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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[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.

[chasingangela]

Angela walks in and hesitantly takes a seat next to Marty.

"Hi," she says. "Thanks for the gift." She pauses. "Were you, like, talking to Brian Krakow? Because if you weren't, you must be psychic or something."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty goes back to the file he read on Angela. Krakow? Ah. Some kind of Nerd.

"Brian? Sorry. I never met the guy. I have a friend who has a friend of a friend who went to uh... Libertine High?"

[chasingangela]

"Liberty High," Angela says. "And this ... friend of a friend of a friend just, like, knew my favorite song and favorite book?" She shrugs. "But you know that saying about gift horses and mouths? I think I need to pretend the whole thing makes sense, and just thank you."

[[OOC: Excellent research, BTW, especially if you really hadn't seen MSCL as of yesterday.]]

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty shrugs and offers a silly grin.

"You're welcome. I'm really sorry about the other day. It was..."

Shakes his head.

"Yeah... It was a bad day."

[OOC: My friend of a friend just happens to be Google ]

[chasingangela]

Angela offers her own silly grin in return.

"I've had a few of those myself. Just ... usually without all the weapons."

She notices that Marty's lip is still scabbed. "Is ... everything going to be all right? Relatively."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty shrugs.

"In this place? Who can tell?"

Marty frowns for a second.

"Wait... did you say weapons?"

[chasingangela]

"Um, yeah. I saw your gun yesterday, when you shot the ... gremlin-thing, and Zero says you held it to her head and then took her croquet mallet Monday night. So ... I'm really hoping this isn't, like, a habit with you. The gun-to-people's-heads thing. Because the ide aof getting shot kind of freaks me out."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty curses internally. Yeah. That was a bad night.

"Yeah... that was... uh.. Well I wouldn't do that to you. The shooting or the uh... pointing at head thing. I do that to other- I mean... I don't do that all the time."

Marty starts rubbing his forehead.

"Yeah maybe I should stop talking."

[det-mlogan.livejournal.com]

Excuse me Miss? Did you just say this punk pointed a gun at someone's head?

[(Anonymous)]

Angela gives him a wary look and takes a few seconds to consider. "Um, okay," she says, and pauses again.

"Marty? Could we just, like, start over again? Forget the whole gun thing and go back to, y'know, 'where are you from, what classes are you in, what's your family like, wanna have lunch?' Because I think we sort of skipped that part, and this might get less weird if we went back to it."

[river-dancing.livejournal.com]

River absent-mindedly catches herself tapping prime-number sequences on the lab desktop for no reason she can puzzle out, but any potential source for the strange patterns she's sensing is, at the moment, drowned out by Lee Adama's very noisy angsty thoughts.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

[OOC:*snort*]

[river-dancing.livejournal.com]

[ OOC: *evil grin* ]

[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?"

[river-dancing.livejournal.com]

"Er... it's kind of embarassing." River pauses uncertainly, then continues. "I can read thoughts, sometimes... particularly if someone's got a noisy mind, or if they're drunk, or the like. So when Lee Adama was drunk last night..."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Yikes." Parker contemplated what could've been going through Captain Cutie's warped little mind for a second, then smirked and shook her head. "Ooookay. So, why did you come looking for me?"

[river-dancing.livejournal.com]

"Well, when he's so loudly thinking about that sort of thing, it kind of... trickles over. To me." River starts toying with the neckline of her blouse, then abruptly seems to notice and stops. "And when something like that is happening, particularly when I can't make him stop, I stop thinking rationally. I was talking about it with Joan when things started getting noisy, and she thought she'd have an idea on how we could stop things before they went too far, but..."

River shrugs. "Joan went off to find something, and I started to feel... pressured again. And the only thing I could think of was that maybe, if I could make those images in his head of me, I might be able to think more coherently. It's just... I don't know how to do any of that."

She raises her dark eyes to meet Parker's. "But I thought, from what I'd seen of you, that ... you might." With a sigh, she dropped her gaze back to the desk. "I'm sorry that ... it... happened. I just -- couldn't think of anything else to do, and there wasn't anyone else around I could draw on."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker was following about half this explanation: enough to know that what she'd seen in River the night before had been the extremes of, ahem, hormonal overload, courtesy of Adama; and that she'd been trying to make it stop.

Then she remembered what it was that she'd suddenly felt compelled to think of, when River was holding onto her head.

"Oh. My. God."

[river-dancing.livejournal.com]

River covers her eyes with her hands, miserably. "I'm sorry," she husks brokenly. "I just couldn't think of anything but trying to get his thoughts untangled from mine..."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"You couldn't have looked for something else?" Parker hissed, lowering her voice. "Jesus. That was private. I mean, I get that you were -- I don't know, crazy, or not in control, but there freakin' *limits*, Tam--"

[river-dancing.livejournal.com]

"It was all I could think of!" River exclaims harshly. Then, glancing around frantically at the others in the room, she lowers her voice. "It was all I could do not to go across that corridor and throw myself at him. I was trying to..."

She breaks off. In a forced, low tone, she says, "God, I don't know why I'm telling you this. I was just... trying not to be pressured into going into his room and fucking him, alright? And I knew that if I didn't have anything to draw on, any technique I could employ to empty his mind of thoughts of her or him, that was exactly what I would've ended up doing."

River stares down at her hands, fingers splayed wide across the tabletop and knuckles white with tension. "That's why... why I came to you."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker's now torn between outrage and absolute pity. "Right. Fine. Okay." She badly, badly wants a cigarette. "I get it. I just...." She grimaces. "How much did you get?" Who, she thinks. Where.

Oh, great, now River probably knows that, if she didn't before.

Groaning, Parker puts her head down on the table, and knocks it against the surface several times.

[river-dancing.livejournal.com]

River puts her head in her hands, and is tempted to do the same. "Not much. I think. I was looking for that sort of thing in particular, a-and once I found it, I got out." She pinches the bridge of her nose, face filled with remorse. "I... I only needed to know... that. Not anything... else."