Journalism Class - Friday September 16

[jerusalem-s.livejournal.com]

Professor Jerusalem is properly dressed today, but instead of being behind his desk, is slouched in one of the over-stuffed chairs, prodding at his laptop. On the table before him is a large box with several holes punched in the lid. His cat is sitting atop the box, looking smug with both faces.

Spider is working on attendance records, homework assignments and class participation and is mumbling under his breath. There is another large, steaming mug of coffee beside him and what looks to be a cappuchino machine against one wall. The sign hung above it states, 'Drink at own risk'.

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[soldtoarmenians]

Xander enters, blearily rubbing at his eyes, and makes a beeline for the possible source of caffeine. He reads the sign before reaching for an empty styrofoam cup, however, and backs off. "Nuh-uh. Played that game before. I like my hair this color and having this number of heads. My new food rule is Only Ignore The Warning Signs If Frosting Is Involved."

[courier-gavin.livejournal.com]

Having got bored at home, Jake decides to swing by school. He's walking down the hall, eyeing the many posters tacked up here and there, when the smell of coffee makes him stop dead and turn around.

[jerusalem-s.livejournal.com]

Today's flavor appears to be, again, hazelnut mocha.

[courier-gavin.livejournal.com]

Jake whimpers at the lovely, lovely smell which is coming from... the Journalism room.

Oh no. Nonono.

Fearing the worst, he walks in to the classroom, and with another whimper falls on his knees infront of the cappuchino machine.

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Beka appears, looking flushed, happy, and a little flustered, with a cup of coffee in hand.

"Any assignments today? If not, I'd like to do the obituary assignment."

She has no idea why, but something about this class brings out her inner love of intrigue and irony.

[jerusalem-s.livejournal.com]

Absently, Spider responded, "Anything written in class or submitted in writing to the professor counts for extra credit. I'm writing something up on class scores here, I think." He paused to fumble for his coffee, still intent on the screen. "I'm seriously considering gathering past class assignments into individual documents for easier reading, too...."

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe is sitting on at her desk near the front of the room. She looks lost in thought, but also confused and maybe a little sad.

[courier-gavin.livejournal.com]

After pouring himself some coffee (after five minutes of teeth-gnashing and wailing), Jake turns around and takes in the class. He spots Phoebe, looking down, and walks over to her. "Hey, you okay?"

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe smiles. "Hey Jake. I'm just a little tired. Long night."

[positive-angel.livejournal.com]

Chihaya snuck in and looked around for an empty seat. He saw the assistant looking a bit down and skirted around the back of the class to slip into the desk next to her.

He opened his notebook and started to write. Looking over at her, he cleared his throat and leaned over. "Um. Hi!" he said with a shy smile. "You look kind of down. Are you okay?"

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe smiled faintly. "Hi. Just a lot on my mind, thanks for asking."

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

Slipping in, Krycek noticed the cappuchino machine and wondered if Jake knew-- nevermind, looked like he'd already made use of it. Taking a seat, he doodled absently, mind elsewhere.

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Rory wanders in, and thanks to her Gilmore roots, immediately notes the coffee.

However, she's also one step ahead, and is holding her own large, steaming cup.

She sits down with her coffee in the back of the room, and ponders the extra assignment she was working on for this class.

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[wandering the halls, pokes his head into the classroom, looking a bit dazed]
Hope you don't mind if I take some of this, quick like.

[pours self a cup of Satanic Coffee, sips]
[eyebrows go up]
Just like my mother used to make. Cheers, Jerusalem.

[waves, wanders out]

[jerusalem-s.livejournal.com]

Not looking up from his calculations, Spider mutters, "... does he get attendance credit for that?"

[youngest-sister.livejournal.com]

*wanders in, somewhat belatedly*

*looks at the coffee machine with interest*

[jerusalem-s.livejournal.com]

The machine continues to emit pleasant smells. There is a stack of cups to one side.

[prisoner-rover.livejournal.com]

*outside the class room, rover appears*

*with a loud squeak, rover squeezes through the doorway and rolls up to the professor*

*rover touches his toes to get his attention.*

[jerusalem-s.livejournal.com]

Momentarily distracted, Spider looked up, cigarette in one hand, the other still on his keyboard. "...you're not in my class...?" After a moment he shook his head. "What do you want, oh spheroid one?"

[prisoner-rover.livejournal.com]

*rover rolls back toward the door, then stops, then toward the door, then stops.*

[lady-jessica-bg.livejournal.com]

"Ich. Coffee."

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Veronica had a bit of a breakdown last night and is not attending classes today. She's trying to deal with the fact that she ran into her dead best friend. She will, however, turn her homework in before the weekend is out.]

[jerusalem-s.livejournal.com]

((OOC: So noted. Thanks for leaving me a note!))

[dbiers.livejournal.com]

Coffee, thank the gods!

*Reads sign, eyes the cappuchino machine suspiciously then takes a long look over at the professor*

Well, he doesn't seem to be dead or dismembered, I'll have a go.

*Takes a cup*