Study Hall -- Monday, September 12th

[principalconnor.livejournal.com]

Welcome to today's Study Hall, kids. For all you new students, Study Hall is an open daily post for me to make announcements and for students who are not in class to mingle, study, eat lunch, explore the lunch, cause incredible amounts of trouble that make me want to fucking fill them full of ammo, and other non-class-related activities.

Today's announcements:

-- New students should make sure they are signed up for three classes and an extracurricular activity (part-time jobs count). They must post once a week in each class they have (or more, depending on the teacher's guidelines, but that's a school requirement). Keep that in mind when taking a class.

-- Our first detention will be this weekend. For you newbies, detention is a room you never want to enter unless you were planning on losing limbs in this lifetime. If there are any teachers who wish to run detention this weekend, that would really help, as the principal will probably be (OOC: Off celebrating her mun's birthday early ... woohoo!) otherwise occupied.

-- Reports are coming from the cafeteria that after a rather strange taste-testing incident this morning, the staff recommends that you do not eat the chicken salad sandwiches. From what I heard, everybody who's tried them has turned into a chicken. Let's not overwhelm the school nurse with an overabundance of shape-shifting poultry today, shall we?

-- There's been a reported sighting of a zombie on the third floor of the dorm. Whoever raised the dead on school property without the proper paperwork will be immediately given detention this weekend. Oh, and if somebody could wrangle the zombie, that'd be nice.

EDIT: Also, by request ... fandomhighicons.

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[rushmore-yankee.livejournal.com]

Max is wearing his "Make an Effective Impression" outfit: Rushmore Academy blazer (Perfect Attendance pin on lapel), military-style red beret, shiny black wing-tips.

He approaches the guy who posted the ad, looking around doubtfully. Max has glasses, sparkling braces and a zit glowing on his chin.

"I'm hoping you can help me, young man? I've been searching for junior achievers... and I'm afraid I'm having a hard time spotting any."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"In this group of losers, I can't blame you," Angelus says. He gives the new guy an assessing look. "So, what draws you to our little club, sport?"

[rushmore-yankee.livejournal.com]

Max flinches a little at being called "sport." Mr Bloom called Donnie "sport" and he didn't mean it in a good way. Actually, the way he said it -- Mr Bloom, that is -- made "sport" sound like it was a bodily fluid.

Max nods sagely, "Magnets, actually. Like attracts like, and if there is achievement within twenty-five yards of me, I'm drawn to it. Like a magnet."

He shrugs lightly and says, "I have an extensive history of achievement. Starting from when I wrote a hit play, in second grade. Took me to D.C., met the Secretary of State AND got a full-ride to Rushmore Academy. Little play about Watergate. I wouldn't be surprised if it doesn't sound familiar. It went over a lot of laymans' heads."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Nixon?" Angelus asks. "Now there was a misunderstood president."

[rushmore-yankee.livejournal.com]

Max nods, narrowing his eyes as he regards this motivated young fellow.

"Word." He says. Because "true dat, boo" just seems flippant.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"So what if a guy breaks some rules to get what he wants?" Angelus asks. "Isn't winning the point?"

[rushmore-yankee.livejournal.com]

"I like the way you think, guy! To the victor go the spoils! A little subterfuge and deception never did anything BUT CHANGE HISTORY FOR THE BETTER. Believe me... I am not above cutting a fool's brake lines, or popping caps in a Chach's ass."

Max is smiling broadly. The light glints off his braces like he's a goddamned superhero.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"I am all for changing history for the better," Angelus says. "Hell, destroy it entirely if you have to. We can't be bogged down by stupid little details."

[rushmore-yankee.livejournal.com]

"Exactly!" Max says, winking. He has no idea what this guy is talking about. But he seems very genuine in his ambition.

"Better? Worse? What's the difference? It's all about the bottom line."

Max folds his arms across his chest, trying to look like a man of achievement. "So, where do I sign up? And -- I hope you don't mind me saying, but: have you ever done any acting? You've got a presence about you... it reminds me of an older Jimmy Dean. Not the, uh, sausage guy; the actor. If you haven't gone into drama yet, you might consider it."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Tried musical theater, didn't work out," Angelus says. "But I like the way you think. You're in."

[rushmore-yankee.livejournal.com]

"Happy to hear that. World domination pre-planning stage: engaged," Max smiles, happily. "I'll look forward to the first strategy and brainstorming meeting."

He hands Angelus a card that says "Max Fischer" in gold leaf on the front, and has contact information on the back.

"Pleasure to meet you, man. Give me a buzz any time you need someone to bounce ideas off of."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Count on it, Max," Angelus says. "At Junior Achievers, World Domination is right up our alley."