Meating; Get your buns in here.

[barbaric_order]

Who: Principal Wulflehrer (barbaric_order) and ALL Staff
What: Staff conference
When: An hour before school starts (That's right, bright and early)
Where: Principal's office
Warnings: Possible violence if a certain person gets around to showing up.

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[emcdoesntequal2]

She yawned, as she walked in. Why did he have to start the meeting so early?

When she first entered, she was drawn to stuffed bear, she wondered if she could maim or injure the principal with the bear, just so she could hurry up and catch sixty more minutes of sleep. Hey, it would be great actually. The time adds up, there are sixty seconds in a minute, and sixty minutes in a hour. She would be missing 360, wait...no 3600 seconds of blissful relaxation in dream land.

But she didn't turn towards it, she didn't pick it up, and she didn't feel like attacking anybody with it. Instead she gave the principal a smile...a smile loaded with venom, but still a smile as she helped herself to a cup of coffee.

[barbaric_order]

The German took the poisonous expression in stride. A little disturbed by it inwardly, but outwardly he didn't acknowledge the expression. He was the principal, in charge here, though his troops may grumble he had to press on.

"Good morning Ms. Blanuša. Help yourself."

Though the offer had been taken before suggested, it was still polite.

"Do you have your Math lesson plan for the first quarter of the school year?"

Theod got straight to business, ... after giving her a few moments to drink down her coffee.

[emcdoesntequal2]

"I guess so, I mean I organized everything the day before..." she said, yawning again. Remembering her manners, she said "Thanks for the coffee" quickly.

She sipped her coffee, still feeling sleepy, "A question," she said straightening up "Are all the meetings before school?" she yawned again, "I mean, from now on can we have meetings in the afternoon when we're actually awake?"

[barbaric_order]

"Awake? Now why would I want them awake?"

He was teasing though it was hard to tell save for the ridiculousness of the statement. His tone was even and unaccented by any mark that would usually give away a joke.

"I'll see what I can do about rescheduling it, however, I thought it was better earlier so you all get to go straight off into leisure time after work."

[booze_in_cmajor]

Joahnnes, dressed as properly and professionally as always showed up early, poised for possible drama and possible...well, drama was the extent of his worries. Surprisingly, he wasn't hungover today. Not in the slightest. A slight tingle of pride swept over him as he came to terms with that. If he was hungover, it would have been likely that he just wouldn't have shown up.

He combed a hand through his hair, fighting a yawn as if to show "Yes, I am up early. I'm always up early. No, I'm not tired." But, he was. Who wouldn't be. And to top it all off, he was anal and woke up extra early to iron his clothes: for the third time.

And so, Johannes entered the principal's office, prepared for the worst. Even though he was sure this wasn't going to involve the entire staff being thrown under the bus, he just...he wanted to be ready for something. He nodded, politely to the principal with a quiet "Good morning."

He filled his flask with something stronger than usual: just in case.

[barbaric_order]

In truth he was slightly surprised at Joahnnes' arrival, his attendance to events was certainly a lacking on occasion. He felt a certain parental disapproval when Joahnnes occasionally failed to arrive, but it wouldn't have any repercussions for UHS's excellent music teacher and quite upstanding in terms of performance, enough to excuse the bad habit he could relate to.

"Good morning Mr. Van der Meer, help yourself to the food or coffee. Did you bring the lesson plan for your class this quarter?"

An acknowledging nod accompanied the 'good morning', a hand reaching out to rub the tummy of his pet whom wiggled affectionately before being slid off the laminated paper so that Theod could flip to the tab labeled "Joahnnes Van der Meer".

[booze_in_cmajor]

"Ah, yes." He said, slipping his hand into the leather-bound shoulder bag in which he kept all things necessary for teaching. Musical scores, lesson plans, tests that needed grading. And so on and so forth. He handed the lesson plan over to Theod, nodding politely.

"I have to say." Johannes said, smiling as he ventured to retrieve himself a cup of coffee. "You seem surprised to see me."

[barbaric_order]

The principal leaned forward and took them off of Johannes hands. Setting them in front of himself, he flipped through each page quickly to sum up what the little packet of paper contained.

"The tests you can keep, Mr.Van der Meer."

He had meant that as a tease, for he certainly had no interest in grading them, though in his neutral tone it was hard to tell that he was being anything but serious. Without looking up from the lesson plan which his gaze now slid over left to right on repeat, he held the conversation.

