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. :))

Comments

[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?"

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

John shrugs, shifting in his seat just enough for Marty not to see what the blueprints are from. "Yeah," John says, "being the principal's kid isn't exactly a friend magnet, especially with my mother."

(OOC: Apologies. Real life got in the way.)

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. She's a real piece of work. I've seen commandos with less muscle tone and killer instinct. What's her deal?

[swerval_zero]

So, what happened to your purple fuzzy thing?

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"What, Pumpkin?" John grins wryly and points towards the ceiling, where Pumpkin is skittering around like a cute purple dustmop. "I taught him to walk on the walls. It was either that or have him clinging to my chest all day long."

Up above, Pumpkin spots a gremlin in one of the corners, flashes Zero an uder-adorable look, then grabs the gremlin with one paw and eats the little thing whole.

[swerval_zero]

*coos* Cute and gremlinivorous. I love it.

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

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

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

John perks up as Faith sits next to him, subtlely rolling up the blueprints. "Oh, hey, Faith. I was just ... uh, doing an independent study ... thing. Architecture, you know?"