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?"

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

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

[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

[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* ]

[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*

[lizzy-turner.livejournal.com]

*She looks up from the drawing and smiles.*

I'm Elizabeth Swann *she takes his hand and shakes it lightly.*

[harried-potter.livejournal.com]

From Britain?

[lizzy-turner.livejournal.com]

Well, I lived primarily in Port Royale, Jamaica, but it was a British colony...so yes. *She realizes that a "yes" would have sufficed, and blushes*

[harried-potter.livejournal.com]

*Harry considers his rather limited knowledge of British colonial history*

So, uh, did you like it?

[lizzy-turner.livejournal.com]

It was rather nice, aside from the occasional pirate crossing our path.

[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.

[harried-potter.livejournal.com]

Pirates? You have pirates where you come from?

*pauses and fights down a blush*

Sorry. Uh. I'm used to wizards and dragons and magic...just not pirates.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

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

[demonbelthazor]

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

[lizzy-turner.livejournal.com]

Funny, I'm not used to wizards and dragons and magic, either. To each his or her own, I suppose.

*She grins, this certainly being the first person she met who was used to magic*

So, can you do magic?

[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*

[harried-potter.livejournal.com]

*Harry glances around, but most of the students are busy at their own tables*

*He pulls his wand from his robes, gently takes the sheet of drawing paper from her hand, and lays it flat on the table with a grin.*

*swish-and-flick*

Wingardium Leviosa!

*the sheet of paper jerks up from the table, dancing in time to the swoop of the wand*

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

*a dagger suddenly buries itself in the wall next to Cole's head, having sliced his cigarette in half*

*Callisto taps Cole on the nose*

You're vaguely cute, but I won't have that stench near me.

*retrieves her dagger and starts her knife game again, this time with her right hand on the desk*

[demonbelthazor]

*nods to Jonathan and goes back to writing*

[demonbelthazor]

*eyes the dagger in the wall*
*eyes Callisto as she retrieves it*

Nice moves. Where'd you learn that?

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

I picked it up from a travelling juggler my army captured I met once.

Delightful man, such a pity what happened to him.

[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.