[semi-open] Meet and Greet of the Homeroom

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Characters: Reki, Irene, Jack, Giselle, Miki, Tanaka, Caesar, Fuu, Lloyd
Location: wherever their homeroom is
Time: meeting time
Content: meeting for homeroom things and talk of X-gene
Format: action (see sub thread subject for activity); also party
Warnings: May contain flammable substances

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Before Roll Call

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[Meet your homeroom... people. (Members?) Free talk and activities amongst yourselves.]

[jackbotsattack]

[Generic Jack bored pose... now with donuts!]

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[Reki is eating a sprinkle donut. A cup of OJ is nearby. There is a faint air of "Why is this happening...?" to him.]

[He gives Jack a quick glance while wondering if Jack's holding a grudge or if recent events caused him to move on.]

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[Considering Jack's usual state is "grudge-holding," this is most likely a yes. But he doesn't seem to be any more annoyed than usual.]

[He does quirk an eyebrow when Reki looks his way, though.]

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[Reki looks like he's checking Jack's name off on something and then goes to ignore him. That donut needs to be eaten after all.]

[tacticalnap]

[Caesar is draped over his desk, fast asleep. At least he's physically here, if not mentally. That counts for roll call, doesn't it?]

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[Reki lets him sleep for the time being. He might wake him for the discussion later, however.]

[jackbotsattack]

[Time to find out if the "hand in water" trick works with orange juice~]

[tacticalnap]

[Nope, looks like Caesar is just going to keep on dozing away.]

[...well, except for the part where he moves his hand just so the glass will tip over back onto Jack.]

[jackbotsattack]

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[Dang it, now he has orange juice all over his cloak. THIS THING'S DRY CLEAN ONLY, YA KNOW.]

[tacticalnap]

...hhm?

[Oh sure, now he wakes up.]

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You jerk! You got orange juice on my cloak!

[This is obviously all your fault.]

[tacticalnap]

What are you talking about? I was sleeping. [He yawns, then adds ever so helpfully...] Maybe you're just a clutz.

[jackbotsattack]

What!? I'll have you know I am not a klutz!! You spilled this! [Never mind WHY it was near Caesar in the first place...]

[tacticalnap]

Oh? I know I didn't have a glass of anything on this desk before, so why was something there to spill at all?

[For that matter, he eyes his hand, the one damp with orange juice. Iiinteresting.]

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Pfft. How am I supposed to know where your juice comes from? [He'll deny EVERYTHING.]