http://dashboardlite.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] dashboardlite.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] entrancelogs2011-05-05 12:01 am

[ All in all, you're just another brick in the wall. ]


Who:
All the teachers.  All of them.
Where: First floor; Teachers' Lounge
When: May 5th, in between classes, during breaks, before/after school.
Rating: TBD.  Teachers can have such potty-mouths.
Summary: A decent-sized room for a large school filled with kids and staff.  Students, beware venturing into this unknown territory unless explicitly seeking assistance from a teacher.  Likely they will not take kindly to the intrusion upon this sacred, hallowed ground.

The Story:
Sometimes, teachers need a reprieve from the stressful life of grading papers and projects.  Sometimes they simply want to relax on shoddy couches and eat the stale bagels left over from the Parent-Teacher Association meeting yesterday afternoon.  Sometimes they just need to rant rave about their students, or discuss the importance of Herodotus with their colleagues, or question whether or not they really ought to be overanalyzing Shakespeare and Chaucer when the dudes were clearly just messing with future generations.

This is the place to do it.  Let the frustration, relaxation, and libations caffeinated beverages flow freely!  The Teachers' Lounge is a safe haven for your wearied mind.

Also, there is coffee.

[identity profile] notundermyroof.livejournal.com 2011-05-05 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
Did somebody say stale bagels?

As the shop teacher, Burt has the unenviable job of trying to keep a bunch of dumb kids with power tools from hurting themselves bad.

But hey, free coffee and bagels! He was pretty content, thanks to that, just sitting on the couch and having bagel-time.

[identity profile] murderbypirate.livejournal.com 2011-05-05 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
Mr. Shakespeare has the unenviable job of teaching dumb kids about the subtle nuances of legendary English wordsmiths with whom he shares the same surname. Curmudgeonly on the outside, he's rather a softie at heart, but Hamlet always gets his blood boiling in the morning.

Speaking of which...

"Morning, Burt," he nods, seating himself across the table from the other man and picking at his own bagel dubiously. "Anyone lose a finger yet today?"

[identity profile] holyandsexy.livejournal.com 2011-05-05 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
The school nurse is there, slowly mixing a generous portion of cream into his coffee.

He seems to have brought his own muffin from home though.

[identity profile] dulldollmaker.livejournal.com 2011-05-05 06:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Seeu quietly sits down next to Yujinn with his own breakfast; a caloriemate cheese block and caloriemate can of Café au lait. He opens the can and sits there staring at it. The red headed prince is now a physics teacher who has his hair cut short and wears a tidy suit to class but overall is quite boring.]

Good morning, Yujinn.

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[identity profile] angel-junk.livejournal.com 2011-05-05 04:37 am (UTC)(link)
The door opens with a slam and science teacher Bhamba enters the room, frown in place, coffee and bagels targeted with much determination.

After helping himself to both he retreats into a corner, muttering angrily to himself or anyone who comes close enough to become privy to his tirades.

"The chemicals. It must be the chemicals. Something that is slowly destroying their brains, otherwise I have just no excuse for that amount of stupidity..."

[identity profile] neverhadenough.livejournal.com 2011-05-05 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
"I don't know about that," Tulio mumbles into his mug, expression thoroughly unamused. "We're only on vocabulary right now and half of them can't remember how to say buenos días. I've lost hope in humanity."

He adds more sugar to his coffee, making a face.

"You think they'll start testing people to approve procreation?"

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[identity profile] timisnotme.livejournal.com 2011-05-05 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
Markus is sitting on the ground in the corner. He has a bucket in his lap and is currently mixing chemicals together in a haphazard manner. He suddenly grabs one of the cutesy octopi out of Dean's lunch and tosses it in the bucket. There's a small bubbling sound and the mixture turns a decidedly unsanitary greenish color.

Well, that seems to be what he was looking for, he gets up and heads back to his janitorial cart.

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Ms. Brennan was just walking in after her class as Mr. Winchester voiced his request. She SLAPS! a notebook with a heavily doodled cover (and a few coffee rings) onto the table, sets down her lunch bag, and then sits across from him.

"How about egg salad?"

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[identity profile] disjointed-dead.livejournal.com 2011-05-05 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
Don't mind Kayako sitting alone and scribbling in her journal, which she will promptly close if anyone gets close enough to even glimpse the pages. She has a cup of tea in front of her, but hasn't touched it since she sat down.

It's almost like she's been there in that spot forever. Doesn't she have classes to teach?

Probably.

[identity profile] candyisthegame.livejournal.com 2011-05-06 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
Wonka seems to be doing better than a number of the other teachers in the lounge. They all look so...tired and bored and frustrated. He, on the other hand, couldn't be happier with his students!

After grabbing his coffee and adding a fair amount of his own creamer concoction to it, he wanders over to a table with a lone female teacher scribbling in a book.

"Hi there! How're classes going for you, Miss Kayako?" He sits down, a wide grin plastered to his face.

[identity profile] paper-knight.livejournal.com 2011-05-06 04:06 am (UTC)(link)
Would you like a scribbling buddy, Miss Kayako? Mark's sitting nearby--but not too near--grading away.

After some time, he happens to notice the untouched mug.

"Your tea's probably cold by now."

[identity profile] follow-the-dead.livejournal.com 2011-05-22 06:03 am (UTC)(link)
Enter one Rei Kurosawa. She's got a stack of folders carefully held in her hands as she navigates the various tables and chairs for X destination.

