(I am so, so sorry it took so long for me to post this, guys. I - just - stuff. Life. Yeah.)

[It's Friday night, a little after 8 PM. Welcome to the Masque!

Maggie and Michelle are wearing coordinated, vaguely Asian outfits and simple white masks; they sit at a small table by the door, collecting and selling tickets. Anita, in a matching outfit, ( Read more... )

The auditorium is dark, a trickle of light coming in from some unknown source. It's also empty, the rows of seats unfilled and the stage bare. Above the stage, however, is the crawl space that also houses the stage lights. Dusty, cramped, and reachable only by a set of rickety pull-down steps, the crawl space is a good place to get away from things ( Read more... )

*Mr. Lewis enters the teacher lounge with a note in hand. He tapes said note the the frig and makes his way out of the room.

In the spirt of work comradery I am suggesting a night out drinking faculity bonding session as a means of getting to know your fellow coworkers. So if you are interested feel free to join me at the bar that is conviently ( Read more... )

I'm posting this here because part one is here, even though it's off-campus.

( In which Ed and Adrian talk about money, Leslie is tired, and Eddie kicks ass at pinball. Oh, and then the men's room features. )

( In which Mr. V is sort of a bastard, Adrian reminds everyone what he will be doing next year, Eddie has abandonment issues, Leslie is called a sadist, and Ed really likes dessert. )

*Dan has been standing in an empty hallway for about ten minutes now, just staring at the lock on his lockER. He finds himself oddly despondent at the fact that it isn't broken. Spinning the dial mechanically the lock opens with a light click.*

Where the fuck is Rorschach. *The bell rings and he is officially late. He draws two or three books out of ( Read more... )

[It's lunchtime and Ms. Zandt sits at a table in the corner of the lunchroom. The table holds a slightly desperate-looking 'TICKETS to the MASQUE $5! Support French Club!!' poster and an optimistically large stack of tickets ( Read more... )

[Ed's in his room. He's closed the window and the door. He's playing with his pigeons, trying to get them to relax and forget their cat induced trauma.]

( About Ed, Rolf, Adrian and Sex. And if you can drown in jello or not. )

( A discussion of Pickled Pork )