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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Comments

[misterbrief]

Perhaps for one of their lesser players. I was thinking something more along the lines of something just happening to snap in half.

[Like a shin. Or an arm.]

Or even something before the game that could possibly ruin their chances.

[the_dead_pool2]

Doable for sure.

[He pauses for a second]

You think you could swing me some access to the zoology department? They should have some good stuff.

[misterbrief]

[He knows Wade is crazy, but even that throws him for a loop.]

Why on earth would you need to go to the zoology department?

[the_dead_pool2]

Elephant tranquillizers obviously. You can't pick that shit up at the local grocery store, coach.

i accidentally unsubbed ignore that sub message ;_;

[misterbrief]

[What the f-]

Elephant tranquilizers?! They have those? Hold on, what are you planning?

[the_dead_pool2]

They do, in fact.

If I tell you, that makes you an accessory. Let's just say I'm just looking to do some work with large unintelligent animals that is better done asleep.

[misterbrief]

[He looks appalled, but whatever works he guesses...]

I can certainly get you in, but I'm not looking to murder anyone here, Wilson. [If it was legal, he might though.]

[the_dead_pool2]

You wound me coach, I ain't going to murder any of them.

[Just do terrible things to them]

[misterbrief]

Good, because the last thing I need is you going to jail. And don't think it's because I care all that much about you, I just need to make sure I've got my players on the field.

[the_dead_pool2]

Awwwwww, you do care, coach.

[He opens his arms out]

Come on, let's hug it out.

[misterbrief]

Get away from me!

[Hell NO he doesn't want a hug. He steps back quite a few steps, trying to put distance between the two of them.]

[the_dead_pool2]

[He waves his hand in and moves in closer]

Don't fight the bro-love, man. Bring it in.

[misterbrief]

No! Stay away, clown!

[He's a coach not a bro!]

Touch me and you'll regret it!

[the_dead_pool2]

Friendly butt slap perhaps?

[Come on now, you are supposed to foster good team spirit Vegeta]

[misterbrief]

Forget it-!

[He has to take a few more steps back

He doesn't care about good team spirit that can go burn for all he cares just get away from him Deadpool get away]

[the_dead_pool2]

How about a fist bump or a high five?

[Yeeesh, way to leave him hanging]

[misterbrief]

Absolutely not. [Oh good he let off on the hugging thing because he was not having any of that]

You've got yourself a job to do, don't you think you should get to it?