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WHO: Kon-El, Tim Drake, and anyone who wants to say that they go to the same public high school.
WHERE: What part of the city this is taking place.
WHEN: Wednesday. FFF. Anytime between like. 7:30 am and 3:30 pm, unless detention or after school stuff gets involved so WHENEVER.
WARNINGS: Nah.
SUMMARY: Basically just... short conversations throughout the school day.
FORMAT: Quicklog



[ It's a normal high school. For the sake of getting everyone on the same page, it's the City equivalent of Stuyvesant HS, and today is a B Schedule. Feel free to tag Kon for any point of the day. His schedule is the same as Tim's, because Tim made him go to school so he's making Tim go with him, and Tim picked the classes, unfortunately:

Period 1 AP Calculus
2 Civil Law
3 AP Amer Government
4 AP Computer Science
5 Lunch
6 Criminal Law
7 AP British Literature
8 Study Period
9 Robotic Engineering
10 AP Chemistry

Kon arrives about 20 minutes before first period starts, because he's hoping to bump into Tim by his locker. He looks pretty rough around the edges, and that's only going to get worse as the day wears on because he didn't sleep at all much last night. He fiddles around with his books forever, taking them in and out of his locker, so he can act like he just got here when Tim does. ]

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[notlikeanyone]

[Tim arrives about five minutes before classes start, precisely because he's expecting to bump into Kon by the lockers. He takes in how tired out his friend looks and feels a slight pang of guilt, but it doesn't show as he just opens his locker and sorts out his own books, neatly.]

Morning. [Flat and automatic.]

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[ Kon grunts in response. He's forgotten what he wanted to say to tim. Annoyed, he slams his locker shut, but then realizes that, after all that, he forgot his english notebook. Kon sighs and starts putting in the combination. ]

This is exactly like you.

[notlikeanyone]

[Tim is the picture of calm, unless you can read his body language well enough to pick up the tension under that that means he is steadily growing more annoyed.]

What is?

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[ Too annoyed by perceived calmness to study Tim. ]

Showing up and saying morning like everything's cool and you haven't ditched the team.

[notlikeanyone]

[Slams his locker door closed a little too hard.]

Who's ditching anything? It's just like when I lived at home and came to SF for the weekends, that's all.

Period 1 - AP Calculus

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[ So Kon's almost late for class, and the teacher shoots him a look as he comes running into the doorway. He points to the bell above the door as if to say 'still ringing, not late!' and slinks to his seat, which is at the same table as Tim's, of course.

He gets out his notebook and text book and starts attempting last night's homework while they start going over the problems in class, because he wasn't here yesterday to get said homework. ]

[notlikeanyone]

[Tim is completely ignoring Kon and his stupid almost-but-not lateness and his... complete lack of homework, since he skipped.

Which is entirely not Tim's fault.

At all.

He waits for the teacher to face the board before silently passing Kon a copy of his homework, with very clear notes, in a precise forgery of Kon's own handwriting. With a glance that says they are so going over this topic later to be sure Kon understands it. Tim is just making sure he's not so distracted from the classwork that he falls behind, is all.]

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[ He didn't skip. He faked a phone call as Jonathan Kent and called himself out sick.

It's entirely Tim's fault.

He blinks at the homework and then turns to catch Tim's eye. He's too surprised by this to glare. Kon rips a page out of his notebook and writes, 'What? You did my homework for every class?' ]

[notlikeanyone]

[Oh, that old chestnut. Which totally counts as skpping, even if the school bought it.

Is not.

Tim sighs quietly and leans over to write underneath. 'Yes, but I still expect you to study it.']

Period 2 - Civil Law

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[ Having escaped math without a detention or demerit, Kon took the longer route to his next class, ostensibly to stop at the water fountain, but really to avoid any uncomfortable silence to be found in walking to class with Tim.

He still makes it to class on time and sits at his desk and. just. stares. at the notes on the board. They're about Good Samaritan laws, which is interesting, yes, but it's like the school gods are mocking him with a topic like this when he's cranky and not up to paying attention. ]

[notlikeanyone]

[Tim is perfectly fine with being avoided. Really. ... Okay, not really incredibly fine with it, but he'll cope.

He just opens his textbook and notebook, and passes Kon a note with the chapter they were supposed to have read for homework last night, so he can try at least skimming it in case the teacher calls on him. Hopefully he'll pass over Kon and call on Tim instead - he knows most of this stuff already.]

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[ Kon reads the note, writes 'Thanks' on it, folds it up into a paper football (http://i.ehow.com/images/GlobalPhoto/Articles/2135501/howtoplaypaperfootball-main_Full.jpg), and flicks it at Tim's head.

