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Did everyone make it through alright...? I wasn't able to find everyone I meant to during all of this. If you've still got injuries that haven't healed, let me know, and I'll come by. It looks like things settled down a little quicker than they usually do... What happened, towards the end?
Oh, and if you were... zombified. Please don't feel badly about whatever you might have done. I'm sorry if I hurt anyone who was like that.
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[Well, now that that mess is over with, it's time to move on towards the much bigger threat in Lucas's life: schoolwork. ...That, and staying below 5'5'' forever, but that isn't really something he can do anything about. ...Anyway.]
1: In the library, surrounded by papers. Lucas is staring at a textbook. What is PEMDAS and why were there so many x's and y's and why did it seem vaguely familiar; perhaps this was a foreign language? PEMDAS is Latin for 'geometrical flower arranging', right? He's sure he's holding it upside down or maybe backwards, but no matter how far he leans back in his chair rotating his book around his head, it doesn't make any more sense. ...Luckily, he doesn't have to worry about it too long; the chair topples backwards and he goes crashing to the ground in a flurry of papers.
2: Two hours of practice every day in the music room is equivalent to two hours of torture for anyone in the vicinity of the music wing after school hours. Lucas stares glumly at the piece of sheet music he had picked up somewhere (why was everything written in a foreign language?) and continues to create new scales that consist entirely of flat notes and half-step-offs. Arpeggio is interpreted as 'with lacrimosity' and dolcissimo becomes suitable for funereal dirges. The only time he manages something decent is when he plays the melody of the same song he's known for a year.
3: In the malt shop, surrounded by more papers and a milkshake. After reading enough poems to drive Shel Silverstein up a wall, Lucas is taking a stab at his assignment writing his own. At some point, he'll read it out loud to see how it sounds.
'There once was a boy who liked art
Except he wasn't very good at the start
So he practiced a lot
And then he... um... fought
A lot of monsters... and that helped him improve his drawing skills.... somehow... Smart. Kart. Hearts!'
And similar nonsense.
4: Hanging upside down from a tree in the park. ...Well, alright, maybe he couldn't really do anything about growing taller, but he could at least try. Lucas will probably fall and break his neck at some point.
Did everyone make it through alright...? I wasn't able to find everyone I meant to during all of this. If you've still got injuries that haven't healed, let me know, and I'll come by. It looks like things settled down a little quicker than they usually do... What happened, towards the end?
Oh, and if you were... zombified. Please don't feel badly about whatever you might have done. I'm sorry if I hurt anyone who was like that.
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[Well, now that that mess is over with, it's time to move on towards the much bigger threat in Lucas's life: schoolwork. ...That, and staying below 5'5'' forever, but that isn't really something he can do anything about. ...Anyway.]
1: In the library, surrounded by papers. Lucas is staring at a textbook. What is PEMDAS and why were there so many x's and y's and why did it seem vaguely familiar; perhaps this was a foreign language? PEMDAS is Latin for 'geometrical flower arranging', right? He's sure he's holding it upside down or maybe backwards, but no matter how far he leans back in his chair rotating his book around his head, it doesn't make any more sense. ...Luckily, he doesn't have to worry about it too long; the chair topples backwards and he goes crashing to the ground in a flurry of papers.
2: Two hours of practice every day in the music room is equivalent to two hours of torture for anyone in the vicinity of the music wing after school hours. Lucas stares glumly at the piece of sheet music he had picked up somewhere (why was everything written in a foreign language?) and continues to create new scales that consist entirely of flat notes and half-step-offs. Arpeggio is interpreted as 'with lacrimosity' and dolcissimo becomes suitable for funereal dirges. The only time he manages something decent is when he plays the melody of the same song he's known for a year.
3: In the malt shop, surrounded by more papers and a milkshake. After reading enough poems to drive Shel Silverstein up a wall, Lucas is taking a stab at his assignment writing his own. At some point, he'll read it out loud to see how it sounds.
'There once was a boy who liked art
Except he wasn't very good at the start
So he practiced a lot
And then he... um... fought
A lot of monsters... and that helped him improve his drawing skills.... somehow... Smart. Kart. Hearts!'
And similar nonsense.
4: Hanging upside down from a tree in the park. ...Well, alright, maybe he couldn't really do anything about growing taller, but he could at least try. Lucas will probably fall and break his neck at some point.
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Date: 2011-09-24 12:54 am (UTC)[He sounds somewhat guilty about this.]
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Date: 2011-09-24 03:08 am (UTC)Whoa, it's Tarzan. ♪
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Date: 2011-09-24 03:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-24 03:16 am (UTC)R-Rin? I didn't see you, sorry! ...What did you say?
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Date: 2011-09-24 03:27 am (UTC)But I think I have to take that back now I've seen your lack of jungle boy abs. ♪
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Date: 2011-09-24 03:29 am (UTC)[Lucas's head bobs around a little dizzily before he finally gets up.]
But, uh. You weren't supposed to see that. ...Any of it.
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Date: 2011-09-24 03:31 am (UTC)Come to think of it, I think the blood rushed to your head. ♪
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Date: 2011-09-24 03:34 am (UTC)...Sort of. Not really. I was just... having fun.
[Do you recognize that look, Rin? It's the look of Lucas is a lying liar who lies. Badly.]
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Date: 2011-09-24 03:43 am (UTC)You were secretly having fun in the middle of a park? There's something wrong with that story, isn't there? ♪
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Date: 2011-09-24 03:44 am (UTC)...Don't tell anyone.
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Date: 2011-09-24 03:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-24 03:53 am (UTC)Poetry homework. Yes. I haven't done that yet. ...What classes do you have this year, Rin?
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Date: 2011-09-24 04:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-24 04:07 am (UTC)Does that mean I have to do your homework?
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Date: 2011-09-24 04:12 am (UTC)[she shakes her head]
... But maybe you do have to do my homework. ♪
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Date: 2011-09-24 04:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-24 04:22 am (UTC)[she scratches her head]
Haha, well, I'm pretty good at math but I have a hard time showing my work. So I only ever get half credit. ♪
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Date: 2011-09-24 04:24 am (UTC)She strolls into the music wing, all patched up and ready to go, wearing a white dress (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uxYlNZyRZHw&feature=related) and carrying an electric guitar. Yes, she's lugging the amp around, but hey, she doesn't quite care.
What she does care about is when she hears that awful, awful music. Who's doing that? Don't they know how to make music? Does she have to show them somehow?
Dragging her amp behind her, she pokes her head into the music room.]
Ah...hi?
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Date: 2011-09-24 04:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-24 04:32 am (UTC)[Startled, Lucas jumps and half-shouts as he whirls about. ...Did she hear that? Of course she did, it was a piano. Shoot. He'll just stare with a sort of deer-in-the-headlights look.]
...Sorry. Did you want to use the room.
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Date: 2011-09-24 04:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-24 04:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-24 05:18 am (UTC)W-who said that? It sounds really boring, don't look so happy about it. ♪
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Date: 2011-09-24 05:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-24 05:46 am (UTC)[that IS a bit more interesting.]