Wherein there is an entry with a lot of things in it!

[raced_god]

[Falcon is gone. He is no longer here. Well, sort of. He kind of had an unfortunate run in with Skull Kid on Saturday morning and is teen_flacon this week. Exciting fun!

There is a note posted on his office door.



He basically spent most of Saturday morning freaking out at home before telling himself that this kind of crap only ever lasts a week, and that hopefully this is no different, and that he can still reach the pedals so maybe he should roll with the punches a little bit. You're only seventeen once. Or twice, I suppose, if you're lucky.

This strange and hormonal situation eventually leads to a brilliant plan in which Falcon hopes to get to know the student body on a more personal level.

Basically, he's going to screw with people for shits and giggles.]
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[Falcon feels kind of bad for not telling Samus, and he knows he should probably ask for a gunship scan because this sure as hell isn't Nancy's cookies, but a very large part of him wants to see how long he can pull this off. The message starts with him clearing his throat and trying to drop his voice half an octave to marginal success.]

Hey, it's me. I uh...I have to go out of town. For a few days. Nothing big, the F-Zero Committee just needs me for business. It's stupid and a waste of my time but they write my paychecks, so.

I'm really sorry it's such short notice, and I'll be back sometime next weekend. I hope. Miss you already.

[If Samus listens closely she can hear his voice crack on the "miss you". Falcon lapses into a kind of fake coughing fit to cover it and then quickly hangs up the phone.]
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[At any given time this week, starting the afternoon of Saturday the 12th, your character might happen upon a vaguely familiar-looking kid. Probably new, maybe a potential transfer, somewhere between the ages of fifteen and seventeen. He's on the tall side, but it's a little awkward, like he's grown far too much in too little time. He walks around like he owns the place.

All of this is completely unrelated to the first part of this entry, of course. Clearly this is a visiting student from Squeenix Seminary, here to check out SBG for the week. At least, that's what he'll tell you, even if he doesn't always give out the same name.

HAPPEN UPON HIM IF YOU DARE, OFFICE-LOG STYLE. Just specify a date/time/location. These can be paragraph style, action-style, and can basically take place anywhere in the school. Whatever floats boats.]

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September 14th, late morning, in the halls

[leadthemalong.livejournal.com]

It was nice to not have any office hours this weekend, and other than checking up on the girls there wasn't much else to do. It was basically two days for his family. Now it was a new week, and it was right back to work.

This time of the day was usually a pleasant one for Olimar, because he liked to see if there were any faces he didn't recognize or if he would be fortunate enough to run into a fellow co-worker.

There was a teenage boy with medium length hair and a face that seemed to have caught the teacher's attention. If he was lucky, the boy would at least wave or look at him so he could get a better glimpse of him.

'That's odd...'

Re: September 14th, late morning, in the halls

[teen-flacon.livejournal.com]

Falcon had spent most of the morning meandering through the halls, popping in on classes, chilling on common room sofas pretending he was doing work. You know. Student things. It was pretty okay.

Obviously this was the best idea ever.

Re: September 14th, late morning, in the halls

[leadthemalong.livejournal.com]

"Are you a new student?" Olimar finally got the chance to ask. He was only hesitant in that something seemed eerily familiar about the teenager.

Monday, hallway near his office?, 1:30 PM

[badasscopters.livejournal.com]

It was a day like this that Goose wished he could still be out camping with Surge. Blaaaah, going back to work. He had to sit in his office and jot down his ideas for Piloting, go over things related to it, and other such fun business. Oh boy oh boy.

Yeah this was pretty boring. He wanted to do something exciting and adrenaline pumping. Flying later was definitely on his agenda today. For now, however, he had work to do, and my, was his throat parched from sitting there and not drinking for a while?

He shrugged and got off of his chair, stepping out of his office to look for the nearest vending machine or water fountain.

Re: Monday, hallway near his office?, 1:30 PM

[teen-flacon.livejournal.com]

Unfortunately the nearest water fountain was currently occupied. Hey, people needed to drink. Falcon stood and wiped his mouth, then turned around only to find himself bumping into the piloting teacher.

"Whoops." He said, ducking to the side a little to get out of the way. "Sorry about that."

Re: Monday, hallway near his office?, 1:30 PM

[badasscopters.livejournal.com]

"Whoa, wha- oh, some kid," Goose blinked down and shrugged. "Eh, s'fine, just came for a drink."

