School lawn, 2nd period and on

[tyler-gone.livejournal.com]

After Criminal Justice, Tyler went back outside and set up the voting table for the homecoming court.

No, he doesn't know how he gets roped into these things either. He decided it was ironic. In any case, there are slips of paper for people to select the Homecoming Court, and an additional sign-up sheet for events at the carnival. Tyler flipped through a copy of Scientific American as he waited to see if he could answer any questions.

[Poll #835786]

( class lists )

[OOC: Please pick two boys and two girls from your grade. If you voted yesterday, don't vote again; the table will be up again tomorrow as well. On Friday, the three highest nomination getters from each class will be announced as the Court. There will be a poll up at the dance where everyone votes for each class. The Senior winners will be King and Queen; the other classes will be princes and princesses. The dunk tank and kissing booth sign-ups are open to anyone, though StuCo will pick volunteers at their discretion. Questions? Ping me, Prof Lyman or one of the other StuCo reps!]

[EDIT: THIS POST IS NOW CLOSED FOR VOTE-TALLYING. PLEASE HOLD ANY VOTES FOR PIPPI'S POST TOMORROW OR, IF YOU WILL NOT BE ON, E-MAIL THEM TO ME, MARIE OR PIPPI.]

Outside Criminal Justice Classroom, Tuesday morning

[demonbelthazor]

Bel managed to drag himself out of bed and headed down to the CJ classroom early so he could meet with Willow. He leaned against the wall, waiting.

[ooc: for willbedone, but, hey, open hallway.]

Around the Dorms

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sometime during the day, the following poster appeared around the dorms:( Cut for silliness )

The Gym, Early Tuesday Morning.

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

Of course, she knew she'd be practising again later for fencing club, but she never could view two sessions of practise as a bad thing. Besides, she'd done some thinking. It had taken a distraction from John to land a hit on Ranma. Of course, she knew that this was nothing to be ashamed about; Ranma, for all she disagreed with his tactics, was really freakin' good at dodging hits. But that didn't mean she couldn't try to be better at making them.

She went to the gym as opposed to the salle, as she was intending to hit not to kill, so all she needed was a practise sword. She set to the task quickly, dancing around with the sword and imagining an invisible, dodging, braided advisary.

[[ open as gyms are ]]

The Roof, Around Noon

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

Billy sat leanging against a wall, sketching Jack O'Lantern ideas in his notebook. As he did so, he sang quietly.

( cut for folksong )

He'll never win American Idol, but he's far from the most horrendous singer ever.

Fifth Floor Common Room, Tuesday Evening

[demonbelthazor]

Bel sat on the couch in the common room, idly making a list. Carriage. Horse. Flowers. Dinner reservations. Jewelry.

Now where was he going to find a pair of glass shoes?


[Open, of course.]