Home Economics, Tuesday, period 1

[carbontelepath.livejournal.com]

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!)

Comments

Re: Table #1

[keds-champion.livejournal.com]

Pam glanced towards Emma. "Maybe you should share your philosophy with our teacher."

Re: Table #1

[x5-alec.livejournal.com]

"Well, she's not naked," Alec said, just barely glancing at Emma.

Re: Table #1

[keds-champion.livejournal.com]

"Close enough," Pam said, frowning.

Re: Table #1

[x5-alec.livejournal.com]

Alec paused and took a very careful look at Emma, very nonchalant and sneaky so he didn't get caught looking. "I don't think she's actually very naked at all."

Re: Table #1

[keds-champion.livejournal.com]

"No, but those aren't teacher clothes," Pam said. "She might as well be naked for how...um, form-fitting it all is."

Re: Table #1

[x5-alec.livejournal.com]

Alec gathered glitter for his box, still not looking at Emma at all. "You should tell her they're not teacher clothes then," he said, amused.