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."

Kirk sips coffee from his own personal mug (which has his picture on it, of course) and flips through the morning paper. He's got a break between classes and by god he's going to enjoy it.

Crowley usually avoids the teacher's lounge because quite frankly his boss ass office is a lot nicer. But sadly, Carnivore was feeling extra saucy this morning and his Oriental rug had to pay the price. So here he is, slumming it with his coworkers while the janitor gets busy cleaning up that whole mess. When eh enters the lounge, he pauses for a split second, holding back a frown. "Kirk." This is 'hello', by the way.