He was about to do just that until he paused, the realization that he didn't even recognize this kid setting in. He glanced over at him and looked over him. How odd, he really didn't recognize him much. He looked a bit familiar, but not very much, so he shrugged it off. He was, however, curious about this kid.

"Ya' new here?"

This is not a meeting, this is Max seeing the note on the door.

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

... I get to be football coach. Oh my god.

Re: This is not a meeting, this is Max seeing the note on the door.

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

I'm gonna whip all of their butts into shape.

Re: This is not a meeting, this is Max seeing the note on the door.

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

Wait... I don't have the playbook. I gotta have the playbook, we gotta practice plays, I don't know any of 'em yet we haven't even started nothin' crap.

Tuesday, late morning, in the halls

[brutalemperor.livejournal.com]

This was annoying. There were a lot of annoyances in teaching, as Black Shadow was finding out, but this was up there with the most annoying of them all.

As far as he'd been concerned, order forms were something that you hired other people to deal with. And now that he was filling them out himself, he was finding more and more excuses to not order things. But now that he really needed them, he'd found himself short. And now begin the trek to get more from wherever they were kept. Add the fact that he hadn't been able to figure out the perfect plan for Falcon's destruction, and it was a recipe for an even tetchier Black then usual.

So it was really not a surprise that, upon seeing the young man in the halls, Black Shadow decided to take out a few frustrations. He loudly cleared his throat in the boy's direction, in a manner specially designed to get the boy wondering if he was in trouble.

Re: Tuesday, late morning, in the halls

[teen-flacon.livejournal.com]

Perhaps it was being regressed to high-school age that made him instinctively jump at the noise of an aggravated teacher. It was, unfortunately, a sound Falcon had heard often when he was seventeen the first time, so he turned to look for the source of the noise (hopefully it was directed at someone else) and immediately wished he hadn't.

Oh boy. Black Shadow was smart and probably recognized him already. And even if he hadn't figured it out, it was only a matter of time until he did, so Falcon was going to have to think faster than ever before.

...If he could pull this off, it would be his crowning achievement.

Luckily it wasn't so hard to turn an "Oh shit my greatest enemy" expression into "Oh shit this teacher's gonna give it to me." He'd keep up the act for as long as possible (honestly, just to see if he could) and hopefully make a quick exit.

"Sir?"

Re: Tuesday, late morning, in the halls

[brutalemperor.livejournal.com]

Black hadn't quite figured it out yet, lucky for Falcon. He had picked up on the odd way the kid had looked at him for that second, but he wasn't quite sure what it meant. Simple confusion at the noise he'd made before he'd figured out the source, or something else?

If the kid was hiding something then there would be quite a bit of fun to be had!

"Aren't you supposed to be in class, young man?" The tone made it clear that it was less of a question, and more of a combination of statements: 'I really do hope you're supposed to be in class' and 'I haven't had the pleasure of punishing a student in a long time and tough break for you, my boy.'

Okay this is a real meeting let's say that it's Max on the way to the weightroom on Saturday

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

Max had a duffle bag (white canvas with a giant orange star on the sides) in one hand and a sweatband in his hair like he fell out of 1987 and instead of cargo pants he was already wearing shorts -- he was wearing a, somehow, loose-ish tank top. It at least was loose enough that it wasn't showing off his 36 abdominal muscles. He was whistling something as he went off to his afternoon workout -- it was Saturday, so he had no afternoon classes, and could break up his workout into three parts instead of cramming it all into just two! How exciting for him.

He did wish, of course, that he had somebody to spot him. He was a little lonely - he had nobody to lift with regularly since Blastoise left. He'd probably have to get Knuckles to do it from now on. While Knuckles stood on a box or something so he'd be tall enough to spot Max.

Re: Okay this is a real meeting let's say that it's Max on the way to the weightroom on Saturday

[teen-flacon.livejournal.com]

Incidentally, Falcon was on his way back from the weight room, having made an emergency run there to drop off the play book after finding Max's very frantic note. So what a happy coincidence it was that the two would pass each other going to and coming from the same room!

By this point, the Captain was pretty much on a roll with the fooling people thing maybe. Needless to say, he was getting a bit cocky.

Still, he'd kind of made a point of avoiding conversation if he could, just in case, so he gave Max a nod as he passed.

