Taft Cabin W3 A4, Friday Evening
Like John was dumb enough to consider going to the Flight Shed after last night's radio. He'd rolled his eyes at the many, many, voicemail messages Prof. Skywalker had left for him and had gone through his typical Friday activities instead, only returning to his bunk for a shower before dinner.
It wasn't like the story was new or anything. John screwed up. John got caught. John got Detention with Mr. Personality. People in general were Very Disappointed or Very Angry. The professor had obviously gone with Very Angry this time.
He just had to wait it out. Everyone would calm down by Tuesday or John would die during class. Either way, there was no reason to hide now that he wasn't hungover.
Clean and dressed, John perused his reading materials to find something that would go with Italian.
[Linkdroppy but open like an alcove!]
It wasn't like the story was new or anything. John screwed up. John got caught. John got Detention with Mr. Personality. People in general were Very Disappointed or Very Angry. The professor had obviously gone with Very Angry this time.
He just had to wait it out. Everyone would calm down by Tuesday or John would die during class. Either way, there was no reason to hide now that he wasn't hungover.
Clean and dressed, John perused his reading materials to find something that would go with Italian.
[Linkdroppy but open like an alcove!]