"You do have your habits, Mr.Van der Meer. At the very least during this semester, try not to get to ...close.. to your students. The parent complaints are a little more work than I'd like. I'd prefer you sober if possible the night before school and the day of it, if possible. I'll take you out drinking if you can, agreed?"

[higher_guidance]

Maarten yawned and stretched as he came in, grabbing a doughnut off the table and leaning against the wall near the door, a cup of coffee from his own kitchen already in his hand.

"'Morning Mr. Wulflehrer." he said, yawning again and taking a bite of the doughnut.

[barbaric_order]

And so the second Van der Meer arrived. Theod nodded to Maarten whom seemed to take up residence as far away from the Principal as possible while still being in the room.

"Good morning Mr.Van der Meer, please, come in. I was hoping you'd stay a while."

The German commented in regards to Maarten's location. Frettchen the ferret perked up his nose upon Maarten's arrival, smelling the rats on him, and oh did it make his ambitious little ferret stomach hungry. Scuttling to the edge of the table, Frettchen perked his body up some and sniffed more.

"I take it you're not too busy at is the beginning of the quarter?"

[higher_guidance]

"Well, I don't have anyone due to see me until nearly 9:30, no reason why I have to go anywhere, just getting comfortable. Frettchen still his inquisitive self I see."

Maarten would have taken a seat, but the options seemed to be the floor or the principal's desk, neither of which held much appeal for Maarten, so he leaned.

"I've got a couple of appointments and the Wilson kid's teacher seems to think that getting him to talk to me will straighten him out but other than that, no not much happening."

[barbaric_order]

"He most likely smells Socrates and Plato on you. How are they by the way?"

Gets up out of his chair to grab himself a coffee.. well.. another coffee. His first was finished, the remains crumpled in the waist basket. Returning to his desk he opened a drawer, retrieving from it a little silver flask whose contents he poured into the coffee before giving it a little stir. The silver object soon disappearing back into his desk.

"At least some of us will be having a break then. Hopefully nothing too critical will come up.. or at least nothing requiring disciplinary action."

[mr_weillschmidt]

Gilbert meanders in, still in his pyjamas -- consisting of shorts and a tee-shirt with the famous picture of Honecker and Brezhnev kissing plastered on the front -- his first class not starting for several hours. In his hand he has his own mug of black as pitch coffee, the flag of west and east Germany on both sides.

And don't forget the black bunny slippers.

"Guten tag Onkle," He mumbles through a yawn, before gulping down more coffee.

[barbaric_order]

". . ."

Sighs and puts his palm to his face slowly before rubbing the bridge of his nose.

"Guten tag, Mr. Weillschmidt, try to be more professional, this is a proper meeting. Do you even have your lesson plan with you?"

[mr_weillschmidt]

Gilbert hands over the five thick folders that were tucked under his arm over to his Uncle.

"All five of my classes for the whole year right there SIR," He was aware that he was being a bit rude but he had a shitty evening."

[barbaric_order]

"I'm your boss, don't sass me, Mr.Weillschmidt."

Theod gave him a warning. He was quite away of Gilbert's relationship troubles, though it was important to remain professional in a professional setting regardless of ones own troubles.

[el_teacher]

Antonio, I am sorry to say, was late to this particular meeting. His hair tousled and part of his shirt undone, it looked like he had a rough night. In his hand he held a tomato, already half eaten.

"¡Bueno días, Señor Wulflehrer!"

He certainly didn't sound sad to be late, rather quite happy.

[barbaric_order]

"¡Bueno días, Señor Carriedo." And that was the extent of his Spanish. "So good of you to finally show up. What pray tell, delayed you?"

Theod was a little irritated at the tardiness and the lack of regret for such.

[el_teacher]

"My pet got sick a couple days ago, so I've been devoting most of my time to him."

He fixed his clothes a little, straightening them out. Then, he took a bite from his tomato.

[barbaric_order]

"Is that so? Well. . . I'm quite disappointed to hear that, Mr.Carriedo. May I ask what sort of pet that is and how it is sick?"

Theod felt like a teacher all over again, he had worked his way up to this administrative position, but he still remembered those days. Interrigating students who came into class late or made up an excuse about their missing homework. Antonio had the look of one of those type of students, though Theod calmly approached the matter as he approached all things.