Lounge, Tuesday After School

[chasingangela]

After two weeks of cleaning, the assistant's lounge finally bears some vague resemblance to a place that would not violate more than a few Board of Health Regulations. In fact, parts of it almost squeak with tidiness.

The small room includes a table and chairs, shelves stocked with alcohol all kinds of supplies and books, a shiny! new! couch, a sink -- which might have a faint smell of something burnt around it -- and a file cabinet, the bottom drawer of which is sealed shut with biohazard stickers. There's also a TV, which is tuned to an episode of The Jerry Springer Show, because right now that's about the speed setting of Angela's brain. She sits on the couch flipping idly through an issue of Composure from last fall that someone has left in the lounge.

There are some Doritos, pretzels, soda and Twinkies on the table. Assistants and friends can come in and help themselves.

[OOC: The lounge is open for TAs, clinic aides, library staff and invited friends. Only TAs and such have keys, though, and the door is locked when none of them are around. If you're a TA and don't have community membership, request it here.]

Comments

[courier-gavin.livejournal.com]

After sticking a note on Yuffie's door (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomhighdorms/378366.html?mode=reply), Jake wandered down to the lounge to see if it was livable now. "Hey, Angela! Oooh, doritos." He snagged a handful. "Did you put the coffee on?"

[chasingangela]

"Hey, Jake. I don't usually drink it in the afternoon, sorry. But I think the cabinets are fully-stocked with coffee supplies."

She squints at the coffeemaker. "Is that the same one Mr. Jerusalem had?"

[courier-gavin.livejournal.com]

"One of them, yeah." Jake nodded and went to explore the cabinets. "He had a bunch, remember? So we could all survive." He sounded maybe just a little wistful.

[chasingangela]

"I do," Angela says, also a tiny bit wistful. "I met the new journalism lady in Caritas last week. She's just --" Angela makes a face indicating "truly awful." "I didn't even bother trying to take the class. Which made my life a little easier, anyhow."

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

"Professor Skeeter?" Callisto asked as she flopped onto the couch. "Bitch."

[chasingangela]

"You noticed?"

"Her quill was writing that I was eleven. And "dim-looking.""

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

"Bit hard not for me to notice, Kry and I are her TAs," Callisto grimaced. "And I actually volunteered for it."

[chasingangela]

Angela raises her head and stares at Callisto. "Did you suffer a blow to the head or something?"

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

"She wrote something about my in one of her scrolls, I want that scroll," Callisto shrugged. "This seemed like the best way to get it."

[chasingangela]

Angela shrugs. "Hopefully you'll get the scroll fast and won't have to spend all semester with her."

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

"In any case, it's not all bad, Professor Carter asked me to be the Tactics TA," Callisto grinned.

[chasingangela]

"You would be really good at that, so -- that's awesome."

After 6th Period

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna entered the lounge and colapsed. "Some one, kill me."

Re: After 6th Period

[chasingangela]

"What happened?" Angela asks, tossing Alanna a twinkie and a concerned look.

Re: After 6th Period

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

"Political campaing. And Sex Cultures. What was I thinking when I signed up? Was I even thinking?"