Study Hall - Monday, September 19th

[principalconnor.livejournal.com]

Welcome to the study hall for Monday.

I spent yesterday in my tower room with a bottle of Captain Morgan and a carton of cigarettes and I haven't held a gun in twenty-four hours. Needless to say, I am not in the best of fuckin' moods, and the first student to try anything is getting detention. Hell, the first teacher to try anything with me may get detention.

*glares at students across the study hall teacher's desk, props her booted feet on the corner of the desk, and flashes a dirty look to everybody who walks past*

Your announcements for today:

-- As some of you who didn't already know may have found out this weekend, we do have werewolves on campus. The curfew is there for a reason, people. And on the nights of the full moon, you WILL be in your dorm rooms by the time the moon rises. No exceptions.

-- For anyone who may have missed it, homecoming's coming up soon. Also, fandomhitunes has arrived.

-- The door of locker 327 is stuck open and won't fucking shut. There's your warning.

-- The cafeteria will be serving any meal you ask for today on request, but please keep in mind that the cafeteria workers think someone poured a potion or something into one of the vats, and since they were pretty sure it wasn't hazardous, they went and started serving anyway. I really have to fire those fucking bastards sooner or later.

Jesus, I need a gun. *squirms*

Maybe if I just hold a water pistol, it'll take the edge off ...

Comments

[chasingangela]

*Angela slumps into a seat, looking completely distracted. She pulls out "The Diary of Anne Frank" and attempts to reread it.*

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"Morning," Rory yawns, sliding into the seat next to Angela. "Great book choice, by the by."

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

Faith wandered into study hall, and sat at a desk in the back of the room. She was bored, and pulled out some schoolbooks. She poked at them, as if expecting an attack.

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Cameron enters the studyhall and heads straight for the books on myths and legends, looking for information on Hercules, Deianeira and Nessus.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

[OOC: *loves*]

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

*stalks in, and sits down*

*pulls out a paperclip and a block of hardwood*

*straightens paperclip with teeth and uses it to start carving*

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

*sits down at table behind her*

*flicks crumpled up note at her head*

So, do you often think of stripping me naked (http://www.livejournal.com/users/psycho_barbie/4085.html?thread=22261#t22261)?

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

*signs in. Keeps practicing the very strange English alphabet. Not a proper wedge shape anywhere.*

[miss-monochrome.livejournal.com]

::Chiana, still limping slightly, sits down, pulls out a book on werewolves and starts reading::

[lauraholt.livejournal.com]

*Laura stumbles in and crashes into a chair, eager to just sleep*

OOC Curfew

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

What time is curfew? Cos Paige may have to move into town since her new boyfriend is a townie

Re: OOC Curfew

[principalconnor.livejournal.com]

(OOC: Curfew's eleven o'clock.)

[marieann-d.livejournal.com]

Rogue sits down and starts working on some homework. She looks a little down, still, as if her stressful weekend has yet to wear off.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker walks in with a copy of "All the President's Men" and does an inventory of her purse before settling in to read.

( -- obvious neon-pink water pistol full of holy water
-- pepper spray
-- lighter
-- hairspray in can
-- low-voltage taser

It's not the same as a gun, but then, she hadn't been carrying anyway. It ruined the lines of her suit)

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth walks in, reading one of her Speech 301 essays; just to make sure.

She spots Parker, and drops into the seat next to her.

[persian-eunuch.livejournal.com]

*shows up, sits in the back, and wills himself not to let his curiosity get him in trouble today*

*again starts doodling in his notebook, having no homework*

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

*Paige skips over to Bagoas obviously in a good mood, she kisses him on the cheek*

Hey Bagoas, how's your weekend been?

*She takes out a note pad and starts writing, then crossing stuff out*

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

::stops in on his way to the clinic::

Yo, Principal Connor.

Since I live off campus, I still got my gun... if you ever want to, just stop by the Millenium Falcon and I'll let you handle my shotgun, alright baby?

::Must. Not. Call. Principal. Baby.::

[principalconnor.livejournal.com]

*glares at you*

Make sure that shotgun doesn't make it onto campus, Mr. Williams, and I'll make sure it doesn't make it up your ass.

[addams-daughter.livejournal.com]

Finding a seat, Wednesday again pulled out her homework. Her Sociology of Deviance essay was coming along slowly, and she hoped that her professor would find it sufficient.

