44th PSI
[phone]
Did everyone make it through alright...? I wasn't able to find everyone I meant to during all of this. If you've still got injuries that haven't healed, let me know, and I'll come by. It looks like things settled down a little quicker than they usually do... What happened, towards the end?
Oh, and if you were... zombified. Please don't feel badly about whatever you might have done. I'm sorry if I hurt anyone who was like that.
[action]
[Well, now that that mess is over with, it's time to move on towards the much bigger threat in Lucas's life: schoolwork. ...That, and staying below 5'5'' forever, but that isn't really something he can do anything about. ...Anyway.]
1: In the library, surrounded by papers. Lucas is staring at a textbook. What is PEMDAS and why were there so many x's and y's and why did it seem vaguely familiar; perhaps this was a foreign language? PEMDAS is Latin for 'geometrical flower arranging', right? He's sure he's holding it upside down or maybe backwards, but no matter how far he leans back in his chair rotating his book around his head, it doesn't make any more sense. ...Luckily, he doesn't have to worry about it too long; the chair topples backwards and he goes crashing to the ground in a flurry of papers.
2: Two hours of practice every day in the music room is equivalent to two hours of torture for anyone in the vicinity of the music wing after school hours. Lucas stares glumly at the piece of sheet music he had picked up somewhere (why was everything written in a foreign language?) and continues to create new scales that consist entirely of flat notes and half-step-offs. Arpeggio is interpreted as 'with lacrimosity' and dolcissimo becomes suitable for funereal dirges. The only time he manages something decent is when he plays the melody of the same song he's known for a year.
3: In the malt shop, surrounded by more papers and a milkshake. After reading enough poems to drive Shel Silverstein up a wall, Lucas is taking a stab at his assignment writing his own. At some point, he'll read it out loud to see how it sounds.
'There once was a boy who liked art
Except he wasn't very good at the start
So he practiced a lot
And then he... um... fought
A lot of monsters... and that helped him improve his drawing skills.... somehow... Smart. Kart. Hearts!'
And similar nonsense.
4: Hanging upside down from a tree in the park. ...Well, alright, maybe he couldn't really do anything about growing taller, but he could at least try. Lucas will probably fall and break his neck at some point.
Did everyone make it through alright...? I wasn't able to find everyone I meant to during all of this. If you've still got injuries that haven't healed, let me know, and I'll come by. It looks like things settled down a little quicker than they usually do... What happened, towards the end?
Oh, and if you were... zombified. Please don't feel badly about whatever you might have done. I'm sorry if I hurt anyone who was like that.
[action]
[Well, now that that mess is over with, it's time to move on towards the much bigger threat in Lucas's life: schoolwork. ...That, and staying below 5'5'' forever, but that isn't really something he can do anything about. ...Anyway.]
1: In the library, surrounded by papers. Lucas is staring at a textbook. What is PEMDAS and why were there so many x's and y's and why did it seem vaguely familiar; perhaps this was a foreign language? PEMDAS is Latin for 'geometrical flower arranging', right? He's sure he's holding it upside down or maybe backwards, but no matter how far he leans back in his chair rotating his book around his head, it doesn't make any more sense. ...Luckily, he doesn't have to worry about it too long; the chair topples backwards and he goes crashing to the ground in a flurry of papers.
2: Two hours of practice every day in the music room is equivalent to two hours of torture for anyone in the vicinity of the music wing after school hours. Lucas stares glumly at the piece of sheet music he had picked up somewhere (why was everything written in a foreign language?) and continues to create new scales that consist entirely of flat notes and half-step-offs. Arpeggio is interpreted as 'with lacrimosity' and dolcissimo becomes suitable for funereal dirges. The only time he manages something decent is when he plays the melody of the same song he's known for a year.
3: In the malt shop, surrounded by more papers and a milkshake. After reading enough poems to drive Shel Silverstein up a wall, Lucas is taking a stab at his assignment writing his own. At some point, he'll read it out loud to see how it sounds.
'There once was a boy who liked art
Except he wasn't very good at the start
So he practiced a lot
And then he... um... fought
A lot of monsters... and that helped him improve his drawing skills.... somehow... Smart. Kart. Hearts!'
And similar nonsense.
4: Hanging upside down from a tree in the park. ...Well, alright, maybe he couldn't really do anything about growing taller, but he could at least try. Lucas will probably fall and break his neck at some point.