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*

[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*

[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.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

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

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

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

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

*Nods back, grinning. He went back to studying bio, considering he had a quiz next class. Might as well use the time he would be in class to do something somewhat useful.

[principalconnor.livejournal.com]

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

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

(OOC: Angelus can't help it if he's a motivated go-getter ;) )

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

*Swings by Jon's table.*

Hey. Get my email?

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

*looks up from his homework* Yep.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Interested?

[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)?

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

Most certainly. Finally, a bit of fun around this boring campus.

[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.

[chasingangela]

Angela looks at Rogue, wincing in sympathy.

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

[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.

[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.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

I hear ya.

*Angelus held up his notebook.*

I've got work to do. Catch you later? My room?

[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]

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?"

[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.