/Guardians are now required to check in on their own.
((OOC: In other words... If your parents are somewhat "normal" and unarmed they will not see the message. Unless they are packing some kind of weapon, and then they will be see it. Got it?))

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Broots nodded. "The teacher. She's a bit of a loon. She made us think we had mental disorders and then sent us out of the class. I made a bit of a fool of myself in the common room. And, she's weird. And no, not playing. A portal. This is a bit of weird school. You get used to it after a while."

Oh, well, did you have a talk with her? About leaving you out of similar situations in the future?" Maria asks, concerned because her son always did well in school, as long as it wasn't PE.

"a portal, it certainly sounds like an odd school."

"I'd talk to her, but I'm a bit afraid that she'd eat me. Or feed me to her pet squid. You'll get to meet her tomorrow. Just, well, she's scary. And yeah, we're odd. The guy next door to me is a vampire, on the other side I have a demon. I think we have a few witches too." Broots nods wisely.

"A Vampire! You know, when we were told you had to come here I had assumed it was just a school for troubled teens, not some kind of insane asylum," she tells him.

"You've been okay, haven't you?"

"It's nice here. ~~People don't beat me up.~~ It's not that we're troubled, just different. And yeah, I've been okay. I'm TAing for my math class now. It's really cool." Broots nodded. "How are things back home? ~~Did anyone even notice I'm gone?~~"

"Well I'm glad you're meeting people you can relate to at least.

Do you like your Math teacher or is he the sort to make you grade mountains of homework?" Maria asks, clearly happy to be speaking to her son again.

"Oh everything's fine, Cam's vollyball team went to the state championships, Your father might be recieving an award for distinction from the American Dental Association and we all miss you terribly. Do you ever miss home?"

Broots nodded. "Yeah, it's nice. And no Cam to bug me either. I don't think the Math teacher would notice if a mountain fell on him. Unless there was a way to calculate the velocity at which it was falling." He grinned reufully. "I miss home, I don't miss Cam, I don't miss Dad's nagging. I don't miss my classmates. And ... I'm glad to hear about Dad's award. It must be great."

((You around all weekend, btw?))

"Your sister loves you JC, I'm sure she misses you. And so does your father. We just want you to be happy and seeing as all that time on the computer is what landed you here we sometimes think it might be best if you spent time away from it.

I'm glad you like him, he sounds very, focused and lucky for you he's clearly not the type to obsess over grading papers right? It's never fun to work for some one obsessed with timetables.

"Yeah, I'm sure she does." Broots replied dryly. "He's obssessed with time tables, but the kind that solve math alogorithms, not the ones that try to figure out the students grades. You'll get to meet him tomorrow too. Most of my teachers vanished, so I'm not taking that many classes. Um, just psych, physics, advanced math, and pilosophers."

The Philosophers? You're taking a philosophy course? Now that's something I'm proud of, very good to see you branching out."

"Um, well, my computer teacher vanished and I needed something to replace it. It's a new class, the teacher seems really interesting."

((*tickles* You still around tonight?))

Well still, it's not something that comes as easy to you as computers and science. I do want you to challenge yourself accademically JC, I just want you to not miss out on a social life either.

((yeah, and I'm not sure if I mentioned that tommorrow night I'm not, well I mentioned it but not in this thread, it was in the posts I made, but those were really long and I understand if info got lost in there

p.s. Broots' family is way fun to play!))

Broots nodded a bit glumly. "I know Mom, I'm always challenging myself academically. And here, it's actually fun to participate in school activities. Except the time the zombies attacked. But that was cool too, cause I got to help put people back together again."

((Omg, I know! They're so fun to play with! Thank you so much! Will you be here earlier in the day? For the other parent activities? And can I get the password for the Broots journal for the evening so I can ~~totally loose it as I play ten characters, most of whom are talking to each other~~ keep the neccessary convo going?))

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at the mention of a portal Cam's eyes bug out.

"Tell me there's a possibility the portal will take you and never let you return, lie if you need to," she tells him.

"Yeah it takes you anywhere. I figure it might even land an annoying, younger, bratty sister on Mars if I asked it nicely. And some people haven't returned."

"What's the portals feeling on pasty, pathetic losery types who really need to never come home again?" She asks, annoyed by this stupid place already.

Broots grinned. "It spit the first one right one, but kept his sister as a fee."

"Yeah sure, I highly doubt it would take some one people might actually miss, dork.

Broots glanced around himself, as if looking for the person Cam was refering to. "Oh! You're talking about yourself! I wasn't aware your friends had the brain capacity to notice one of their own was missing."

"Where as the only way some one would notice you'd gone anywhere was if they needed some one to beat up!" She snaps back, "you know, no one even noticed you were gone. No one asked and no one has even mentioned your name at school. Face it loser, you're like a non-entity. Even Parker wouldn't talk to you if she couldn't bully you into doing her dirty work."

Broots opened and closed his mouth a few times and began to turn a bit red in the face. "At least I have friends here! And Miss Parker sees me as a friend also! And the friends I do have actually have brains unlike the guys back home!"

Rolling her eyes Cam smiles icily and then says, "Oh, I'm sorry, of course Miss Parker is your friend. I'll bet you just hack files for Miss Parker and fetch coffee for Miss Parker and generally kiss the ass of Miss Parker because that's part of your super secret best friend code.

And the way she yells at you and belittles your manhood and intelligence? That's code also."

Broots' eyes narrow. "Friends get each other out ~~and in~~ of trouble. Which is something Miss Parker and I both do for each other. And yeah, I help her. And she helps me. And she treats everyone like that. Including her boy friend. And I have my own ways of getting back. What do you know about friendship?"

"I have way more friends than you do. And my friends don't get me almost thrown into jail"

"Yeah, and between all of you, you might even come up with half a brain! And my non-existant friends had nothing to do with me getting almost thrown into jail!"