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

[swerval_zero]

*waves hand* Bridge, water, y'know the deal.

*under breath* I noticed.

*retrieves insurance company pen from hair, gleefully begins poking carcass with it* Oh, this is swerval. I'll need somethin' to keep it in...Oi, anybody got any Tupperware?

[chasingangela]

"Hey, Zero? Do you, like, know Marty?"

[swerval_zero]

We've met. He put a gun to my head. So that was new and exciting.

[chasingangela]

That is not what Angela expected to hear.

"A real guh-gun? Seriously?"

She scoots closer.

"Like, why? He didn't look mad at you just now."

[swerval_zero]

*shrug* I told him t'stop bangin' on my neighbor's door in the middle of the night, an' he took offense to that, so he broke my squallin' croquet mallet an' put a gun t'my head. But y'know, you've gotta just stand up to bullies. So I told him I to be quieter and that I wanted a new croquet mallet by mornin'.

Apparently he couldn't find one, he gave me a sledgehammer instead. It's a little heavy to lug around for day-to-day stuff, but I'm sure I can figure somethin' out.

[chasingangela]

A bit dizzied by all this, Angela shakes her head.

"This is the weirdest school ever.

I don't know, I was starting to get, like, this little crush on him? But it sounds like he might be sort of ... scary. And not in the fun way.

Maybe it was just a really bad night for him?"

[swerval_zero]

*shrug* I dunno. He yelled at River for a bit and left. Maybe he's an okay sort an' he just...ate the wrong thing in the caf."

[chasingangela]

*shrugs, bites lip*

"Yeah ... and if he is psycho, at least I found out early."