Lifestyle Seminar, here today.

[isnotimportant.livejournal.com]

The score is 127 for 5 (Flintoff caught and bowled by Warne), and the players are off for lunch. FOW at 2, 67, 67, 109, 126. Slartibartfast turns off the radio, opens his door and looks out at the deserted corridors of the school. He pins a note to the door.

Lifestyle seminar. Please come in and discuss your recent writing assignment, I'll be back in a bit.

And then he strolls off down the hall, leaving the door open, looking for some refreshment himself.

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[caroline-todd.livejournal.com]

*Caroline plays with her yo-yo. Each time it goes down it makes an annoying weeeeeeeeeeeeeee sound*

*She looks over at a boy she doesn't yet know*

Morning. *she smiles*

[toomanylegs.livejournal.com]

*It's a girl. A really nice looking girl. Talking to him. For a second, Jeff's brain freezes in panic.*

Right, yeah, I'm not all that good with mornings. Hello.

*In Jeff terms this is James Bond suave. Feeling a bit more confident he blurts out:*

It must be nice to be able to play with yourself.

...with your yoyo. Play with your yoyo, I meant. So you don't get bored waiting for people. You're really good at it - playing with the yoyo, not playing with yours...

Oh God.

[caroline-todd.livejournal.com]

*Caroline looks at him for a moment, then bursts out laughing, snorting once or twice*

Yes. *she nods meaningfully* I'm very good at playing with my yo-yo.

Do you?

*she smirks*

Have a yo-yo I mean?

[toomanylegs.livejournal.com]

*Too confused to remember how to spell yoyo, yet alone work out the complex metaphor here, Jeff eeps, clutches his bag and scuttles to the door.*

[caroline-todd.livejournal.com]

*Caroline frowns slightly and mumbles something about 'always scaring them away' and hoping she doesn't really 'look like a moose'*