Who: Cyrus and whoever bothers to show up for class this time
What: Ethics class!
Where: Normal classroom
When: Monday, 1 pm
Warnings: Probably some yelling. You know how his students get. Also, probably BJ reminding people to crossthread and interject!




On the chalkboard was scrawled the message "I will be five minutes late. You are to remain here. If you leave during that time, you will be given a failing grade for the day."

It was the first time Cyrus had written anything on the board since his employment there, and Weavile sat on the desk to ensure that he would know about anyone who fled.

At 1:04 and 54 seconds, Cyrus walked in and began speaking immediately. There was a smudge of what looked like oil on the side of his face, almost back to his hairline, but he didn't seem to notice it. "Last week I asked you to ponder the factors that produce tyranny, as well as how to alter those factors. I trust you all have come to your conclusions."

It wasn't often that he spoke so briefly. Even his journal entries, even his comments were longer than that. But he stared at the students, expecting them to speak.

Who: Little Mac and N
What: New possible bros hang out and do STUFF
Where: BE-6 and eventually all around campus
When: Backdated to April 8th
Warnings: Uh...

It must have been a fifteen minute max conversation. Mac was fond of N already. Though this might not be the hugest feat, Mac likes too many people too quickly.

N was sincere, something Mac could start to like right away and he cared a lot about the people he worked with...his Pokemon. Also a plus. He gladly offered the new student a tour. He waited inside his dorm, sadly not having enough time to change from his work out and put away some of his indoor equipment and boxing gloves. It wasn't messy, just. There.

He hoped N would mind too much. It was all short notice.

Who: Ryedan and Burakki
What: It is shopping time and time for shopping.
Where: FDC Mall
When: Wednesday, April 13
Warnings: ghost butts

Their destination? A place called Delfino mall, nestled comfortably in downtown FDC.

The obstacle?

...getting there. It had slowly become apparent that Blacky's death was vehicular in nature, and so Raiden would try to the best of his abilities to oblige her request to stay away from roads. This of course made it a little difficult to get to the mall when he had nothing more than his feet and the campus golf cart as forms of transportation.

Perhaps they would be able to figure something out though. Raiden already had an idea but he would have to see what she thought of it first after picking her up from her dorm.

"Soooo." He stalled, Gamera by his side, while staring at the golf cart in the parking lot and then at Blacky. "How are we going to do this?"