fandomhigh | Sociology of Space Travel, Thursday, 6th Period

Laura was seated at the front of the room, wearing a heavier sweater and jeans. In fact, students filtering in likely noticed, as she did, that the temperature of the room was actually quite a bit below normal.

The sign in sheet rested on the corner of the desk, next to the blue books and copies of their assigned essay questions. "Please sign in, and then grab a blue book and one of these sheets," she said, waving one of the essay papers in the air. "Then take a seat, and I'll explain what we're doing with this."

After a few moments, the bell rang, signalling the beginning of class. Roslin removed her glasses and rose. She took a position at the front of the room, folding her arms across her chest. "I apologize for the temperature in here, all. I've been trying to adjust the temperature over the past hour, and it's simply going nowhere."

She sighed. "Now, about the quiz today. We're going to do things a little differently. I want you to split off into pairs, and work together on the essay questions. Challenge each other, ask questions, play devil's advocate. Write down your responses and hand them in. Once you've done that, you're free to leave and, hopefully, get warm."

With a smile, she resumed her seat and began working on her own document.

[OCD threads ~~coming~~ up, including the essay questions.]

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Sam sat down next to Angela, cradling a cup of coffee, more to warm her hands at this point than anything else. "I think the fire in Ares's room may still be burning..."

Angela glanced up, distracted. "The Gods teacher?"

"Yup," Sam nodded, blowing on her hands, "He likes a fresh fire and coffee before class, and it's apparently my job as his TA to provide them."

"I can understand the coffee, but making a fire sounds way past the call of duty," Angela said. "Weird."

"There may have been an insult to his deity in there somewhere," Sam admitted.

Angela closed her eyes thoughtfully. "Is he still a god if you don't believe in him?" she asked. "Though it's still weird a god teaches high school."

"He's not a god," Sam said bluntly ~~having no idea exactly how wrong she was~~. "He just has delusions of grandeur."

"Typical," Angela said, rolling her eyes. "So, speaking of alien behavior? My boyfriend is a freak."

Sam smiled slightly. "Moreso than usual?"

Angela shrugged. "Unless he had a thing for authority figures in costumes before and I just never noticed it, yeah."

"Huh?" Sometimes even Sam couldn't keep up with this place. "Marty? I thought he was anti-authority."

"Maybe not if they wear blue," Angela said glumly. "Or not if they're superheroes." She leaned forward conspiratorially. "I think he wants a father figure."

Blue? Superheroes? She stared and leaned forward. "And he decided Dean Tick was a good choice?"

Angela nodded vehemently. "I just figured it out today. He tried to distract me by babbling about leather bikinis. Freak."

"Leather bikinis?" Sam blinked a lot.

"It was freaky!" Angela said. "I have no idea how his mind works any more. Boys suck."

Sam reached out to pat Angela on the arm. "And they don't get better with age."

Comforting wasn't Sam's best thing.

"I'm giving up now," Angela decided. "Can you become a nun if you aren't even Catholic?"

She was aware this wasn't exactly how Ms. Roslin wanted them to do the quiz, but she didn't care.

"Um...I don't think so." Sam was currently happy she didn't have to address the virginity issue. Plus, Marty's behavior sounded alien to Sam.

"Oh." Angela looked crestfallen. "Maybe I could talk to that dun in town abotu converting."

She stroked her chin. "Or! I could be like that doctor, in the movie with the gorillas, and run off and live in the jungle. Diane something."

"Fosse?" Sam asked, "Or is that the choreographer?"

"It's something like that," Angela said, twirling her pen. "Maybe she spelled it different? Anyhow, I bet gorillas never decide they're in love with ... okay, what's the equivalent of Dean Tick if you're a gorilla?"

"A gorilla in blue spandex?"

That got Angela to giggle. "A very large goilla in blue spandex," she amended. "And now I'm curious where a gorilla would find spandex."

Sam grinned. "Where does anybody find spandex?"

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