Outside Locker 327, Monday morning shortly before 1st period

Anyone passing by the lockers this early in the morning may have been surprised to hear the faint sound of drum and fife music. The music grew louder before the door to Locker 327 popped open. Lion-o stepped out of the locker, wearing an old-fashioned coat and tricorne hat while carrying a knapsack. "Thanks for helping me find my way back! Good luck with your revolution," he shouted into the locker, tipping his hat.

[Whoops, thought I had posted this earlier in the day. Open!]