Journalism Class - Friday November 18

[jerusalem-s.livejournal.com]

A sign hangs from Spider's desk and the cat is batting at it absently.

Gone fishing

Krycek is in charge until I return, which should happen on or about November 28. If he or Gavin tell you to do something, please do it. This is what Assistants are for, after all.

Krycek, Gavin, I left lesson plans in my quarters. Feel free to amuse yourselves with your classmates the lessons.

The rest of you, please write 100 words on a family member, guardian or commanding officer. Not that this excludes my Assistants from the assignment, it merely forces them to grade them as well.

In case of emergency, please see Dean Bristow.

Comments

[medusae-x.livejournal.com]

Duce writes:
My father is a stubborn individual. He’s a lawyer, but since he does corporate law, he doesn’t really have any fun true-crime stories. He used to be in general practice, until shortly after I was born. Preschools wouldn’t admit me, because their insurance wouldn’t cover them in case of accidents. My father did some homework and found that there were other children with disabilities the companies wouldn’t cover, and he formed a class action law suit. Most parents would simply have found a nanny; my father challenged the institution and won. His stubbornness is one reason I love him.

[mycanonhatesme]

Chloe comes in, surprised at beating almost everyone else to class. She smirks when she reads the sign, wondering how much she get away with teasing Krycek while he's in charge, and sits down to write her 100 words.

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

Veronica grabs the seat next to Chloe's and sits down to write 100 words about how great her dad is... despite the fact that she's really pissed at him right now.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John sits down to write.

Some would call my mother a bit odd, a bit kooky. She believes in astrology and reads tarot cards as a hobby. She used to read me my horoscope over breakfast and pat me on the head if it was a good one. If it was a bad one, she used to make it good.

My father’s job takes him away a lot and my mother has, never once, complained. It’s a testament to her strength since I complain about it all the time. She would take a deep breath, kiss him goodbye, and then start making dinner. Strong woman.

[dbiers.livejournal.com]

After watching a movie in speech, D'anna comes in to journalism about an hour after class begins. She sighs as she reads the sign and flops into a spot towards the back. She lazily doodles random bits of information on her family, complete with stick figures, in her notebook in an attempt to marshall her thoughts for the assignment.

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander reads the prompt, and looks down at his blank notebook.

My parents are My Dad is I don't really I remember when I was really little, my Mom used to try to bake cookies, but

He frowns, then scratches the whole mess out, then turns the page and starts doodling pictures of fire trucks.

[lady-jessica-bg.livejournal.com]

Jessica considers for a moment. My family situation is a bit nonexistent at this point, she thinks wryly, but manages to come up with 100 words about the Reverend Mother Helen Mohiam.

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

Krycek glares at the sign when he arrives in class, as though it had done him some personal offense.

Sitting down, his glaring continues as he stares at his notebook, at a loss.

[courier-gavin.livejournal.com]

Jake wanders into the journalism room after chatting with Parker at the library. He's hunting for coffee, and doesn't notice the sign until he's had some. He stops dead. "Oh hell."

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

Krycek looks up from Spider's desk, his mood only darker from staring at the assignment since the beginning of class. "Yeah. Would have been nice to have some notice, wouldn't it?" He sounds rather bitter - uncharacteristically showing his annoyance.

[courier-gavin.livejournal.com]

"Uh-huh," Jake nods, walking over to Krycek. "What'cha doing?"

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

Shaking his head, he sits back, face holding an edge of that expressionlessness Jake hates. "Absolutely nothing," he says tightly. "Nothing. At. All."

[medusae-x.livejournal.com]

Duce looks up from putting her writing stuff away and turns her face to Krycek. Her voice holds a slight edge, "Quit it, Alex."

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

"What, exactly, am I quitting, Duce?" He shoots a sneer at her - an automatic reaction, but normally he's so much better controlled. "And please, are you deigning to grace the realm of human emotions to tell me what I'm doing wrong?"

[courier-gavin.livejournal.com]

Jake shakes his head at them and goes off to drink his coffee in peace over by the stack of old issues of Fandom Hightimes.

[medusae-x.livejournal.com]

"You're quitting," she says in a cold, even voice, "taking out your malfunction on Jake. That is exactly what you are quitting, and you are quitting it right now, before you say something you'll regret." Funny, that came out rather like a threat.

She regards his sneer impassively, "What you're doing wrong is dumping your shit all over someone who doesn't deserve that from you. Whatever the hell is going on inside your fucked up little head, you either keep it there or you take it out somewhere else. Not on him."

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

Krycek smirks humorlessly. "It's nice that you feel that you can be a friend when it suits you and shut everyone out the rest of the time, Duce." He pushes up from the desk to look down at her, his shoulders tight across the back. "Anything else or would you just like to continue being hypocritical?"

[medusae-x.livejournal.com]

Looking up at him as he looms over her, a muscle in her jaw tics. Other muscles tense minutely in an almost uncontrolled response to his attempt at intimidation. "Funny, we seem to recall actually telling you what our problem was without taking the bad mood out on you. But, if you insist.." There's a blur, and her hand is suddenly up, palm across the back of his neck in a gesture that, to anyone not standing under that grip, probably looks like a friendly gesture. "Alex, buddy, let's go have a chat. Outside, do you think? Yeah. We agree. So nice of you to suggest it."

Her thumb is resting just behind his earlobe, at the small juncture where the skull meets the jawbone, and it's pressing in awfully hard. Without waiting for an answer, she turns and begins walking outside. Krycek's choices at the moment are to follow or be pulled forward into what would amount to one spectacular faceplant.

(ooc: modded with permission via IM)

[medusae-x.livejournal.com]

Continued here (http://www.livejournal.com/users/medusae_x/39373.html).