Study Hall -- Thursday, November 17th

[principalconnor.livejournal.com]

Sarah has a bunch of electronic equipment spread out on the front desk, She could either be building something or taking it apart -- it could go either way.

Occasionally, she stops to throw a ball to send the puppies and kittens after it and make them stop crawling all over her looking for snuggles.

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[courier-gavin.livejournal.com]

Jake had intended to go to journalism, but when he arrived at school, he decided that he'd spent way too much time in that room lately, and went to Study hall instead. He absently picked up a confused looking orange kitten that bashed into his foot at high speed, and made his way over to a free table. He placed the kitten on his shoulder and started sorting through his sketches.

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

JOhn walks in, parts of his project from MacGyver's class in hand.
He tosses a pack of small jeweler screwdrivers on the desk.

"Fancy that. Same idea?" He holds up the pieces of his project and guestures to her electronic spread. He takes a seat in a chair next to the desk and gets OMG SNUGGLED by two puppies and a kitty.

"So. Turkey day. Anything special, or will it be just us like last year?"

[marieann-d.livejournal.com]

Rogue smiles and waves at John from across the room.

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

John gets up and sits next to her.
"Hey! What's up? RougeRogue, right?"

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Beka nodded to Connor. They never had gone out for those drinks and now might be a good time to do it. Gods knew she could need a drink or ten.

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

John returned the not. Hey, that was Beka, right? You owe her a drink or 10 or two.

He walked over at the same time as the Rogue conversation because it's John Connor, King of Time Travel and said, "Hello."

Wow, John, you're the eloquentest.

[principalconnor.livejournal.com]

"Not really the same idea." Sarah shrugs and changes the subject. "And yeah, just us." She looks across the desk and glares at him. "I hope you're not going to give me shit about shooting the turkey again."

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"Only if you don't pick out all the buckshot again. That shit hurts. Nearly cracked a tooth. Is there a Fandom faculty dinner? I bet the Dean carves a mean bird."

"I can pick up the screwdrivers later. Got a spare pack in my room. Stupid Shop project."

His foot gets attacked by a small furry OMG SO CYOOOOTE! thing.

[demonbelthazor]

Belthazor took a seat in study hall, watching the door as if waiting for someone in particular.

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Beka settled next to Bel, not looking directly at him. She pulled out her Flexis, laptop, and notebooks, arranged them neatly and emphatically, and asked, "How's Phoebe?"

[demonbelthazor]

"Better," Bel said. "Resting. In our room. She needs to take a few days off."

[fh_jackass]

Logan sat down next to Bel. "What do you know?" he asked in a low voice.

[demonbelthazor]

"Wanted to ask you the same thing," Belthazor said quietly. "You got any idea what 'evidence' they think they have?"

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Beka nodded to Logan, keeping only half an ear on the conversation he had with Bel. Bel would tell her anything she needed to know, but Logan might be able to help her discredit Veronica and Lamb. "Later?" she mouthed.

[sakuracchyan.livejournal.com]

Sakura wanders in, sits down, and pulls a bundle of fuzzy thread out of her bag and some knitting needles. She stares at a pattern, frowning and fidgeting with the needles for a moment, then idly starts to knit. From the look of the pattern, it will eventually become a scarf.

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

A dark edgy energy clung to Beka as she entered Study Hall. If it were possible for posture to growl, hers was. Anyone who knew her would recognize it not as a bad mood, but still a very dangerous one. She had things on her mind, and sitting on her hands when a friend was in trouble was not making her happy.

[demonbelthazor]

OMG my dark edginess is darker and edgier than yours.

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

OMG it so is not. *killing glare* Wanna test that out in the gym?

[marieann-d.livejournal.com]

Rogue smiled at Beka as she sat down. She waved a naked hand before opening her French text.

After Logan left and Bel and Beka talked...

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Beka nearly dropped her coffee when she saw Rogue's naked hand. That was good news. Seemed like Rogue hadn't heard anything, because she was still apparently happy to see her. It wouldn't last long, which upset her. She cared for Rogue. Maybe she could keep things working between them at least.

Beka jumped up, big grin on her face, and went over to Rogue. "Found a way to do something about that?" Without waiting for an answer, she hugged Rogue, hard.

If we can't be friends, I still want to be one of the first people you touched. I hope we can. I'd miss you.

[alchemic-bean.livejournal.com]

Edward straggles in, dragging his books as usual. He finds a seat and parks it, and is assualted by at least one feline. Petting the cats suddenly seems more interesting than studying.

[marieann-d.livejournal.com]

Rogue smiles as she slipped into study hall, wearing a short sleeve blue tee, and conspicuously, no gloves. She sits down to study a little French before her language class this afternoon, but she can't help but run her bare skin across the table unconsiously.

[[OOC: Rogue has been gone for the past four days, and has no idea Angelus is suspected of Kitty's murder. Feel free to burst her bubble.]]

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

After shop class, Anders wanders in holding a slightly acid-eaten mullet wig gingerly between two fingers, and tosses it on the table in front of him. He eyes it suspiciously as he digs into his backpack and pulls out his notebook to study for AbPsych.

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

"Yo." Cameron slides into a seat beside Anders. He frowns at the mullet as he starts pulling out papers. Man, but he didn't get anything done yesterday.

"What's with the wig?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders shrugs absently. "Had to blow a lock off a box in shop, and got to keep what was inside. Which was this. What the frak I'll do with it, I got no clue."

Turning to Cameron, he asks with the hint of a smirk, "Vala back? I only ask 'cause, like, I haven't seen you in a couple of days . . ."