Medusa had laughed upon seeing the subject heading, but Wednesday was having difficulty in understanding exactly why. To her mind, the Suburbian subculture was the perfect topic.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

*Bridge wanders in, lugging a deactivated RIC under one arm and a toolbox in the other. He finds a secluded corner and starts dismantling the robot.*

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Hey Bridge. Found your dog, huh?

[imisspadfoot.livejournal.com]

*Remus sits near the principal with his history text and watches surripitously for signs of a better mood.*

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Rory spots that quiet guy that someone - she wishes she could remember who - told her was really smart.

She scribbles a note, folds it neatly, and flings it so that it lands on the table in front of him.

Hi. What's your name?

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders edges into study hall as far away from Principal Connor as possible and sits down in the back with his anthro homework.

[janet_fraiser]

Janet walks in, trying not to sulk, and sits down at a table. She has got to hit the books on both her language classes.

Stupid classes. Why the hell did I ever sign up for them? Oh, yeah. I wanted to have something to relate to Dr. Jackson about. Stupid classes.

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

*flops on the couch next to Janet and curls up*

Let me know if you find anything interesting in those books.

*yawns*

*drifts off*

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

*Beka stops in after Journalism and on her way back to Dierdre's place to get Ghost-lifted back to the Maru*

"Principal Connor? I was talking with Professor Jerusalem in class. I thought it might be a good idea to have a student forum about the weapons-ban. He agreed it might be a good start to dealing with some of the tension."

She looks a bit awkward when she notices who all else is in study hall, but then tilts her chin up and continues.

"I went ahead and Ghost-posted a bulletin board notice (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomhighdorms/76290.html) about having a meeting, because I believe it's something that the students as a group need to discuss. I'm letting you know, because I didn't want you to think that it was a plot or a rebellion or a bitch session. I intend for it to be constructive."

She takes a deep breath, then continues, speaking to her fellow students as well. "If the other students are inclined to meet on the subject, I'll ask whether anyone objects to it being an open meeting so that you or Professor Jerusalem can sit in."


[OOC to Connor: In deference to the rules, I want to indicate that my understanding with Dierdre's character is such that I've been granted permission to use Ghost as personal and message transit while Beka's taking personal time. But it looks like Beka may be back soon anyhow.]

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Sometime later...

Beka leaves quietly after doing whatever she did here and heads for Celtic studies, making a mental note that she'd best make sure to sleep on the Maru during the prep for the big score, or else she's going to be exhausted from all this time-zone destabilization.

[mycanonhatesme]

*comes in and sits down, writing in what's marked as her Classics notebook, but is really where she's keeping track of everything on the missing students case*

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

(Cont'd from above)
"See? I knew you guys would be good at this." Parker sighed happily, and cracked her knuckles. "Right, so, things to do: Elizabeth talks to Cally about helping with the campaign, and anyone else who just wants to put in a few hours of grunt work, and Lisa talks to her co-workers. I talk to Professor Gandalf about the timing of debates and/or the vote, so we know what kind of schedule we're on, as well as some magic protections. Elizabeth talks to Rory's stepdad about food-- Lisa, do you want to check in with the Perkulator? And I'll try to recruit more help from the student body for the PR stuff.

I'll be here every day this week, and we'll let anyone know who cares that they can approach me about the campaign with questions. You two-- be social, tell people you're running, make it clear we're not *against* the JA so much as we are *for* the students.

Cuddy & Weird for Fandom High Student Council... we need a slogan."

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

"You've got the extra room in the dorm, haven't you, Parker? Maybe we could set up a campaign HQ there? We'll need lists of students, so we can mark down allegiences, so we don't waste time on anyone. Get folders up on the other candidates, and also, so anyone who wants to help, knows where to come."

[fh_jackass]

Logan settles into a chair, dropping a notebook on the desk. He fidgets with a pen and wonders if he should get involved with the student elections.

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Rory catches Logan's eye from across the room where she's sitting with Angela. She smiles shyly, and goes back to chatting with her friend.

[lizzy-turner.livejournal.com]

*Elizabeth saunters in, feeling very under the weather with a huge headache* Remind me never to drink mudder's milk on Sunday night ever again. *She's speaking to no one in particular*

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

*replies cheekily*

Never drink mudder's milk on Sunday night ever again.

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

*Jonathan walks in with a few jars of some unknown chemical and proceeds to try and remake the fear toxin that spilled yesterday*

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

*Gives a nod of hello to Johnny.*