Study Hall -- Tuesday, September 13th

[principalconnor.livejournal.com]

Welcome to Tuesday's study hall. Please try not to blow anything up.

A few announcements:

-- It's been requested that trulydeath please post office hours so that the students may know when to visit.

-- Yesterday's Junior Achievers meeting was apparently a rousing success. (OOC: As evidenced by the three hundred emails in my account when I got off work yesterday. HEE! I love email. :)) Junior Achievers should understand that I will not tolerate more than one attempt a week to take over any and all worlds, planets and dimensions without the proper permission slips.

-- Please be informed that there was a sighting of a student being shoved into locker 327. If someone could retrieve her from whichever world she landed in, it would be appreciated. If not ... well, hell, I'm sure she'll wander back eventually. Hopefully, with all of the limbs she left with.

-- The cafeteria staff would like to warn the student body that they wouldn't recommend the sweet potatoes (because they could cause you to spend the rest of the day spontaneously bursting into Billy Joel lyrics at the top of your lungs), the macaroni and cheese (because it could either cause all of your hair to fall out or grow exponentially, depending on the dosage), or the cheeseburgers (because they taste awful and are made with neither cheese nor burger).

-- There may be a small gremlin infestation in the study hall bookshelves. That's your warning.

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[lizzy-turner.livejournal.com]

*skips in, humming Billy Joel lyrics*

I swear, I didn't eat the sweet potatoes...

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

*Walks in, this time without his usual briefcase, vial of chemicals, and armed only with a notebook*

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

*Wanders in. Gives his Bio partner a nod of hello.*

[julian-lawless.livejournal.com]

*has a small gun tucked into his waistband, a very large and heavy textbook, and coffee*

*fears neither death, pain, sweet potatoes, or gremlins*

[emo-padawan.livejournal.com]

*sits down next to Sark*

Hey. How are --Buddy Holly Ben Hur spacemonkey Mafia-- today?

*glares*

Blast. I'm never eating --We didn't start the fire-- sweet potatoes again.

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

John walks into study hall and sits down at one of the desks, grateful he doesn't have to whip out his multitude of late passes from the principal here. He pulls out a worn paperback and tries to keep a low profile. Might as well take advantage of a low profile while I can still possibly have one, he thinks wryly.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

OOC: Man! Nobody wants to mess with the Principal's son!!

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Hee! Was wondering if your poor email got spammed. Sorry 'bout that.]

[principalconnor.livejournal.com]

(OOC: 'Salright. I got through about two hundred of them before I finally gave up and deleted the rest. :))

[positive-angel.livejournal.com]

Chihaya pales when he hears about the Junior Achiever's and wanders off wondering if Kagetsuya was right and he really was that naive...

[marieann-d.livejournal.com]

Rogue walks into study hall holding her head and a steaming mug of coffee--NOT her usual iced tea--in her hand. Her bookbag is slung haphazardly over her shoulder, and her hair is a mess. She flops down into a chair, wincing at the loud noise. She pulls out some books and begins to read. Why yes, she is hungover, what gave you that (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomtownies/15606.html) impression (http://www.livejournal.com/users/marieann_d/2413.html)?

[chasingangela]

Angela looks at Rogue, wincing in sympathy.

"I think I might have some advil," she whispers.

[pure-blooddraco.livejournal.com]

Draco enters the room humming "Piano Man" and is thankful that the principal is already aware of the girl in the locker. And he's slightly amused that she doesn't seem to care too much.
He sits at the desk waiting for the4thsister and tries to think of a way to get out of the mess he was in with her. And then he had to get her into the mess that was being a servant of Lord Voldemort.

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

*Paige walks in, she can't be bothered with classes today and is seriously thinking of going back to the pub with the cute British bartender*

*She sees Draco, shoots him a dirty look and walks to the other side of the room wondering if he'll follow her or not*

[chasingangela]

Angela stalks in, still vaguely annoyed by the events of last night, and flops into a chair near the middle of the room. She pulls out a notebook and tries again to come up with 200 words for Journalism 301.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty gets up to leave and passes by Angela who still isn't looking at him.

He opens his mouth to say something; thinks better of it and walks out the door.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty walks in wearing sunglasses (a vain attempt to hide black eye) carrying his egg-white omelette, mug of coffee, and school bag.

