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Journalism Class - Tuesday November 22

Krycek is at Jerusalem's desk again, though he's rather more focused than he was Monday. He seems to be busy on a personal task, but still watching the classroom.

Please choose one assignment for the day (or do both to earn extra credit):

Write 125 words exactly on what you hoped to learn from this class and whether or not this has been acheived. Spider respects honesty and likes it when people hate him, so don't be afraid to say what you really feel.

or

Vacation is coming up. Homework looms. Write 100 words on how grateful you are that there's no journalism homework this weekend.

At the bottom, he's added:

I will not be fielding questions about the class over the break. Please see me today if there is anything you need.

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Choosing the second topic, John starts writing.

There is no journalism homework. It’s hard to explain how I feel about that. But, I shall try. I am eternally, exceptionally, undeniably so very thankful that I can be free and clear of journalism homework over this break.

My brain thanks you, my fingers thank you, my sanity thanks you, and I thank you. Sometime in the near future, I will build a shrine to those who made this no homework long weekend possible.

If having no homework was an ice cream flavor, it would definitely be rocky road ice cream because rocky road makes me happy and bouncy.

Jake wandered in, clutching a gigantic cup of coffee. He paused for a moment when he spotted Krycek in Spider's chair. That was just weird. He shook his head and continued on to his desk.

Krycek looked up as Jake came in, expression rather thoughtful, not as welcoming as it usually would be.

Pulling out his sketchbook, Jake glanced quickly over at Krycek, a little puzzled. He leaned back with the sketchbook. Weird.

Krycek looked back at the computer screen, but didn't seem to be actually seeing it, distracted as he was. He didn't offer a greeting at all, but frowned after a moment and wrote something in his notebook, underlining it sharply.

"Good morning?" Jake finally said, his eyebrows raised in bemusement.

Krycek either was ignoring him or doing a very good job immersing himself in whatever he was doing. He finally gave Jake a very belated wave and got up to get himself some coffee.

Oh, you have got to be fucking me... Jake narrowed his eyes, grabbed his coffee and went to have a little talk with Krycek by the coffee maker. "And how are you today? Space looking nice this time of year?"

Krycek frowned at Jake, picking up the glass carafe to pour his coffee. "What are you talking about?" He sounded somewhat tired, a little bit irritable.

"You're being distract-y again. And that, my dear, is not on." Jake scowled at him over his coffee. He wasn't really mad (yet), just annoyed.

Krycek's eyes narrowed and he looked at Jake a bit coldly. "Thanks for the reminder." He pushed the carafe back into place and turned to go back to the desk with his coffee, apparently not interested in continuing the conversation from that point.

"You're welcome." Jake grabbed his wrist quickly, stopping Krycek from moving. "And, guess what? Now you get to tell me what the hell is bothering you." This time he wasn't budging. He would know what was Krycek's mind, even if the entire school would find out as well.

Krycek grit his teeth as he was held back, though he could have pulled free easily. He looked at Jake, shaking his head, voice low and terse. "It's not your business. It's something I have to take care of."

"You're my business," Jake countered, eyes narrow. His grip both on Krycek's wrist and his own coffee tightened. He wasn't going to feel uncertain about that. He wasn't. "And whatever is making you act like this, can't be good, so I definitely want to know what it is."

Krycek's eyes flashed and he looked like he had when they'd found Logan and Rory - coldly focused and none too happy. "It's not your business," he repeated, though his gaze slipped for a moment, looking uneasy. "I'll take care of it." He said it with an air of finality, but it was, maybe, a little too final. Like he thought maybe he wouldn't be around afterwards.

"No, it..." Jake sighed, frustrated, trying to find the words to make Krycek understand. He let go of Krycek's wrist, leaving his hand free to tug at his bangs. "We're partners, right? You watch my back, I watch yours? I can't do that if I don't know what you're planning." And then it hit him. "Oh, fuck. You're going home."

Krycek stared at him, open-mouthed, for barely a moment, then collected himself. He turned again and headed back to the desk, shoulders tensed.

"I'm going with you," Jake said decisively when he caught up with him. Krycek could argue if he wanted, but the result was going to be same. Jake was going with.

Krycek shook his head, placing his coffee on the desk. "No." Firmly, end of discussion.

"Oh, yeah, I am." Equally firm.

"What makes you think I'd let you?" Krycek said coldly, giving Jake an angry glare. That, at least, wasn't feigned. And at least he knew. But he still wouldn't let him tag along.

Jake's eyebrows went up. "What makes you think you can stop me?"

Krycek stilled, glaring at Jake, harsh but for a faint note of uneasiness still. "Don't push me, Jake."

Jake put his coffee down on the desk and glared back, folding his arms over his chest. "Or what?"

His eyes narrowed, changing tactics. "You don't know how to use a gun, I'm pretty damn sure you can't fight - you are not coming."

The moment he said it, he knew it was a mistake, letting Jake know it might be necessary to do both. He seemed to be doing that too often lately. Krycek was glad to have people he cared about, but damn if it didn't make it difficult to sneak around.

