005 †

[updollsdresses]

[And, thus, things go back to normal-- for a relative value of normal, of course.

Teatime has long since thrown the school-supplied lesson plan to the wind with a resounding “FUCK. THAT. SHIT,” so today's lesson is, as always, a bit unorthodox. Hanging from the flagpole-- and when I say “hang” I mean “by a fucking noose holy shit”-- is a skeleton.

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[kindlichekaiser]

[This is Empress, coming around to peer at his notebook] Teatime? What's is so bad about skeletons?

...And did you have to hang it with a noose? [Really, Teatime, that's so tacky. And Empress looks a little bit disapproving of such things.]

[updollsdresses]

They really are awful little things. [Read: He is a petty bastard.] And I couldn't find anything else on such... short notice.

[kindlichekaiser]

How so? [She moves to sit on his desk, swinging her legs lightly. On the bright side she at least didn't crawl in your lap]

You sound like you have personal experience. [Oh Empress you don't even know the half of it]

[updollsdresses]

They're skeletons. [duh empress get with the program]

Quite personal.

[enviousmath]

[Kyrie's walking through the school after finishing her paperwork, when she begins smelling something odd. Near the science lab. And it's unsettling her. So she'll knock on the door, hoping to get Teatime's attention.]

[updollsdresses]

[Why would you ever hope for that. He looks up at the knock and gives her a smile even more unsettling than the smell.] Do come in, miss!

[enviousmath]

[Hey man she's dealt with unsettling smiles. Her father-in-law has a grin that could give someone a heart attack.]

Hello. I'm sorry if I'm disturbing you - I smelled something odd coming from here and just wondered if you might know anything about it?

[updollsdresses]

[He seems to consider this for a moment.]

Haven't the slightest, miss.

[updollsdresses]

Does it, miss? How would you know?

[updollsdresses]

I'm sure you have, miss.

Too fake, hm? [He raps his hand against the skull of the skeleton and smiles.] Looks can be very... deceiving, miss.

[wimpyvampire]

*A fellow teacher walks by Teatime's room and pauses. Wait a second. That man looked familiar... Conrad will lean his head back to peek through the doorway and glance at the man, before he realizes who it is. The same man who tried to crush him as a bat, Teatime.

The vampire is holding quite a few art books in his arms and he tries to crane his neck to see what he is writing, before the books in his loose grip fall to the ground. Gasping lightly, he leans down to quickly pick them up in the doorway.*

[updollsdresses]

[oh hey

just leaning against the wall next to you now

flipping through an art book]

Good afternoon, Conrad.

[wimpyvampire]

*Holy shi--!!

Conrad will just pick up the remaining books and look at Teatime, and down at his poor innocent book in his hands. He holds his remaining books in his arms tightly...*

H-Hello Teatime.

[updollsdresses]

Do you work here as well, Conrad?

[Just flippin' through the book, all chill-like.]

Or are you a... student?

[strike_you_out]

[Slugger gets the distinct impression that this isn't about just any ordinary skeleton, but he'll play along. Raising a hand. Hey, Mr. Tea, hey!]

Without skeletons, wouldn't humans move around like slugs?

[updollsdresses]

[what was your first clue]

Oh, they're all well and good, so long as they... stay inside.

[strike_you_out]

[Knees. The noose?]

What about the ones that don't?

[updollsdresses]

Then they ought to be destroyed. Obviously.