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

[complicatedliar]

What? J--

[Oh shit, why does coach want to know this? Is he going to get Jack in trouble? Jack was just hanging with him, keeping him company. Jack also wasn't authorized to be in the lab.]

--ust me. I was by myself. Late night. You know. I needed to get the study done because I'm already late on the first round of data.

[misterbrief]

Oh? And how did you pull the strings to get the late pass inside the building without being thrown out by the clean up crew?

[Loki's suspicions are right- Vegeta is looking for someone to blame.]

[complicatedliar]

I just asked the dean of the college of sciences. [Yep, getting a bit sullen.] I've brought in several grants, sir. Even if I am an undergrad.

[misterbrief]

A bookworm, huh. [He's never put much into formal education, even if it was practically required to do anything nowadays.]

Spending all your time researching and blinding yourself when you should have been preparing for our game. No matter. It seems I get to have a word with the dean for more than just a list. [Jack is saved! Maybe?]

[complicatedliar]

Yeah, so what? I put in all the practice hours here I ever needed, too. [He does not like your tone, Coach. Even if he can't do anything about it.]

That's not fair. Sir. [If life was fair, he wouldn't be blind right now, either.]

[misterbrief]

I don't care what's fair. There's no such thing as fair, boy. [Which the Kin'corrans will learn soon enough when he's through with them bwahahahahahahaha]

I should have known that you and your idiot brother would both manage to botch this up.

[complicatedliar]

That's-- [...okay, you don't tell a coach something is bullshit. There has to at least be some semblance of fairness in the game. But... he just wants one damn thing to be fair. Nothing else is right now.]

Thor is fine. He just can't yell. [Less competition for you, asshole.] So what?