http://jerusalem-s.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] jerusalem-s.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhigh2005-12-12 10:01 am

Journalism Class - Monday December 12

The cat is sitting atop Spider's desk, curled up in his santa hat. She is guarding a small whiteboard on which is written the following:

"Due to massive, four day bender in celebration of my freedom... (Note to self: Tell Krycek and Gavin about freedom and also remind them to clean litterbox) ... I've been a bit busy and in my excitement seem to have gotten a bit ahead of myself. Your final project is due next Friday... I think. Check up on that. Also? Mistletoe, blended with certain recreational beveridges is ulga fan todlies."

The writing degenerates into scribbling, complete with tiny sketches of stick figures being strung up by their necks and the occasional maniacal laugh, with four exclamation points. Eventually, it becomes coherent again. "For today's classwork, go to The New York Times website and write about something there that captures your interest. Try to capture mine as well. Bring a butterfly net and some bourbon."


((OOC: Login for journalism students is: jerusalem_s Password is: fandomhigh))
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[personal profile] soldtoarmenians 2005-12-12 09:23 pm (UTC)(link)
((ooc - I kinda love you.))

Xander reads the note and feels totally smug about not panicking vaguely relieved that he was right. He also feels like working on his final paper instead of trying to wrap his mun's brain around today's headlines, so he turns in a note about using extra credit. Which he thinks/hopes he actually still possesses.

Just in case he doesn't? He also orders this online, to be delivere to Spider's apartment. He tries for the bourbon, but alas, none of the sites he can find will sell it to him without proof that he's over 21, and he suspects the fake ID in his wallet with the blurry picture of somebody named Raul Hernandez is not gonna cut it online.


[identity profile] marsheadtilt.livejournal.com 2005-12-12 11:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Veronica slides into the seat next to Xander.

"Hey, so we still on for tomorrow afternoon?"
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[personal profile] soldtoarmenians 2005-12-13 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
Xander looks up from the file he's typing into, and grins. "Oh, hi - just working on mine. Yeah, tomorrow's still good."