"Can survive a gun shot through the head --" probably. It wasn't like he was going to test it to check. "-- am totally coming with. And, I'm not going to let you go home alone, leaving me not knowing what happened if you..." He stopped, shocked by his words. "..If you... I'm just not."

"I could just leave without you," Krycek said finally, watching Jake. He nearly considered the idea of letting him come, but given Jacob sr's warning, hewas even less inclined to entertain the thought.

Jake shook his head. "No. I'm not going to let you." He had no idea how he could concivably stop Krycek, but he was bloody well going to try. He was not going to stay behind and wonder if his boyfriend was alive or dead in that fucked up world of his.

Shaking his head, Krycek dropped into the desk chair. In truth, he couldn't not think about the possibility. He wasn't a hero; he only held back because he wasn't used to anyone wanting in, not because of a misquided theory that no one would get hurt but himself if he pushed them all away. Jake was clever and stubborn - if he didn't find a way to go along now, he might later, and it might not go as well.

He stared at the computer screen, still showing what he'd been looking at: a map of Virginia, highlighted along the path to DC.

Jake followed his look, then blinked in surprise. "You're going to DC?" Jake wasn't sure where he'd though Krycek was going, but it was definitely not DC. Jake'd spend at least a third of his life in DC. He knew the city like... well, almost like the back of his hand.

He nodded, not saying anything, still watching the screen. When he finally closed the window, Krycek looked at Jake solemnly. "I'm leaving tomorrow."

Jake regarded him back. "I'm coming with you."

Angela chooses the second topic and begins writing.

I am thankful to not have Journalism homework this weekend for many reasons. First, I have had an extremely stressful week, and homework would add to it. Second, I'm traveling to visit my family over Thanksgiving. As my parents are recently separated, I have a large family, and I am bringing my boyfriend, I don't expect to have much time over the break for schoolwork.

I am also grateful because this gives me more time to think about my final project, which I have not yet started on. Applause to Mr. Jerusalem and his assistants for giving us this break!

Xander ponders why THIS doesn't count as homework, but doesn't look a gift weekend in the mouth.

When I joined this class, I hoped to learn how not to flunk out of it so I wouldn't get booted out of Fandom High and have to go home where there's a reasonable chance of getting eaten by the giant snake that I hear is still slithering around the outskirts of town looking for really stupid locals to eat. (This being Sunnydale, California, I don't think I need to explain why he hasn't starved to death yet.) I've learned that the way to accomplish this is to actually show up for class, stay awake while the teacher talks and... bear with me here, because I know it's shocking... do the homework. Take a moment, if you need to; I know I did. Who KNEW?

Veronica turns around after writing her assignment and says, "Are you Xander? I wanted to thank you for calling me the other night."

{ooc - OHHH sucktastic; this was one of the comment notifications that went awry; I just got it this morning. Glad we managed to catch it up later. Though we still need to set up the actual interview, yes?}

I am very happy not to have journalism homework this weekend because I need a break from school work and thinking and trying to make things make sense.

I’m not going home for the holidays because I was just home, but it will be nice to relax on campus and hang out with some of my friends. I am also planning to look for a part time job.

The holidays are a good time for relaxation and rest and after the holiday break, I look forward to getting back in to the swing of things with classes and the newspaper.

After COM 201 were she got to work on a speech discussing why boys are stupid and how body language gives away lies in COM 301, D slid into her usual spot in the back and took out her laptop to work on the second of the assignments.

After a while she taps out:

I am grateful not to have an assignment over the weekend, as it will give me the opportunity to prepare for my final project. I will also have more time to devote to ensuring that I make an outstanding presentation next week on the topic of why "BOYS ARE STUPID" as assigned by Professor Cregg. I have been told that this holiday has nothing to do with dressing up, avoiding frogs and Amazons (to whom I have developed an allergy), or anything prepared in the cafeteria. I look forward to observing an Earth holiday that has potential to not hoover.

Ivanova chooses the second topic and her paper is in no way an ode to alcohol. Absolutely not. Nope.

Jessica offers:
I am grateful that there is no Journalism homework this weekend because I have other things to do at home and would rather not be bothered with a petty thing like homework. I am also grateful about this because vacation, or so I am told, is a time for family and friends rather than a time for school. As a matter of fact, to have a break from school is the main point of the self explanatory phrase “school vacation.” Finally, I am grateful for this reprieve because according to quaint archaic customs, Thanksgiving is a time to be grateful.

Jack wanders into class and takes a seat. He immediately looks relieved at the assignment.

After about a half of an hour Jack places a piece of paper on the desk with one hundred words on his intense dislike of homework and his immanse haoppiness that there is none.

Chloe keeps an eye on Jake and Krycek, frowning at the way they're looking at each other, and works on the second option.

Duce, glad she missed this class, emails in her homework late. She does both assignments, figuring she owed that much to Krycek for being out sick while he had to TA.

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