Advanced Journalism (Tuesday, March 28 - 2nd period)

[imanaturalblond.livejournal.com]

The board behind Rita had the following message on it:

Shorthand. On my desk.

John, would you like to be a jockstrap? Because it could be arranged. So shh.

Possibly a bit preemptive, but whatever.

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Re: Sit quietly in class omg.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, there was this thing on television," John says, ignoring her order, "about infomercials and I thought it would be cool to write something like that. And I thought I'd ask you. Any experience in that type of thing?"

Re: Sit quietly in class omg.

[imanaturalblond.livejournal.com]

"What is an infomercial?" Rita asked.

Re: Sit quietly in class omg.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Kind of an advertisement," John explains. "Selling something. I bet you'd be good at that."

Re: Sit quietly in class omg.

[imanaturalblond.livejournal.com]

"If you say so."

The words on the board behind her shifted.

John's jockstrap could be arranged on my desk.

Re: Sit quietly in class omg.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John makes a face when he notices the new words.

"Professor Skeeter, have you been stealing things from me?"

Re: Sit quietly in class omg.

[imanaturalblond.livejournal.com]

"...no."

Re: Sit quietly in class omg.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Why does your chalkboard say that my jockstrap could be arranged on your desk?!"

Re: Sit quietly in class omg.

[imanaturalblond.livejournal.com]

"It doesn't," Rita said, glaring at him.

Re: Sit quietly in class omg.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Yes it does," he says and points to the board behind her. "Look!"

Re: Sit quietly in class omg.

[imanaturalblond.livejournal.com]

"I am not looking at that," Rita sighed. "I know what it says. I wrote it."

Re: Sit quietly in class omg.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Obviously you don't," John shoots back. "You must've written that after a shot of schnapps or something."

Re: Sit quietly in class omg.

[imanaturalblond.livejournal.com]

"No, I wrote it just now," Rita said, exasperated.

Re: Sit quietly in class omg.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Turn around and look," John says, still pointing. "If there is nothing there, you can turn me into an animal!"

Re: Sit quietly in class omg.

[imanaturalblond.livejournal.com]

Rita snapped her wand at the board over her shoulder, and the lettering vanished.

She turned and looked.

"Hm. Look at that."

Re: Sit quietly in class omg.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"That's cheating," John says, frowning.

Re: Sit quietly in class omg.

[imanaturalblond.livejournal.com]

"And?"

Re: Sit quietly in class omg.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"I thought you were honest and trustworthy," John says...not so sincerely.

Re: Sit quietly in class omg.

[imanaturalblond.livejournal.com]

Rita peered at him.

"Are you high, Mr. Crichton?"

Re: Sit quietly in class omg.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Are you regular, Professor Skeeter?"

Whoops.

Re: Sit quietly in class omg.

[imanaturalblond.livejournal.com]

"Would you like to be an undergarment, Mr. Crichton?"

Re: Sit quietly in class omg.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Of course not, Professor. I mean, if someone asked you that question, would you say yes?"

Re: Sit quietly in class omg.

[imanaturalblond.livejournal.com]

"No. But then I don't run around tormenting people like a child of hell."

Re: Sit quietly in class omg.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Yet, you and I have cuddled several times over the last few weeks," John points out. "I think, in Skeeter language, child of hell means surrogate son."

Re: Sit quietly in class omg.

[imanaturalblond.livejournal.com]

"And once again I must ask if you've ingested or smoked something you oughtn't have."

Re: Sit quietly in class omg.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"I love you, Professor Skeeter."