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[Empiricist]

"Branson Mathers. I don't er, suppose this" fumbling for a few seconds, the lethargic foreigner produces the card, displaying it for examination "was sent by the school?"

[hector13]

If it makes him feel any better, the chalk seems to have landed on the floor, as the books fell outwards.

More damage is likely from someone sleeping on said comic.

Words will be had with Karma regarding the use of WONDROUS ART as a pillow.

[scapheap]

The collapsing fort seem to knock Clair out of her drawing trance. With a blink, she put her work in a folder with some other drawings she has been working on, before focusing on Miss Aisaka.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Ms. Aisaka tilts her head at the card.
"Not that I know of. The school have yet to fill me in on many of the goings-on around here, so I am not sure if those are part of a school scheme or not."
He is also apparently drooling on said comic. Oh dear.
The teacher just shrugs at Evron. She sighs, as if expecting this response already.
"No, I didn't expect you to like me at all."

[MrVoid]

Asada glares at the card. 

[PrivateNomad]

 "Good, glad we got that situated, Ms... Ai-shit-a, was it?"

[Empiricist]

"Right, I just couldn't think of any other place that might send me mail." Branson smiles apologetically, well, by some definition of a smile perhaps, his facial muscles seemed to be as tired as the rest of his body and just gave up halfway through. "Know anyone who might know if it is?"

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Ms. Aisaka shrugged, ignoring Evron.
"The staff might know, but perhaps they might be keeping it a secret for various reasons. I should know, since I had to run one of those boring, dreamy things where you wrote your dreams on a card and flew it over Tokyo Bay.

Yes, teachers hate those too."
The brown-haired boy with glasses is calmly waiting for the lesson to start, while Tohru looks concernedly at Evron.

[hector13]

He is also apparently drooling on said comic. Oh dear.

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[kj1225]

Virgil shrugs and starts gwtting his stuff ready. Maybe this teacher is an assassin and is covering up how she killed the other teacher. Not his buissness.

[Empiricist]

"I figured as much."
What did he write anyway? His hazy mind couldn't really recall it, though chances are it was probably far optimistic than he was and almost entirely bullshit. Another yawn. Wait no, come to think of it it, he was reasonably sure it was entirely bullshit.

[Stirk]

He is also apparently drooling on said comic. Oh dear.

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(muhahahha!)

[Empiricist]

Rather uncharacteristically, Branson shifted in his seat, turning to better speak to the rest of the class. "Anyone else receive a card, or am I losing my goddamn mind?"

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Ms. Aisaka sighs.
"If that comic doesn't belong to the boy, I feel your pain, whoever owns it. He seems to be somewhat drooling on it.

Anyway, we do indeed have a class to run. So, class, you should find that on your tablets, you have a new program focusing on our next Science unit..."
Tohru blinks, before pulling out her own card.
"I got one too...."

[kj1225]

Virgil looks annoyed at Branson.
"If they do it can wait until after class can't it?"
Virgil gets his tablet out and opens the program.