"Excuse me, Saeki-san, wasn't it? Do you mind if I sit at this table with you?"

There's grading to be done and this otherwise undescriptive spot here has the best lighting in the lounge.

[identity profile] vampire-kingxx.livejournal.com 2011-05-05 06:39 am (UTC)(link)
Duzell happened to be sitting in one of the chairs staring at his half drunk coffee. He never had a taste for these things. Recently, he's not too happy with the results of his supposed class of artistic students. He hasn't eaten anything though. The food here didn't taste too good for him.

[identity profile] 17-miles.livejournal.com 2011-05-05 02:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Coffee coffee coffee after dealing with hellions half the day, Desmond (he's so SICK of being called Mr. Miles) is just JONESING for a stiff cup of joe. Looking pretty tired, he makes a b-line for the coffee, filling one of those little Styrofoam cups before carfully making his way to a table. First the cup is set down...

Then he lets his backpack hit the floor. Some teachers have nice organized files or briefcases or the like, but he just uses a ratty old bag, looking more like on of his students than anything. Inside are at least 3 classes worth of essays he'd meant to have graded a week ago. But no, screw that, it's coffee time.

Sometimes, he really questions his choice of becoming a history teacher. Really, REALLY questions it.

[identity profile] sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com 2011-05-05 07:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Meet substitute teacher Philip LaFresque. He arrived early today, assuming it was his turn to sub during one of the very first English classes in the morning.

Turns out he merely read his schedule wrong and there is in fact no point in him being here today whatsoever.

...There is however free coffee to be had, so if he has to be up at this ungodly hour then he might as well be up and somewhat coherent.

He pours himself a large cup and sits down someplace away from the crowd. He's tired, not in a talkative mood and has been feeling a little--

''

...Yes. That.

[identity profile] usskickass.livejournal.com 2011-05-05 08:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Beiste's used to sitting alone. That is, she's used to people making her feel unwelcome if she does happen to sit near them. While her years of being a high school student are far behind her, that doesn't mean the bullying has stopped.

At least, not during the majority of the year. Just after she brings home another trophy they all tend to get real friendly. Makes it sting all the more when they're askin' whether you'd rather be hangin' out in the girl's locker room than the boy's.

Ugh. The haircut she got pressured into certainly ain't helping on that front.

Anyhow, Shannon's learned to gravitate to anyone unfamiliar, so when she spots the man sitting on the edge of things, she breathes a sigh of relief.

"Hey, uh. Mind if I sit there?"

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[identity profile] kch-kch.livejournal.com 2011-05-05 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, someone looks out of place.

That someone is Miguel, a cafeteria worker, also known as Not a Teacher. Despite this shortcoming, he often spends his breaks in the lounge, seated on a counter and watching all the educated educators milling about. Their conversations are fascinating, even if he doesn't exactly take part.

...People tend to talk down to him.

However! The Spanish teacher is cool, which is extra awesome since he's the only other Hispanic person around. Despite the differences between them, Miguel almost considers them friends. Maybe. Spanish friends.

Today he's eating some of the lunch he's made for the kids, and not even he knows what's in the chili. It's still pretty good though.

[identity profile] timisnotme.livejournal.com 2011-05-05 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Markus stares at him, looks at the food and just ... backs away.

He knows what's in the chili.

DDDD:

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[identity profile] neverhadenough.livejournal.com 2011-05-05 10:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Tulio is tired of grading tests. He's tired of conjugating verbs in his own language, and he falls onto the couch next to the lunch lady man, rubbing his face. Peering through his fingers at the bowl of...whatever...that the blonde is eating, Tulio lowers his hands and raises an eyebrow.

"...is that today's lunch?"

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[identity profile] paper-knight.livejournal.com 2011-05-06 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
Also, there is coffee.

So here, of course, is Mr. Meltzer, with a stack of essays in one hand and a mug in the other.
He stakes out a corner and starts scribbling--he insists on leaving detailed commentary on all of his students' work, no matter how ill-written. The man is irresistibly drawn to lost causes.

Someone. Distract him. Please.

[identity profile] viral-tyrant.livejournal.com 2011-05-06 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
Wandering back into the lounge after another frustrating day of lectures, Mr. Wesker makes his way over to the table with coffee and other food stuffs. He pours himself a mug without adding anything, seeing as he feels black coffee is the best coffee.

Attache case in one hand and mug in the other, he walks over to the table with another teacher furiously grading papers. He sits down across from the man, carefully setting his mug and case on the table so as not to destroy it from his enhanced strength.

"Afternoon."

[identity profile] viral-tyrant.livejournal.com 2011-05-09 10:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Wesker is now sitting by himself at one of the tables at the back of the lounge, grading quizzes from earlier that day. His eyes continue to narrow at seeing some of the responses, very much upset that his students had obviously refused to pay attention or fell asleep during the lecture.

He mumbles under his breath before taking a drink from his mug (black coffee, of course) and setting it back on the table.

[identity profile] notursalvation.livejournal.com 2011-05-09 11:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Enter the not-crazy janitor. The one who doesn't like, live in the basement and actually speaks in words. Yes, that's right, it's Nagi. Just, y'know, in here to clean up a bit. And get a soda.

Totally getting a soda.