fandomhigh | Science! (Thursday, Period 7)

"Good afternoon, class!" Ms Frizzle greeted them brightly as the class filed in. Today's dress looked like a walking ad for the Skydome, covered as it was in baseballs, baseball bats, and baseball diamonds. Small softballs dangled from her ears to complete the outfit.

"Today we'll be talking about motion!" she announced, pacing in front of the class and slipping suddenly, windmilling for a moment before catching herself. "Whoops! Not enough friction there! Sometimes friction, the force of my foot against the floor, for example, is a good thing." She stopped by one end of her lab bench and thrust a finger in the air. "Liz, slide me the book on motion!"

The lizard obliged, pushing a heavy volume towards the woman. And although she pushed so hard she flopped over onto her scaly stomach, the book stopped sliding halfways across, stil out of reach of the teacher.

"And," Ms Frizzle continued, a worrying smile beginning to spread across her face, "Sometimes it isn't." She picked up the book and began flipping through until she reached the page she was looking for. She held up the book, displaying a picture of a baseball diamond. "Imagine, children, a world without friction! You wouldn't be able to do this -" she jumped to the left, and took another step to the right "- or this -" she hopped a few steps of the Schottishe "- even if it would be easier to do this!" And she executed a Risky Business-esque slide across the front of the classroom.

She stopped. "I know!" she said suddenly. Her earrings began to glow. She snapped the book closed, thrust one hand in the air, and began marching out of the classroom. "Everyone to the bus!"

[[~~As always, OCD coming. Today's a big one.~~ PLAY BALL!]]

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Ranma is really freaked out by this friction-less world. He can't walk right at all, so he's basically just trying to figure out how to get around.

After failing at several attempts to actually pick it up, Chad tried to throw a stray ball back to whoever his team pitcher was (it was hard to keep much straight at all, with everyone sliding and spinning and this and that), but found himself moving backwards as he lobbed the ball out. Chad threw pretty hard...so he moved back pretty quickly, too.

And right into Ranma. "Oops." But the hit didn't so much stop Chad as cause them to sort of ricochet off each other. "Sorry 'bout that, Ranma." He waved as he slid back, ducking to avoid a wild ball.

Ranma falls on his ass like a moron. "Yeah. No big deal." Except now he can't seem to plant his hands to help him stand back up. Shit.

Having a guy like Chad run into you in a friction-less world and all that happens is you fall on your ass? Not too bad. Chad snatched up a bat as he passed by a bunch of them, not without trouble, nearly slipping and falling flat on his face, with a flurry of long legs and big arms to find a balance. Picking up a bat without friction? Not easy. Thankfully, some of them were leaning against the fense; much easier to sweep than to grab. Once centred, he swung the bat a little, so he could drift back over toward Ranma. But the bat did go flying out of his hands in the other direction.

"I'd offer my hand to help," he said as he approached, "but I don't think it'd do any good."

"Like I said. No big deal..." He decided sitting was good for the moment.

Chad passed Ranma by again, but someone had hit a ball toward him, and, catching it, his course was set back toward Ranma, although at a different angle now. He clamped his fingers around the ball so that it couldn't escape, and he could throw it to come back around if he needed to. He was glad for his big hands at that moment; otherwise, he probably wouldn't have been able to capture.

"Should have your CD later tonight," he said idly as he passed again."Couldn't quite get it done yet; gotta pick up more discs, apparantly."

Oh yes. That. He blushes a little. Or a lot. "Uh don't worry about it if you can't finish in time. You can drop by my room and give them to me if you want... You can see Mizu too. I'm letting Teddy watch him this weekend..."

Chad threw the ball so he could slid back toward Ranma. Lightly. He was hoping maybe he'd loose a little momentum and actually stop. But momentum seemed to like him. "Cool. Which room? I'll stop by tonight."

Why is this conversation making him feel so nervous?! "4-421. I'll be there, I don't go out much..."

"Okay, I'll see you then."

Chad thinks that he's supposed to be on second base, but he's not sure. He figures it wouldn't hurt to check. So he tries swimming his arms in the air to change his course that direction. He looks quite ridiculous doing it, but he doesn't seem to notice.

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