fandomhigh | Study Hall -- Tuesday, September 13th

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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"Angelus," Angelus offered his hand to shake in return. "Dru and I are... related, so maybe you're picking up that. And yeah, Connor forced me to room with Harris. Just my luck, huh? Being forced to room with somebody who's neck I'd love to snap, if that didn't involve touching him." Angelus watched Sark's reaction to that last comment carefully, wondering if he was around a kindred spirit.

*nods* Neck-snapping also has the detriment of leaving traceable fingerprints. Poison has its uses, as does a quick clean head shot. However, I'm fairly sure such straightforward methods would lead to expulsion, and believe me when I say that my guardian would make me wish for a neck-snapping if I were expelled.

*small smile turns rather wicked* I shall have to learn more subtle methods, I suppose. Fortunately, my roommate and I get on, and I foresee no need to dissolve his body using his chemistry set, or something similar.

Angelus took all of that in. Without skipping a beat, he said, "You know I'm starting this club. Just might interest you."

*looks vaguely interested* Oh? What sort of club? I give you fair warning, though, I've six classes as it is, as well as living on the maddest floor of the dorms. I'm verging on giving up sleep.

*unobtrusively rests one hand on the butt of the gun in his waistband*

"Nothing much," Angelus said. He pulled a flyer out of his notebook (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomhigh/50959.html) and handed it to Sark. "Just a little thing I'm whipping together."

*reads the flyer, eyebrows slowly lifting* If you'll inform me when the next meeting is taking place, I think I will attend. How pleasant to find like-minded individuals.

"Be happy to," Angelus smiled. "I like finding like-minded people too. Hard task, in a place like this. So - you been into death long?"

*shrugs* It's not death in particular. Death is merely a fairly common by-product of assassination, espionage, governmental overthrow, and fanaticism. *thin smile* Which are my hobbies.

"What's your feeling on lawyers?"

*makes a brief face*

Use them as needful, then execute them and dispose of the bodies. Never leave anyone alive who knows even a fragment of the truth when their usefulness is gone.

"So you at least agree they're evil," Angelus said.

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