Without pausing in his lecture or his pacing around the room, the teacher hands Kon a demerit slip as he goes by, and Kon sighs and does a mental check. No, this is his first demerit, and it's three for a detention.

He starts flipping through the chapter and making notes on it, rather than copy the ones on the board and is only half listening to the lecture. He'll just copy Tim's tonigh- frag. At lunch.]

[notlikeanyone]

[Tim lets the paper football hit him in the head, just ducking to the side a little - he can't catch it, 'Alvin Draper' doesn't have reflexes that good. He does scrunch the paper up a little vindictively and set it on the corner of his desk, though.

When it gets to questions about the homework chapter, Tim answers one question easily enough.]

Period 3 - American Government

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[ The teacher is showing them a video today, part two of a series on state vs. federal powers.

It takes Kon all of two minutes to fall asleep. ]

[notlikeanyone]

[Tim sighs and tries leaning over to poke Kon in the shoulder, although with how tired he was looking earlier... he slides his PDA carefully onto his desk and starts recording the video, just in case.]

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[ So... his TTK goes down when he's asleep. The poking not only wakes him up, it startles him, and his chair starts to tip backwards. It's only the realization that Tim will kill him if he blows their cover that lets him focus enough to keep his telekinesis down, and the chair goes over, with Kon in it, and he hits his head on the floor and kinda just. sits there, in the overturned chair, for a second. ]

Oh, tweety birds. It's been awhile.

[ The rest of the class titters. Kon rolls sheepishly out of the chair and starts picking it up, when suddenly a piece of paper is thrust into his face by a manicured hand. No teen girl wears jewelry that ugly. Shit. Teacher.

Only the slip is pink, not yellow. He blinks up at her. ]

Go see the nurse, Mr. Kent. I expect you back in ten minutes, unless you genuinely have a concussion.

[notlikeanyone]

[Oh, crap. Tim only meant to wake Kon up, not make him fall out of his chair. He hides a small, sympathetic wince, and is glad the teacher sees fit to send Kon to the nurse's office, not give him a demerit.

Not that he should be sleeping in class, a part of Tim reminds him, but then again, that is possibly partly Tim's fault as well.

He shoots Kon an apologetic glance for a moment or two, then settles in to take notes for both of them.]

Period 4 - Computer Science

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[ The computer lab is set up with slick hexagon shaped tables, each with six computer stations at them. There's no assigned seating in this class, as sometimes students need to use the lab during study periods to type stuff up. Those not in the class are expected to be quiet and put up with any lecturing that the teacher has to do.

Kon takes a seat at the table furthest from the teacher that also faces him (so the teacher can't see the screen, natch). He lasts five minutes of the power point presentation on Java GUIs (not gooeys, he made that mistake on the first quiz), before he signs on to AIM Express. ]

[notlikeanyone]

[Tim picked a seat facing the teacher because he actually wants to pay attention to the class, of course - even if he could make Java GUIs in his sleep. He suppresses the urge to roll his eyes as Kon's IM pops up.]

erithacus rubicula: So what do you want to do?

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[ Kon rolls his eyes - obvious answer is obvious. ]

[notlikeanyone]

[Tim sighs and considers this.]

erithacus rubicula: It can. What did you do, stay up all night?

Period 5 - Lunch (oh god).

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[ Kon sits down at the usual table with a tray full of unhealthy lunch: burger, cheese fries, soda, and a pudding cup. He gets out his chem text book and starts working on the homework due today with one hand and feeding himself fries absently with the other. ]

[notlikeanyone]

[Tim slides into a seat across and away from Kon, though still at the same table, with a slightly healthier lunch - there's a definitely an attempt at a salad there, even if he has accompanied it with a burger and pudding cup.

He wordlessly thumps the notes Kon needs to copy down in front of him, without even looking at his friend.]

[scarabsuited]

"One side, freshman--"

[The table quickly acquires the backside of Jaime Reyes, balancing his tray and somehow managing to avoid dumping the mysterious pasta of the day all over Kon before sliding with a graceless thud to the bench seat with an exhale, muttering:]

I'm a senior, Einstein.

[slowly turning around to set the tray on the table, he gives a crooked smile, pointing at his plate.]

They make this stuff sticky for a reason. I just saved your polyester life, brother.

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[ He "doesn't notice" Tim's arrival, but slides the notes into his backpack for study hall. ] Kon looks over when Jaime sits down and quirks a smile. ] You do look like a frosh.

[ He eyes the plate dubiously. ] Sorry, I don't eat anything that I can't identify. It could interact with my delicate system.