[open] High school log!

[bombshelled]

Who: Lana Baumgartner Lori Cohen, Remus Lupin Conan Howell and anyone who would be found in Storybrooke High School
Where: in and around Storybrooke High
When: 10/24-10/28
Rating: PG-PG13, slight R for language if Lori's involved
Summary: An open log for anyone whose character is a high school student or teacher. Lana/Lori's au plotting comment
The Story:

Friday 10/24
A normal day at Storybrooke High. Bells ring, students run to class. The usual. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Saturday 10/25-Sunday 10/26
School's out for the weekend! Time to hang out with your friends and generally try to put off homework for as long as possible. But something is weird about this weekend in particular...

Monday 10/27-Tuesday 10/28
School is back in session, but not everyone seems so keen on going. Something is happening to the students and staff-- the whole town, really-- and no one is quite sure whether academia is really important anymore...

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Monday, for Conan? After the prank

[heirtotheshield]

Jake isn't feeling himself. Or maybe he is. This whole weekend has been a bit weird in the brain category. At lunch, he's not feeling up to his usual boisterous lot of kids that he normally hangs with. He goes looking for something a bit quieter to eat his lunch.

And then there's Conan. That works. Jake slides into a seat across from the senior, and settles his tray down softly. "Hey, Conan. How was your weekend?" He likes the senior boy, and enjoys the quietness that sometimes surrounds him.

[wer]

Conan looks up from the book he was reading and swallows his bite of food quickly before saying, "Hey, Jake." There's a smile on his face up until Jake asks how his weekend was.

"My weekend? It was... fine, I guess." Weird things kept happening around him and he had a lot of nightmares about being a werewolf so he barely got any sleep all weekend. But 'fine' works. "How about yours?"

[heirtotheshield]

Jake can tell there's something more there, but the bro-code says that he shouldn't ask. Jake tries to follow the bro-code.

He shrugs. "Rachel and Kitty turned 21." He says. Honestly, the weekend had been taken up with that. "Rach started dying her hair blonde." Which is just weird, but it seems to fit her a lot better than the brunette does.

"So where did they find the pigs earlier?"

[wer]

Conan laughs. "That must have been a party." Being an only child, Conan has no idea what having sisters must be like, especially not twin sisters like Rachel and Kitty.

"One was in the library, and another was upstairs, somehow. I'm not sure where the third was." He wasn't particularly pleased by the prank, just seeing it as an unnecessary interruption to his day.

[heirtotheshield]

"Nah, we kept things pretty quiet for the most part." Jake shrugs. "I got them presents and Dad got them something." Jake doesn't know what he'd do without his sisters and father. His dreams say he'd be just fine, but he doesn't want to take the chance.

He starts in on his lunch and grunts. "Can pigs climb stairs? Because that's the only way it was getting up there." Jake points out. He isn't sure who thought pigs were funny to begin with.

[wer]

"Unless someone let it in the elevator," Conan points out, but just imagining that is a strange visual.

Conan takes a bite of his sandwich and then reaches for his orange juice, which scoots away from him across the table. He goes wide-eyed and tries again. It scoots further away. He looks up at Jake. "Did you see that?"

[heirtotheshield]

Jake watches the orange juice run away from Conan's hand around the table. "How are you doing that?" He leans down to look under the table. "Magnets?" He suggests, because that would make sense. "Seriously, how?"

[wer]

"I don't know! I'm not trying to!" He reaches for it with his other hand and manages to grab it before it can scoot away again. "That was seriously strange..."

[heirtotheshield]

"That was cool!" Jake is not known for his lack of enthusiasm. And having this to think about eases the worry about the dreams and everything else. "Can you do it again?" He pushes his lunch aside and leans his elbows on the table.