Flyers

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Plastered all over town, in the school, and in the dorms:
( Fandom First Annual Harvest Festival )

Tribute for the Jedi

[blueskin-mystiq.livejournal.com]

A small giftbox is left outside Anakin's room, secured to the doorknob with a huge rubberband. It contains a very pretty beaded choker that would have gone nicely with the leather bustier.

South Attic: 2:45 - way NFB

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

At 2:45, Beka returned to the Attic, made coffee and settled in at her desk with her laptop open to her files on Veronica to wait for Logan.



[ooc: this post is primarily for psycho_jackass and that thread is NFB and locked to him. Others are free to come after, and unless otherwise noted, any threads other than that one are fine for broadcast.]

Email for Mystique - NFB & locked

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

To: mystique@fandomhigh.com
From: beka.valentine@fandomhigh.com
Priority: Normal
Encryption: Standard school encryption
Subject: Chat?

( Are you Mystique? Didn't think so )

Delivery to the West Attic

[kikidelivers.livejournal.com]

Kiki stops up at the West Attic with a delivery for the4thsister. It's from isnotimportant.

Safe Walk 11/17

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

The Safe Walk Table is up, and Han is sitting behind it with his feet up on it, reading Yeat's Irish Fairy Tales It's homework, shut up. There's a flight jacket over the back of his chair, with a signal flare sticking out of the pocket.

Anyone needing to be escorted anywhere just sign up.

Room 227

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Tacked on Bridge's door is a hastily-scribbled sign that reads:

ABC Damage Control: Pickup/Taking Orders

Anyone with anything that they'd dropped off for ABC to fix is welcome to come by and pick it up. Also, anyone with anything they'd like Bridge and Cally (along with the holder-of-tools and lifter-of-heavy-things, Anders) to fix is welcome come in. And of course, anyone else too, should they so wish.

edit: (ooc: annnnd, i'm goin' to bed.)

Thursday, After the Infirmary

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Well-rested after her nap in the infirmary and a bit disillusioned after the non-explosion in shop class, Sam flopped down on the bed and worked on her equations for the independent study. Every so often she erased a number, scribbled out a number, or ripped out a page. A small pile of paper wads was growing on the floor next to the bed. She'd throw them out next time she got up.

She sighed and ran a frustrated hand through her hair. It stuck up in many different directions. "This is impossible." Feeling defeated, she threw the notebook on the floor, scattering some of the paper wads.


[ooc: Door is open.]

Thursday Dorm Delivery

[jacks-roses.livejournal.com]

Delivered to room 228, attention Veronica Mars (veronicamars1).
( For Veronica: )