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

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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.

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[disjointed-dead.livejournal.com]

"Memoirs," she murmurs. She has a bit of an obsession with journal-writing.

[candyisthegame.livejournal.com]

Cue the contemplative face as he thinks about what memoirs actually are. And then his face lights up as he remembers. "Sort of a personal telling of things, right?"

His eyes wander to the book in front of her. "Looks like you're writing some yourself!"

[disjointed-dead.livejournal.com]

She dips her head in agreement and puts one hand on the cover of her journal. "Ah...it's nothing so exciting. Just...some thoughts of mine."

[candyisthegame.livejournal.com]

He smiles at her. "But isn't that how all exciting stories start out? Thoughts that eventually combine to make up a plot and so on and so forth!"

And then he thinks of a question. "Have ya had anything published at all?"

[disjointed-dead.livejournal.com]

"Me?" She shakes her head. "No. No, of course not. I'm not that good."

[candyisthegame.livejournal.com]

"I bet you're quite wrong about that, Kayako-san. Have you had anybody read your work before?"

He's gone into support and motivation mode.

[disjointed-dead.livejournal.com]

"That would be too embarrassing."

[candyisthegame.livejournal.com]

"Well all right, then. I just think you'd be quite the author, Kayako-san." He can't help but add another encouraging smile before getting up to refill his mug.

[disjointed-dead.livejournal.com]

She smiles slightly, ducking her head a little. "...Thank you."

[candyisthegame.livejournal.com]

He comes back to the table and picks up his case. "Well! It's been a pleasure chatting with you today, Kayako-san! But I must be getting back to the kitchen...mainly so my students don't destroy everything in there..."

[disjointed-dead.livejournal.com]

She nods. "Good luck, Wonka-san."

[candyisthegame.livejournal.com]

"Same to you!" He tips his hat to her and walks out, a pep in his step.