fandomhigh | Home Economics, Tuesday, period 1

Upon entering the class room, the students will see Emma standing by her desk, welcoming them all. She is dressed mundanely in a white corset, pants, boots and blazer. Well, mundane for her. Most of the other teachers probably didn't wield a riding crop.

There are ~~six~~ seven tables in the room, with three white boxes on each. In a pile on the middle of the tables are buttons, beads, sharpies, glitter, glue and other decorations. Emma points each student to a table after they've signed the sign in sheet.

When everyone that's going to arrive have, Emma smacks her riding crop against her desk to get everyone's attention and begins talking.

"Welcome to Home Economics! My name is Emma Frost, and I will be your teacher." She sighed for a moment. "I suppose I should tell you that I am a telepath, which means that yes, I really can read your filthy little minds.

Today you have all been given boxes. Decorate them in a way that will make you recognize them, as they will be kept in this room and you will use them to store things in. You will be given a new useful item for each class, and at the end of the semester the boxes will be yours to do with as you please."

(ooc: Syllabus and class list. ~~Wait for~~ the holy OCD is up! Come play!)

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Decorating a box. Oh-kay. Aeryn's just going to have to smile and nod, only without the smiling part.

Jamie totally didn't toss a piece of dry macaroni at Table #6.

Specifically at Aeryn's head.

No. Not at all.

Aeryn sighs, turns around and tells him, "I don't want to kill you, but I will."

Jamie looks up ~~with a mouth full of paste~~ with an innocent expression on his face. "Whob? Meeb?"

She glares, and turns her seat so that she can watch him in case he tries throwing anything again.

Jamie offers Aeryn a jar of paste. "Tryb someb."

"I don't think so," she says simply.

The horrible thing is she's never had experience with paste-eaters, so she's thinking this is just normal Jamie behavior.

River looked at Aeryn. "We could just leave it as it is. Or I could draw something on it."

"Have at it," she says. "I wouldn't know where to start.'

River picked up a Sharpie and wrote the Chinese character for 'box' on the box.

Stark was willing to smile and nod, and possibly even smile in Aeryn's direction. A little.

Then he turned his attention to making his box more blue. Because clearly the box needed to be bluer than it was.

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