Iiiiit's Monday, and that means it's time for class!

[lucetimods]

Who: All the fine students of Luceti U!
What: IT'S TIME FOR COLLEGE, YO.
When: September 8 - 12th.
Where: All over "campus".
Summary: It's the first week of class for all you wonderful students, both new and old! Enjoy catching up with friends, trying to find your classes, engaging in all aspects of college life, and... let's not forget about the upcoming game.
Rating: PG-13 at best, guys. I know this is supposed to be college but if you're going to engage in the more... racy aspects of college life, take it off-comm!
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This is the general catch-all log for the event. You know the drill by now. There's a separate log going up that will be used for Featherbook. Please feel free to use the two logs in tandem with one another. In fact, we encourage it!

Comments

[niceguypose]

Ah! [He scrambles around through his notes and haphazardly grabs a pen.]

Can you please elaborate on the subject matter in greater detail, sir?!

[misterbrief]

[He's just going to pass Lee anyway but this could be fun. And it could make all the other students worry too.]

Use your brain. What is it that comes in every single disgusting item off of a menu. I'll give you a clue. It comes on fries.

[This is the test. He's decided.]

[niceguypose]

[He gasps. Already he is being tested! He thinks it over carefully.]

Um... Ummmm!

...Flavor?!

[misterbrief]

[He visibly winces at the answer. He should have known Lee would answer like that...]

What else besides that, Lee. Nearly everything has a flavor, you oaf.

[niceguypose]

That may be so, but... [He grunts in concentration.]

Could it be.... Could it be salt?!

[misterbrief]

That's right. Salt. [He rolls his eyes.]

And what does too much salt do to someone, Lee? Do I have to spell that one out for you?

[niceguypose]

You do not have to! I know how to spell all of those words in English. And too much salt? Yes, it...

It makes you so thirsty! [Really the primary way to keep him on his football diet is to slap bad foods out of his hand when he blindly tries to eat it.]

[misterbrief]

[He deadpans at Lee. He's not wrong, but that's not quite what he's looking for.]

It's bad for your blood pressure, moron! Write that down!

[niceguypose]

SIR YES SIR! [He scrawls it down with an extreme fervor!]

[misterbrief]

[He glares at Lee one last time, hoping that would be the end. So he continues on with the lesson.]

As I was saying, there's no reason to be bothering with eating that garbage. Now get your textbooks out and turn to page 53!