Study Hall -- Wednesday, September 14th

[principalconnor.livejournal.com]

Welcome to Wednesday's study hall, kids. You'll be happy to know that the gremlin infestation in the study hall has moved on, but unhappy to find out that they've moved onto the cafeteria.

Today's lunch special is chicken. At least, that's what the cafeteria staff told me it was.

A few announcements:

-- An open house for parents is tentatively scheduled for the last weekend in October. All parents, guardians, legal representation, police escorts, and responsible deities may attend, under another RP journal or your own.

-- A suggestion box has been placed outside my office. To the person who already left the note with a question about having as our school mascot a game cock ... no, I don't think Lee has the time for that. Please quit teasing him before I find a fabulous gay teenage-boy orgy in the utility closet a crying Adama in my office. (OOC: For the record, I was kind of thinking the suggestion box could be there for any high-school type stuff we could do. :))

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[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

John walks into the room carrying a large roll of white paper, glancing around furtively and purposely not looking at the principal.

He sits at a desk far away from anyone, unrolls the papers, and begins intently studying them while making the occasional note on a pad on the desk.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty walks into the study hall eating a chicken sandwich (Mmmm... Tastes like gremlin) and listening to his walkman.

He notices John sitting by his lonesome and walks over to him.

"You seem to be a quiet one. Does nobody play with principal's kid?"

[swerval_zero]

So, what happened to your purple fuzzy thing?

[http://users.livejournal.com/_gottahavefaith/]

Faith wanders over, and sits down at the desk nearest John.
"Hey you. What'cha doing?"

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

*Jonathan walks in, quite tired from lack of sleep. He collapses onto a desk and starts sleeping*

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

*Gives Jonathan a nod of greeting in one of the brief moments Jon's eyes are something resembling open.*

[lizzy-turner.livejournal.com]

*Elizabeth walks into study hall and starts sketching a picture of a cute boy sitting nearby* [OOC: if anyone wants to be said cute boy, it's up to you, I'm leaving it open]

[harried-potter.livejournal.com]

*Harry sits down opposite her with his Anthropology 101 notes*

Hi.

Um. Harry Potter. *holds out hand, realises he has tissue bits stuck to it, wipes hand on his trousers and reoffers it*

[scissors--.livejournal.com]

*sitting at table, sees oatmanspatient munching the chicken sandwich, mumbling 'mmh gremlins good' or some such*

You don't think the cafetaria mistook the gremlins for chicken, now? I'm terribly allergic for food that contains gremlin 0.o

[moonstruck-yuki.livejournal.com]

*overhears and sits down across from him awkwardly* Ahh...have you heard? About the...way that the school's cafeteria selected it's cook? *turns faintly pink*

[river-dancing.livejournal.com]

River trudges into study hall, pulls out her notebook, and begins writing furiously. There seem to be much underlining and violent scribbling going on.

[ OOC: She's trying very hard not to think about what she did do (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomhighdorms/32654.html), and what she almost did (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomhighdorms/31364.html?thread=614020#t614020). Lee managed to not interact with River, which is perhaps the only reason why he didn't get ravished. By River, at least. *gives whitedeathpod the hairy eyeball* ]

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty notices River walk into the room and mentally starts going through all the prime numbers he can think of.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker walks into study hall, out of sorts, but still planning revenge, and catches sight of River. After a little internal debate, she approaches her cautiously.

"Excuse me. River? That's your name, right?" Without waiting to be asked, Parker sits down opposite her. "Mind telling me what that was about last night?"

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

*Callisto flops into a chair at an empty desk*

Bored...

*She takes out a dagger and examines it's edge. Deciding it's sharp enough, she lays her left hand out flat on the desktop and starts lazily tapping between her splayed fingers*

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

::sets kaf cup gingerly on table. clears throat so the pretty girl doesn't hurt herself from being startled ::

Nice knife. Where's it from?

::draws own boot-knife and lays it on the table for comparison::

I think we have Biology and that weird myth class together. You said something about poisoning. Are posioners respected here Most places, they're subject to summary execution, like slavers.

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe wanders in and sits on one of the seats beneath a window. She takes out her notebook and starts writing in it, glancing up from time to time to see who else has come in.

[demonbelthazor]

*wanders in, sits in the back, and lights up a cigarette*
*starts writing on a piece of paper*

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

*Jonathan wakes up, looks around as if he were the gopher from Caddyshack, notices Belthazor, nods at his fellow JA member, and then falls back asleep*

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angelus wandered in. He nodded to his fellow JA members, then took a seat by himself. He could respect the need for sleep and/or pussy. Besides, that left him free for anyone else who might need his own personal attention.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty approaches Angelus with two thermal mugs in his hand.

"Should I just call you Angel in the morning?"

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

*Paige walks in, she's just dropped Journalism and is sitting looking distracted*

I wonder how PVC would go down? *Paige mutters to herself*

[http://users.livejournal.com/_gottahavefaith/]

Faith wandered in, keeping an eye on John and looking for other JA members.
She then put her head down on the desk and fell asleep.

[soniabelmont.livejournal.com]

Sonia drags herself in, still tired from...whatever happened during the night. She's bandaged her arm herself, though there's not much one can do with one good hand- the wrapping is rather large and unruly. With a sigh, she drops into a seat near the windows again, and makes an attempt at her homework; she soon finds it is near impossible to hold a pen in with her injured arm, though. Throwing the pen down in frustration, she is content to sit and fume silently.

[addams-daughter.livejournal.com]

Wednesday walked into her first study hall with a sense of detached curiousity. She'd heard any number of rumors as to the things that went on at the school, and was looking forward to meeting new people.

... that and figuring out if the Paranormal Studies professor had actually gotten himself eaten by one of the class study projects or simply fled screaming from his prospective students.

Choosing a seat near the back where she could watch the other students, she pulled out her Sociology text and considered her homework.

[bluemanoncampus.livejournal.com]

::Hank, looking tired, sticks his head in around 10:15.::

Has anyone seen Edward (http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=alchemic_bean) this morning? I need to talk with him about my room.

[writer-jo.livejournal.com]

I walk in quietly and take a seat towards the back, pulling out a sheaf of papers and a pen.

I wonder if I'll meet anyone new today.

[det-lbriscoe.livejournal.com]

Deep Voice from no where:
"In the criminal justice system, the people are represented by two separate yet equally important groups: the police, who investigate crime; and the district attorneys, who prosecute the offenders. These are their stories."

Lenny Briscoe walks into the room rolling his eyes at the voice.

"All right. Listen up kids. There's been a rash of cases regarding missing students lately. This one in particular:"



"His name was... is washwaslaconic We'd appreciate any knowledge and assistance in the matter."

[det-mlogan.livejournal.com]

Mike Logan walks in eating a chicken sandwich.

"Lenny? Have you tried these chicken sandwiches? They're fantastic!"

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna comes in, her work haphazardly stuffed into a bag. She spreads it out on a table and tries to make sense of anything.