DANGER ZONE

The lunch rush has come and gone, but our challenge table continues to grow in size. The cool E&M motor project thing has stopped spinning and hypnotizing me, so I guess that's good. Our table has reached critical mass. Everyone is pretty much hard at work, except for 2 or 3 people who are the only ones actually eating in this dining hall. Mike Johnson missed out call when we most needed support, but reminded us later to remain hydrated. Thank God for that. Anyway, here's some pictures.

"Hello." -Dennis

 Dennis came, and looks like he really hates my guts. He's a great dancer, but Ayano doesn't know how to phrase compliments so she probably offended him. He also enjoyed our crossword, and the word "ballpeen." I can't blame him, it's a funny word.

I should probably warn people before photographing them

Jonny K came by briefly, offered some kind words, and promptly peaced out. He still enjoys Batman references, but I still haven'y seen it, so don't spoil anything.

UPDATE: Jonny K is actually still at our table, I just have bad vision.

Triple Table!

Chris, Bguest, Dennis, and Sid all come back from Low Brass choir practice, which I guess is a thing. They're all situated at the East end of our table complex, probably talking about how great it is to play a low brass instrument.

Nick! and AAA batteries!

A minor crisis was averted when Nick came and brought Lena batteries for her soundproof headphones. Because apparently she hates the sound of my voice. Well too bad, Lena, I'm gonna keep talking.

Percush People!

Kyle and Sleevie popped by, and Sleevie was wearing double sleeves! In other news, Kyle still can't find his swim trunks, which sucks. Our water polo team could use his help and what I assume is his shut down inner tube water polo defense.

I'm real bad at photography!

Brooke is here also! And her name has an E at the end! And she also brought batteries! So if people are still planning on bringing us batteries, I appreciate the thought, but we're all set on the battery front. In other news, Wilson is a special snowflake. Derek loves Tots.

This afternoon would be dragging down morale if I wasn't delirious. There's still a few hours to go, and we'll be here until the bitter end.