Re: Okay this is a real meeting let's say that it's Max on the way to the weightroom on Saturday

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

Max waved and then thought he knew the kid, then shook his head no, that he didn't know him at all.

And then in a corner of his brain he thought a tiny thought. Synapses fired, and Max put two and two together.

"Hey," he called out, "were you in the weight room?"

[dis is a cellphone message beep]

[icequeen-aran.livejournal.com]

[Samus, being the KIND AND UNDERSTANDING hahaha woman she was, was questioning Falcon's apparent throat condition more than his spontaneous reasoning for leaving. Perhaps he was coming down with a minor cold? Oh gosh perhaps he should sit his butt down in the gunship just to be sure; but alas he was already gone. She is fooled for now.]

[She opts to simply text back a reply: Hey, got your message. I'll help keep an eye on Jeff and Ionia until you get back. ...Miss you too.]

Re: [dis is a cellphone message beep]

[teen-flacon.livejournal.com]

[Successssss brb conspiring with Jeff to underage drink and steal all your underwear.]

A Place - Sometime

[notstevejobs.livejournal.com]

Apple Kid was wandering the halls of the school, peering at things through a small set of opera glasses. It would have been very refined if he hadn't had mustard smeared down the front of his overalls.

Re: A Place - Sometime

[teen-flacon.livejournal.com]

And here came Teen Falcon, wondering just what Apple Kid was doing with a pair of opera glasses. Probably another one of his bizarre inventions. Hopefully this one didn't summon doughnuts.

Oh well. He was sure he'd find out soon enough.

Sunday afternoonish B|

[blondprodigy.livejournal.com]

That Lash. Jeff couldn't believe her! Stealing his schtick! Little did she know (or did she?) she'd aggravated his competitive side. He'd be sure to come up with some kind of display that was so ridiculously over the top and dazzling that no one person would ever be able to top it. And then he'd win.

He was going to need a damn lot of rockets, though. So he was snooping around the science wing, looting borrowing any supplies he could find.

Re: Sunday afternoonish B|

[teen-flacon.livejournal.com]

Oh happenstance! Falcon happened to be sauntering through the science wing at that exact moment, and Jeff's angry looting could be heard from all the way around the corner.

So of course he had to check it out, only to find the student probably taking things from the science wing he should not have been taking.

By this point, Falcon had made it a challenge to see just how many people he could fool, and Jeff would probably be fun. So he took a few steps up to the student, shoved his hands in his pockets and nonchalantly hovered over him, peering over his shoulder like a total creep.

Saturday the 12th, eveningish

[whitedeviljack.livejournal.com]

Raiden wasn't quite sure what to make of the fireworks (http://community.livejournal.com/sbg_logs/401007.html) being set off in the school this fine Saturday night. Was it one of those... floating hand's birthday or something? Raiden's curiosity got the better of him and he took to wandering down the school's hallway and towards where they were being set off at a leisurely pace. He noticed it was commotion enough to get some of the other students and even faculty either sticking their heads out of their windows or also moving to investigate. Or simply admiring the view.

Students like that one tall and vaguely familiar-looking kid sauntering by that... wait a minute. Being the janitor, Raiden saw just about everyone at some point or another in the school and while this kid looked kind of familiar, he did not recognize him.

...So he was an immediate suspect! "...Hey, you!"

Re: Saturday the 12th, eveningish

[teen-flacon.livejournal.com]

The fireworks had been unexpected but not entirely unwelcome, and after a short conversation with Blacky, was about ready to head home. Discreetly, of course. Nobody needed to see that "Andy" was staying in Falcon's apartment. That would just be embarrassing to explain.

So when Raiden called out he started a little, looking behind him as if the janitor was yelling at someone else. Alas, no one there.

He turned and pointed to himself, almost disbelieving. "Me?"

Sept. 14, afternoon

[givemeyouranswerdo]

Daisy was just wandering the halls, humming some tune to herself, when she happened to see a lanky teenager she hadn't seen before. He looked a little familiar...

Re: Sept. 14, afternoon

[teen-flacon.livejournal.com]

Falcon too, was just meandering, maybe looking for a class to sit in on, maybe not. Who knew?

He was, however, not really paying very much attention to the other people in the hall, so it was only a matter of time before he bumped into Daisy. "Whoops. Uh...sorry."