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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 8:08 pm
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OOC INFORMATIONSign ups are open until sometime Friday night, but may be extended into Saturday depending on the response! To sign up, RP your character bringing in a tote bag and dropping it off on the desk. Then please PM me (Ravvlet) a list of the three items that were placed in the bag! Please try to make sure that at least one of them is fairly unique to your character! The bags are about the size of your hand, so it must be small things. If you sign up, and don't PM me, I'll try and get in touch with you before class starts, but it's vital that you make sure you get that PM in!
Totes (There are an unlimited amount of spots for this class!) 1. Willow 2. L. C. Malodore 3. Petro 4. Lark 5. Roch 6. West 7. Taima 8. Danny 9. Lumikki 10. Taryn 11. Leo 12. Sparrow 13. TG 14. Thackery ...
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 8:32 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 8:45 pm
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Malodore needed a distraction. It needed something that had nothing to do with medicine, nothing to do with science, nothing to do with Insanity. Something with people who knew nothing, who wouldn't ask it questions.
It couldn't guarantee that last one, of course, but it was pretty sure the course would provide the former... and it could definitely use some help in seeing, right now, when it felt so lost.
The plague doctor gathered up a few items, as per the flyer's request, bagging them up and bringing them to the appropriate classroom at the right time. It quietly dropped off the bag and slid into a seat. The late night class time didn't bother it; it rarely slept, these days.
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 5:34 am
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 8:28 am
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 9:31 am
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 10:38 am
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West was pretty sure he shouldn't be here. He couldn't help thinking that "seeing"was something he could do perfectly well already, thank you, and that this whole endeavor was bound to be a colossal waste of time when he already had a million other things to do with his. Much as they had with prom, however, multitudes of flyers tended to spur the boil to action. He was usually eventually compelled to address what he couldn't ignore, and so he found himself here. It certainly didn't escape his notice that Malodore was here as well.
He didn't approach the plague doctor, but he did stare down the back of its head as he took his seat. The last time he had seen Malodore, it had been cradled in Riley's arms. Dead Riley's arms, as he had found out. He had questions, but he doubted he would ever voice them. Over the course of his time at this school West had found that knowledge came to him whether he sought it out or not.
Once he was settled, he noticed his closest neighbor was Lark. Long time no see, weird ghoul. He nodded at her, then went back to eye-lasering Mal.
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 10:50 am
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 3:18 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 4:36 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 7:31 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 7:38 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 7:50 pm
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