Study Hall -- Thursday, November 10th

[principalconnor.livejournal.com]

At the front desk, Sarah is teaching the puppies to attack a tiny toy robot. Most of them are gnawing cutely at it.

Due to the fond looks everybody has been casting at the corner of the room, she's brought the pool table back.

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[addams-daughter.livejournal.com]

Wednesday arrives very early, a stack of what appear to be children's books under one arm instead of her text books. She has her black basket again, although the egg in it has a tiny, black bunny suit on this morning.

The picture books appear to be all in black and white and grey with the occasional splash of red and are strongly reminiscent of Edward Gorey's (http://images.google.com/images?hl=en&q=Edward%20Gorey%20&sa=N&tab=wi) illustrations.

She is reading very quietly to the egg, but the words 'indescribable agony', 'death thoes' and 'morbid tragedy' can be made out occasionally.

[principalconnor.livejournal.com]

(OOC: *snickers* There is nothing about any of that that isn't morbidly adorable. :))

[addams-daughter.livejournal.com]

((OOC: It's very hard to imagine Wednesday as a mother, but Morticia makes an admirable model in some ways. The bunny suit, however, killed me. It should have been a squid outfit, but I don't think Wednesday had enough time to knit all the little tentacles at 2 am.))

[demonbelthazor]

Belthazor immediately made a beeline for the pool table and started to play.

[defiantlyyours.livejournal.com]

6 ambles up and takes a seat next to Wednesday. "Hello my dear."

[addams-daughter.livejournal.com]

"Six," Wednesday greeted him gravely, looking up from her book. She indicated the basket. "This is Hyde, my home economics project. Hyde, this is Six."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John slides into study hall and starts working on his equations for his independent math study.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

After shop class, Sam headed into study hall. She took a seat next to Cameron. "Hey."

[defiantlyyours.livejournal.com]

6 regarded the egg suspiciously. "Hello, Hyde." 6 cast an eye at Wednesday. "You accepted an egg without running a thorough check on it?" he muttered, careful not to let Hyde hear him.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angelus joined him. "9 ball?"

[addams-daughter.livejournal.com]

"It's supposed to be a chicken egg." Wednesday reached out and picked it up, examining it critically. "It's not, but I do believe that it is harmless. Duce took it around town yesterday and reported nothing terribly odd about it. I'm going to ask for further time with it today at class, I think. I'm not doing well with my Food Preservation project, so I think the egg might do very well as a substitute."

She put Hyde back in its basket and closed the picture book, turning to give Six an equally critical look. "I was beginning to wonder if you'd run afoul of Rover and been locked in a closet somewhere. You really ought to have some sort of signal for that eventuality."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John smiles over at Sam and promptly breaks the tip of his pencil. "Hey there. How's it goin?"

[demonbelthazor]

"Sure, you want to break?"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"I can if you want to gamble." Angelus put a twenty down on the table.

[death-n-binky.livejournal.com]

*After shop class, DEATH decides to go to study hall to plan today's meeting with the Dean. He is carrying a box of political buttons, a stack of very official looking papers, and appears to be covered in something that resembles dried pumpkin (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomhigh/344750.html#comments). A seed drops off his robes periodically as he moves, though DEATH doesn't seem to notice.

Those that wander close enough to his table risk being assaulted with political rhetoric and buttons. Those that cannot see him notice a sense of dread and the faint odor of fresh pumpkin.*

[leeadama.livejournal.com]

"John John John John. Why have I not seen you in, like, over 24 hours?" Lee says, sitting down next to him in and pulling out his geology notebook.

[death-n-binky.livejournal.com]

[demonbelthazor]

"First the video game, now this?" Belthazor grinned and pulled out a twenty of his own and put it on the table. "Are we in a competitive mood this week?"

[addams-daughter.livejournal.com]

((OOC:I live to amuse. The feeling is definitely mutual. DEATH is one of my favorites to read.))

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John immediately closes his notebook when Lee sits down next to him. "You've been looking in the wrong places? How's it goin, Lee?"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angelus put chalk on the end of his stick. Which was not a metaphor for anything. "Nah, I just enjoy adding a little spice."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Okay," She turned around, showing him her back. "Am I covered in pumpkin?"

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John eyes her back carefully. There's pumpkin on her but there's no way John's telling her. "Uh, no! Why would you have pumpkin on you?"

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"We were flinging pumpkins in shop class," She replied, grinning. "DEATH exploded his and it got all over everything."

[demonbelthazor]

"It does make things more interesting when you actually have something on the line," Belthazor agreed, watching Angelus handle his stick.