Note for new students:

[humanenigma.livejournal.com]

Remember, all computers must be approved by me before being hooked up to the network here.

Do not try to do that without said approval. I will know and you will suffer.

I have some computers and the cameras. No more laptops, but plenty of desktops.

Ask and fill out those *points to a pile* forms, and you might get one.

Computer Science must also have my approval. Tech Systems is the default class for new students. Another packet is to be filled out for that.

Syllabus here, and Schedule here.

Comments

[humanenigma.livejournal.com]

*snorts.*

Locks. Right. That will stop me.

How about 'Look into who is in charge of the computers next time'?

[princenolonger.livejournal.com]

Right. Sure. I'll remember that.

I'm going to find a room now. Won't bother with the infirmary. I've had worse.

...
Jesus, are there any rooms left?

[humanenigma.livejournal.com]

Good. Start keeping notes.

Was more for the goo. Tend to make your hair turn random colors.

Should be. You can, of course, stay in one of the dorms installed here, if you can't find a room...

[princenolonger.livejournal.com]

I've requested a room and possibly a roommate. I better get out. I'm sleeping in trees tonight, from the looks.

*pulls at a strand* Awww shiiit. I hate pink.

[humanenigma.livejournal.com]

Eh. Just rinse it in vinegar. That works.

Made my hair turn Puce.

Wait here. I have a bottle.

*Question walks over to a door, undoes a number of locks, mumbles out a word that you don't quite catch, and walks inside.

You notice that a tarantula of amazing size scuttles out when he steps in. He doesn't notice.*

[princenolonger.livejournal.com]

*stares blankly at the tarantula. Really needs a drink*

[humanenigma.livejournal.com]

*The tarantula, you swear, smiles at you as it skitter to Question's desk, which has been completely overtaken by magazines and newspapers.

After a while, it pops into sight again, on top of one of said piles. It wiggles a few of her legs at you, obviously wanting attention.*

[princenolonger.livejournal.com]

Eh...
*pats tarantula nervously* Good spider. Good.

*pokes head into door*
Eh... listen. It's late and I have some work to do still - plus my clothes are kinda dirty. It's your door, so I figure you're fine in there, so I'm not going to try to save you. If you actually find your vinegar just leave it on the desk or something. I'll be early. Trees are uncomfortable.

*with a last glance at the door, Bruce turns and walks slowly out of the classroom, giving the tarantula one last, weirded out glance*

(ooc: allergies are getting to me. I have to logoff now, for bed. thanks for the fun!)

[humanenigma.livejournal.com]

*The tarantula is delighted. Congratulations, you have made a friend. A potent friend.*

Eh?

Good. Here, *tosses a pillow at.* Have a pillow.

[OOC: :D]