One lost math teacher

[charlieeppes.livejournal.com]

Charlie looked up, down, north, south, east and west and came to a conclusion. "Yup. I'm lost," he nodded to himself. He'd wandered along down the corridors, hanging up the maths sign up sheet at random, assuming that he'd reach somewhere, at some point, that would give him a clue as to where he was supposed to be. No luck so far.

And now he was stuck at a crossroads. Where to go, where to go..?

Room 147

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

*After her classes and labs are finished, Sara retreats to her room. The door is left open for any students or teachers that wander by.*

*She begins digging in her desk* I know I left a bottle of phenolphthalein in here somewhere...

Martin Blank Press Conference

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

A podium has been erected on the campus quad.

Marty exits the dorm dressed impeccably in his favorite suit and a fiestaware orange colored tie, his mood is calm and professional. Beside him is chasingangela, also dressed impeccably in a white blouse, knee-length dark skirt and low heels. She looks calm, but her face shows her concern.

Following them is Camilla, dressed like a member of the Presidential Secret Service, complete with a suit, sunglasses and a microphone hidden in her wing that she is constantly clucking into.

Marty steps up to the podium and speaks into the microphone.

"Fellow Students and Faculty of Fandom High, thank you for coming here today."

( I will be reading a brief statement and will then open the floor for questions. )

"I will now take your questions." Even the snarky/non-relevant ones.
[OOC: Special thanks to CJ Cregg for her assistance. Any Batsh*t party members are welcome to add their comments for support or to distance themselves from Marty]

Floral deliveries

[jacks-roses.livejournal.com]

Delivered to the security office, attention Rover (prisoner_rover).

( For Rover: )

Delivered to room 507, attention Lily Evans (___lily_evans_).

( For Lily: )

Delivered to room 147, attention Sara Sidle (equalsmcsquared).

( For Sara: )

Delivered to the room of DEATH (death_n_binky).

( For DEATH: )

Cry to the sun good ol' boy...

[conathon.livejournal.com]

Sawyer is leaning against a wall in the dorms, his back aches as he tries to support himself with his long legs. Wheezing, he tries to breath in some nicotine through his most trusted calmers: cigarettes. He's been sick for the past few days and it hasn't been easy.



[[OOC: Someone? Anyone? I've been neglecting my poor boy and he needs Plot Lines, lyke woah. Feel free to bug/flirt/ or harrass him.plz.]]

Second Floor Corridor

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

It was early, but Kawalsky was awake. The weekend was a blast. He danced, he ate, he had fun and there wasn't a zombie in sight.

Now he was awake, alert, eating an apple, reading over the notes he missed from last week's classes and sitting in the second floor corridor on the floor.

Right Outside Room 220

[http://users.livejournal.com/_jubilation_lee/]

*The door is open, as Jubilee is trying to air out the room/ get rid of the mess that's accumulated during her absence/ looking for someone to distract her from her task.*

Gah. Disgusting. I am a disgusting human being...sorta.

Zero was right. There IS mold in here.

Ooh! Gummi Bears!

In the third floor common room

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

For the second night in a row, Rory wanders into the third floor common room (with another stack of flyers and coffee in hand) and flips on the TV.

However, it's fairly obvious from the rapid pace she's flipping through the channels that she's not really all that focused on the television.

Suite 239/240

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

The room is spotless. All the beds are made with precision corners, and fluffed up pillows. There's no sign of any of the broken fluffy bunny plates, or any mess which might have accumulated.

Even the fridge has been sorted and tidied, and all the bottles of alcohol are organized by type and size.

Elizabeth is sitting on the floor by the DVDs, ensuring that they're all in alphabetical order.

Nervous? What do you mean, she's not nervous?

The half-empty bottle of wine in the fridge, and the wrappers from the box of chocolates suggest otherwise.


[ooc:Please feel free to come and distract Elizabeth from arranging her clothes by color next. Not that she would do such a thing... no...]