[ All in all, you're just another brick in the wall. ]

[dashboardlite]

Who: All the teachers.  All of them.
Where: First floor; Teachers' Lounge
When: May 5th, in between classes, during breaks, before/after school.
Rating: TBD.  Teachers can have such potty-mouths.
Summary: A decent-sized room for a large school filled with kids and staff.  Students, beware venturing into this unknown territory unless explicitly seeking

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[notundermyroof]

Did somebody say stale bagels?

As the shop teacher, Burt has the unenviable job of trying to keep a bunch of dumb kids with power tools from hurting themselves bad.

But hey, free coffee and bagels! He was pretty content, thanks to that, just sitting on the couch and having bagel-time.

[murderbypirate]

Mr. Shakespeare has the unenviable job of teaching dumb kids about the subtle nuances of legendary English wordsmiths with whom he shares the same surname. Curmudgeonly on the outside, he's rather a softie at heart, but Hamlet always gets his blood boiling in the morning.

Speaking of which...

"Morning, Burt," he nods, seating himself across the table from the other man and picking at his own bagel dubiously. "Anyone lose a finger yet today?"

[notundermyroof]

"Not yet, but it's still early." Sometimes, humor was just the best way to deal with these things, especially when they weren't actually going on. Burt took a sip of his coffee, which burned a little on the way down, just the way he liked it. "How've they been treating you lately?"

[murderbypirate]

"They're still getting the lingo mixed up, but that's understandable at their ages," Alberic shrugged, fiddling with a poppyseed. "It could be worse, though. Shakespeare's the easiest they've got this semester."

He chuckled a little at how funny that sounded in context with his own surname.

"I'm looking forward to the part of the lesson plan where they've got to pick their favorite scenes and act them out."

[holyandsexy]

The school nurse is there, slowly mixing a generous portion of cream into his coffee.

He seems to have brought his own muffin from home though.

[dulldollmaker]

Seeu quietly sits down next to Yujinn with his own breakfast; a caloriemate cheese block and caloriemate can of Café au lait. He opens the can and sits there staring at it. The red headed prince is now a physics teacher who has his hair cut short and wears a tidy suit to class but overall is quite boring.]

Good morning, Yujinn.

[holyandsexy]

Morning. [He leans over to kiss him quickly.]

How is your breakfast?

[dulldollmaker]

[Seeu blushes and looks around like he just picked his nose in public.]

Cheesy.

[angel_junk]

The door opens with a slam and science teacher Bhamba enters the room, frown in place, coffee and bagels targeted with much determination.

After helping himself to both he retreats into a corner, muttering angrily to himself or anyone who comes close enough to become privy to his tirades.

"The chemicals. It must be the chemicals. Something that is slowly destroying their brains, otherwise I have just no excuse for that amount of stupidity..."

[neverhadenough]

"I don't know about that," Tulio mumbles into his mug, expression thoroughly unamused. "We're only on vocabulary right now and half of them can't remember how to say buenos días. I've lost hope in humanity."

He adds more sugar to his coffee, making a face.

"You think they'll start testing people to approve procreation?"

[bone_genius]

You think they'll start testing people to approve procreation?

"God I hope so. I'd like to have one entire class of students who are capable of thinking before I die."

Ms Brennan sips from her favorite yellow mug and puts it down on top of a notebook on the table.

[viral_tyrant]

After taking a drink of his pitch black coffee, he turns to the others and grimaces. "I would have to agree. I may as well be lecturing to a class full of goldfish."

He closes his eyes, rubbing his temples and hoping the day will go by quickly.

[dashboardlite]

Mr. Winchester, having spent a rigorous morning trying to get sleep-deprived teenagers psyched about photosynthesis and the Calvin Cycle, settles at one of the tables closest to the wall and pulls out his lunch.

He stares at it in dismay and makes a mental note to kill the miracle-working guidance counselor, tucking the box back into the brown paper bag and folding his arms on the table.

"...Anyone got a peanut butter and jelly sandwich they wanna trade?"

[timisnotme]

Markus is sitting on the ground in the corner. He has a bucket in his lap and is currently mixing chemicals together in a haphazard manner. He suddenly grabs one of the cutesy octopi out of Dean's lunch and tosses it in the bucket. There's a small bubbling sound and the mixture turns a decidedly unsanitary greenish color.

Well, that seems to be what he was looking for, he gets up and heads back to his janitorial cart.

[dashboardlite]

Dean wrinkles his nose at Markus' concoction, but doesn't ask questions. The green stuff will probably be used to clean the tiles in the bathrooms on the second floor.

"Hey, dude-" He stops Markus just before he can leave the teachers' lounge entirely.

"We still on for Night of the Living Dead after I finish grading homework?"

[timisnotme]

It's actually going to unclog the toilet in the girls bathroom where someone thought it would be funny to flush a bunch of bras. He turns to Dean before leaving and gives him a thumbs up. He will so be there.

[disjointed_dead]

Don't mind Kayako sitting alone and scribbling in her journal, which she will promptly close if anyone gets close enough to even glimpse the pages. She has a cup of tea in front of her, but hasn't touched it since she sat down.

It's almost like she's been there in that spot forever. Doesn't she have classes to teach?

Probably.

[candyisthegame]

Wonka seems to be doing better than a number of the other teachers in the lounge. They all look so...tired and bored and frustrated. He, on the other hand, couldn't be happier with his students!

After grabbing his coffee and adding a fair amount of his own creamer concoction to it, he wanders over to a table with a lone female teacher scribbling in a book.

"Hi there! How're classes going for you, Miss Kayako?" He sits down, a wide grin plastered to his face.

[disjointed_dead]

Kayako leaves off writing mid-word and closes her journal, not so much with a snap but with a definite finality. She looks at Wonka sideways through the curtain of her hair before brushing it back behind her ear.

"They are fine. My students are"--she gropes a moment for a word that's adequately neutral--"satisfactory."

[candyisthegame]

"Well that's always good! Looking around this room it seems a good number of the other teachers aren't doing so hot."

He looks around the room, grimacing at all of the tired faces. Turning his attention back to the one in front of him, he takes a drink from his coffee and smiles. "So what is it ya got in your mug there?"