MATHS CLASSES: Friday 11.11, FST: 16:00-18:00

[charlieeppes.livejournal.com]

Charlie is sitting on his desk. Beside him there's a plate of brownies, a bowl of popcorn and a bowl with kiwis in. He's looking quite pleased with the world.

"Wallace Fennell has detention.

Barbossa is, if the radio is to be believed, a parrot, and will be excused from class until such point that he is no longer a parrot."

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Re: Talk to Charlie

[actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com]

Archie's face twists into an agitated expression. "The best I can tell, sir, it was my own time. Or perhaps an . . . alternate version of my own time. My own life. Things that to the best of my knowledge never happened to me, but triggered memories in my mind. Things about myself that human beings shouldn't know beforehand."

He paces for a bit, trying to shake the agitation. "When I came back through the locker, I went into hiding. Everything was too confusing for me, and so I ran . . . hid away on the beach for several days. When they found me, I was half-dead and nearly mad with hunger."

Re: Talk to Charlie

[charlieeppes.livejournal.com]

Charlie holds out the remaining brownies towards Archie. "That's incredibly fascinating horrible. The advanced group hasn't begun working on the project yet, so I don't think it would be much problem in letting you back in. You'll have to borrow someone's notes and give me summaries like they did, however, so I know that you've read the theory."