Good evening, everyone. I hope you're all having a good night...in a safe, non-disease spreading way, of course. I suppose I'll find out if you are in a minute here, won't I?
School News
At the
What it Takes to Be a Badass class, Loki was
nowhere to be found, aside from a note telling the students to
sit and wait and not leave, which most of them did. While they waited,
Quinn and Alexander talked about how annoying this wek has been. Just remember, this will pass, just like everything else here does. In the end, it turned out that
Loki was outside, to see if anyone left the room.
The
Science of Deduction class had to deal with Sherlock
demanding a cigarette from them, ot else he would fail them. I suppose he wanted some kind of evidence--
*excited chittering*
Oh. Ooh, he needed a
post-coital cigarette? This week is hitting everyone hard, isn't it? The
TAs were a little horrified by Sherlock's request, but
Sherlock was quite happy with how things turned out.
In
Demolition and Dynamite, Kukaku had everyone making
low-impact smoke bombs that don't damage anything but, as it sounds like from the name, give off smoke when they go off. The
students got to work, and when they were done, they played
Hot Potato with their bombs. It's nice to see some classes managed to maintain the status quo in the face of the current insanity.
George was in the
library, having some trouble focusing on the books. Over by the offices,
I was working on paperwork when I received a visit from Karla, and
Sherlock and Kukaku were spotted, uh, by the janitor's closet. After having been inside it. I don't know why I just tried to cover your indiscretion, you're both adults. I'm too kind sometimes.
The
Apathy Club met, as usual, and today's message from George Lass seemed to be that men are scum. Oh, that's not true about all of them. Teenage boys are a... special brand of men, you'll see when you get older.
Squall's twin droid babies started crying at George's ranting, and he got to explain that no, he can't hit them with a hammer to get them to stop crying. And this is why I advocate protection every time the island makes people horny.
Rosalind was amused by George's rant, and George was annoyed that Rosalind didn't support her, as a fellow female. Everyone had a chance to
vent their hatred for males, which
Squall protested, obviously, and which
Jono got around by offering George his kitten, and getting her to admit that male kittens aren't so bad. Ah, small animals, what can't they fix?
The
Dealing With Loss club also met, much to the frustration of a very distracted Ben, who admitted he hadn't been able to think of a topic for the week.
Cally tried to find the bright side of things and said that at least the honesty didn't last all week, which Karla agreed with, as do I.
Elphaba also had her droid baby with her, and declared this to be the worst week ever.
For the record? When you all say things like that, the island likes to find new ways to mess with you. Consider that your warning for the week.
Dorm News
Jacob was whittling in his room, and got a visit from Raven, who came by to check on him. They ended up having a talk about werewolves, demons, and then werewolves again. In the fourth floor common room,
Cloud was watching Deadliest Catch, and in the third floor common room,
Chuck was trying to keep his attention on his comics, for all that was worth.
Ariel came in, insisting a little too hard that she's doing just fine, and when Chuck told her he got sexiled from his room and slept in the common room, they built a pillow fort together.
Leia also came in, thanking Chuck for letting her have their room, and made him flaily by running her hands through his hair. I'd discourage that, but it sounds so adorable that I just can't.
Town News
Warren and Karla got a room at the Arms Hotel, for studying and homework purposes, I'm sure.
Ghanima went to the Perk in search of tea, and met up with John Watson who was, surprisingly enough, also looking for tea. They ended up talking about their jobs here, and Ghanima's eyes.
Hope was doing some massive cleaning at
Turtle and Canary, Kyle checked on something at the
junkyard, Ben was fighting to stay focused at
Fixer-Uppers, Cally was relaxing with some spider solitaire at the
MCA, Arya was doing an inventory check at
Coyote Medicine, Shunsui was working on his romance novel at
the park, Mary was dealing with the bad vending machine at
The Arms Hotel only spitting out condoms now, and Harper was daydreaming at
Things Reborn. Aphrodite was reading terrible fanfiction at
Dite's Decadent Delights, and
Cloud and
Max both came by, curious about what she was reading. Sophie was in a bad mood at
The Fourth Dimension over what's been happening this week, and she got a visit from Ino, who was equally angry about being influenced by the island.
John Watson was studying hormones and pheromones at
the clinic, and Jessica was eyeing Tino at
Caritas.
Hayley came in and said hello to Jessica and
Hinata, and
Jaina came in, complaining about how this sort of island thing isn't supposed to last so long.
Scully came in with her droid babies, which caught
Bruce by surprise, until she explained that she's pretty much taking care of them on her own, and
Jessica by enough surprise and/or annoyance that she tried to convince Scully to leave.
Hinata and Jessica said hello, and
Bruce got caught up with Hayley and how her trial went. He also flirted with
Jessica, and
Aphrodite came in too, to get a drink to deal with a bad day.
And that's all the notes I seem to have tonight. Take care, everyone, and remember: protection, protection, protection. It's good for your sakes, and for mine.