Pulls out his glock, shoots at what he thinks is a gremlin and dumps his bookbag next to his chair.

He sits and begins to eat his omelette, being careful not to hit his split lip with his "spork".

[chasingangela]

Although startled by the gunshot, Angela is still carefully not looking at Marty. At all.

[conathon.livejournal.com]

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angelus finds himself an empty table. He gives a nod of greeting to oatmanspatient as he passes by.

He sits down, starts scribbing in his notebook. He keeps some of his attention on his peripheral vision, just in case a certain someone enters.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty looks up from his omelette and pulls out a thermal mug from his bag and hands it to Angelus.

"98.6 degrees. AB-"

Marty goes back to his omelette.

[manofthemullet.livejournal.com]

MacGyver walks in, his mullet has grown to four times its normal length.

*glares at principalconnor*

"Thanks for the warning."

He sits down at desk, pulls out a large bottle of water and starts work on his biology homework.

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

*Paige comes over and gives Mac a kiss on the cheek* Thanks for the booze, it was just what I needed last night, do I want to know what was in it?

[02maxwell.livejournal.com]

*walks in, clearly agitated*

*glares at oatmanspatient

*mutters* I'd watch where I shoot that thing if I were you...

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

*Points at gremlin carcass*

I did.

*Goes back to religion homework.*

[bluemanoncampus.livejournal.com]

::stalks in and slumps into a chair in the corner::

::pulls out his Bio handouts and book and starts prepping for the quiz on Thursday::

[demonbelthazor]

*walks into the room and sits by bluemanoncampus*
*pretends to look at bio hand-outs*
*scopes out room instead*

[tru-relivesdays.livejournal.com]

*Tru wanders into Study Hall and takes a seat, looking around at everyone else for a moment before going to her work*

[theboobs-summer.livejournal.com]

*walks into the room, obviously annoyed by something; takes a seat*

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

*wanders in and takes a seat as far away from the shelves as possible, clutching a crudely made slingshot*

*sings* "Captain Jack will get you high tonight and take you to your special island . . ."

[manofthemullet.livejournal.com]

*glares at Anders*

Can you keep it down?

*Nurses hangover*

[swerval_zero]

Principal Connor, would it be all right for me to organize an independent study group to research the...er, more unusual properties of the school? Dr. House has already agreed to be our faculty advisor.

[principalconnor.livejournal.com]

Sure, kid, sounds like a good idea. The more we get down on paper about this place, the better.

*spots a gremlin out of the corner of her eye, snatches it up and drop-kicks it out of the room*

[likeguidelines.livejournal.com]

*stomps in completely bald under his enormous hat*

There'll be hell to pay for this, ye'll be sure.

*pulls out math homework, gets stumped by basic addition*

*looks around for someone to tutor him*

[principalconnor.livejournal.com]

Principal Connor crosses her arms and cocks an eyebrow, a hint of a smile on her face. "For the amusement of the staff, I guess," she says.

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

The cafeteria staff would like to warn the student body that they wouldn't recommend the sweet potatoes (because they could cause you to spend the rest of the day spontaneously bursting into Billy Joel lyrics at the top of your lungs)


Wait. What? No. No no no. You can't mean that by simply eating cooked vegetables, they--



Dear Lord, no. Why do you even serve such nefarious foods?

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

*Parker was about to eat the veggies, but looking appalled, she dumps them in favor of a candy bar after this rendition*

[bloodyrockgod]

"Sing us a song you're the piano man! Sing us a song tonight! For we're all in the mood for a melody! And you've got us feeling all right!"



Somebody missed the announcement about the sweet potatoes.

[imisspadfoot.livejournal.com]

Remus peers out from behind his book at his singing, jostling fellow students, then sighs and turns a page.

[actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com]

Archie shuffles into study hall with bloodshot eyes and disheveled hair, takes in the chaos and noise, and slumps into a back chair before pulling a piece of ship's biscuit out of his pocket and gnawing at it.

A gremlin unfortunate enough to scamper near his foot gets to know the business end of Archie's sword quickly enough. The gremlin's acquaintance with the sword, however, is short-lived.

Drawing one of his pistols from his belt, he props it up on the desk and glowers at the cacaphonous classroom.

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Cameron wanders in as he has an hour and a half free and needs to do some research. He notices Archie sitting there with a pistol in his hand and wanders over. "Did the books try to attack you?"