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.

Comments

[chasingangela]

Angela looks at Rogue, wincing in sympathy.

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

[marieann-d.livejournal.com]

Rogue turns to the other girl. "Thanks. That'd be great," she mutters as she takes a small drink of coffee.

[chasingangela]

Angela rummages in her bag and emerges with a small bottle of painkiller. "Here," she says, putting it in Rogue's gloved hand. "Did you go to that moonshine tasting there were flyers for, like, all over school?"

[marieann-d.livejournal.com]

Rogue pops the pills, washing them down with her coffee. "Yeah. Shit tasted like gasoline. I think if you mixed it with...somethin', it might be better, but who knows." She rubs the bridge of her nose, wishing more than ever that she had Logan's healing power.