Amalgaverse High

It's that time of year again- Homecoming is right around the corner, and that means one thing; those students are going to be gyrating and dry humping and doing the horizontal tango all up in this bitch. Which calls for an evasive action plan, according to vice principal Summers. Throughout the day, faculty members have been pulled into the teacher's lounge when they've had a spare moment, encouraged to discuss the game plan. Or sit around and bullshit, whatever the case may be. Right now, Gabriel's the only one in there, slumped down on a chair like it ain't no thang, sippin' on some gin and ju- coffee.

Aelius makes his way in, sipping from his ever present and never empty (is it enchanted?) teacup. He looks like he hasn't slept in days but then that's pretty much how he looks all the time. When he spots Gabriel he nods and drops down onto the first seat he reaches. "Hello."