Outside the Command Center, All Day Friday

[overlord-zordon.livejournal.com]

Inside the Command Center, with the doors propped open, Dean Zordon can't help but hear the endless chatter of students going back and forth during enrollment. Unfortunately, stuck in his tube, he really has no choice.

[OOC: All IC interaction during the signup process should go here. No OCD threads unless someone else wants to set some up. I'm beat, yo.]

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OOC:

[maias-notebook.livejournal.com]

Just want to say you and the other MODs totally rock for doing this. The signups look awesome.

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

[[ooc: I'll second that.

Pippi peeked into the door of the command center. She doesn't say anything because this is a rare moment where she's looking at something she's not quite sure what to make of... She also doesn't know if the man in the tube is sleeping... Lord knows she should be.

[[ooc: if I have a responce when I get up... In like, an hour, I'll respond. :D

After registration

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander turned away from the class-signup tables and ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head in a move that was not unreminiscent of, say, Wile E. Coyote trying to pop his toon-head back into its proper shape after having been smashed by an Acme^TM anvil. What the hell was he doing up this early again?

Oh, right. Signing up for classes. Because Xander Harris cared what classes he made it into for his final semester of Senior year. He tried hard to stick a question mark on the end of the previous sentence and failed miserably. I should so never have shown my report card to Willow. Did I not know she would give me the Big Eyes and start making noises about SATs and college and ZOMG Xander you actually possess a GPA in non-negative figures, don't blow this...

He tried to de-anvilize his head again without much success, and had a fleeting sad little wish for some of Spider Jerusalem's extremely questionable journalism-class coffee right about now. Yawning, Xander wandered over to the area just outside the main office, to check on that list of Big Brother is watching you and will hurt you if you don't participate in this/Sister pairings.

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

Kawalsky bounded in, signed up, and bounded out.

[janet_fraiser]

Janet signed up for her classes, only half-awake as she did so. So she totally missed the fact that Tactics of War was being taught by her best friend's evil robot adult doppelganger, and signed up for it like she would have signed up for any other classes.

Then she went off to the Perk for coffee, and didn't check the course catalog one more time just to make sure she really wanted the classes she'd signed up for.

[psi16.livejournal.com]

Standing in the hall, Lyta massages her temple with her left hand, holding a class schedule open in the other. The headaches were nothing new. They were common the first time around, as her abilities grew and developed; she had hoped to avoid them this time. Apparently, she would have no such luck.

The stress of trying to work out a schedule wasn't helping, either. While she had some choices in her previous life, the Corps had mandated much of her training. She now found herself in a position to choose all of her classes. It was simultaneously liberating and intimidating.

Despite all the choices, she found herself once again focusing on the arcane -- those little things that wouldn't have been mainstream for the average teenager. But the arcane was part of who she was; she had long since accepted that. Why shouldn't she tailor her studies for a better understanding of, well, herself?

She read over the schedule a time or two more before settling on her final choices: Sociology of the Paranormal -- a class perhaps even Ivanova should take; Arthurian Traditions, to find out more about the "late delivery from Avalon" she had heard about aboard Babylon 5; and Self Defense. This last would prove interesting, especially given her current hestitation for physical contact. Hopefully, by the time class started, she would be comfortable enough in her surroundings to take the gloves off. She was tired of having sweaty palms again. And who knew, maybe learning better control of the physical would help her understand even better control of the metaphysical.

[anole-x.livejournal.com]

Victor sighed as he exited the registration area, thankful that he had (hopefully) balanced his schedule. Most of the classes looked too advanced for him, so he had stuck with something simple: Math, Shop, and PE. Then, he had overheard someone talking about the Creature Languages course, and thought it might be fun, so he took that, too. Plus, rumor had it that there would be a dragon as a guest speaker!

"This place is definately wierd," he moaned aloud, forgetting that other people could hear him.

[alchemic-bean.livejournal.com]

Augh. Early. Edward blinked at the sign-ups for classes a few times, trying to remember what he had decided to take. Coffee. Coffee would be good at the moment. Why didn't he have coffee?

Hopefully, he'd get all the classes he signed up for.

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

Blair yawned and popped his neck as he walked over to pick up a course book. Looking around for a place to sit, Blair shrugged and sat on the floor. He pulled a pen out of his backpack and started circling classes in the book.

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

Later in the day, Kawalsky returned and handed in his change of room request form. He figured he'd hear back when the mun wasn't off watching new BSG OMG when it was processed.