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

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"I'm O+."

*Pulls out a stake and holds it up non-threateningly.*

"Don't get emotionally attached. This is just a business relationship."

*Pulls out a box of wheetabix and holds it out to Angelus*

Wheetabix? Oh. Wait. That's your old "partner" who does that. Right?

*Goes back to religious homework. Doesn't look back up.*

"Somebody left some flowers for a certain girl in 217. Don't suppose you know who?"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angelus held up his hands, showing his weaponless state. "Business is fine. I like business. It's uncomplicated."

He took another sip of blood. "Yeah, putting crap in it is Spike's thing. I like mine pure. And - did they?" Angelus put a finger to his cheek, miming thoughtfulness. "Gosh, I wonder who."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

*Looks up from homework*

"Had a little run-in (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomhighdorms/30878.html) with one of the occupants last night."

*Pops a few vitamins and drinks it with coffee*

"I'd appreciate it if credit was given where credit is due... if you catch my drift. I'd rather not have anything to do with that *expletive delete*."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"What?" Angelus asks. "Don't girls like flowers anymore? But yeah, if they ask you can send 'em my way. Can't have my favorite blood boy getting beat up."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

*glares*

I'm nobody's "boy".

*Goes back to religion homework.*

Professional advice: Might want to be a little more careful about your *chats*. Rumors are beginning to fly...

*Nods at master_of_fear*

...about you're little club.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Meant it as a compliment, Marty, no harm in taking it as such," Angelus scribbled some notes down in his notebook. "Rumors, huh? What kind?"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Nothing horribly new... Everyone seems to know you have it in for a certain 'slayer' and friends. Everyone suspects you've been actively recruiting an elite team to cause problems. And there's something out there floating about an e-mail you've sent."

"One thing everyone wants to know is why no one has seen you, [Unknown site tag] and pubkeeper hanging out together. Aren't they family?"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"First isn't rumor, it's yesterday's news," Angelus said, but without any rancor. "As for the other two - yes. Which is why I don't trust them." Angelus's face took on a nostalgic glow. "That's the great thing about family."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Family. Heh. I can relate."

*Packs up homework*

"I'm heading to the shooting range. I Suddenly feel the need to blow up something. See you later 'Angie'. Leave me a voice mail if something crops up."

*Gets up to leave. Notices the ambient sunlight."

"You wearing sunscreen?"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Sweet of you to care," Angelus nodded his head in the direction of the windows. "Necrotempered glass. Principal Connor's not as much of a bitch as some people like to say."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

*Makes mental note*

"Was pretty sure you weren't a *day* person."

*Leaves*