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Adventuring Survival Tactics, Period 4, A Classroom, 2/2/07

Today, the classroom had pillows. Lots and lots of pillows. The Doctor was standing, with a smug grin on his face. When everyone had gathered, he spoke.

"Sex. If you're going to get all righteous and uptight on me, you're officially excused out the door right now and you can go watch Davey and Goliath clips on YouTube or whatever it is you boring people do. Anyone leaving?"

He paused, just in case anyone did.

"Now this isn't your stupid and silly tab a into slot b lesson. That... well, frankly, that's boring. I'm sure Mr. Harkness could share his expertise for multiple, well, yes, I'm not here to talk about what two humans can do with their block and tackle, right? This is about what happens when you get really friendly with a nice blue girl with mandibles or a scaly fellow who doesn't have lips. So now, please bear with me."

And then the doctor launched into a lengthy lecture. With gestures. Dolls and bizzare plushies as Visual aids. And some possibly psychologically scarring content about what one does with horns, mandibles, scales, tails, and, of course, tentacles.

"So now, pair up, one of you pretend to be a creature with different physiology, and chat each other up. If you need some ideas, there's some ~~tentacle porn~~ magazines under some of the pillows. No actual sex in my classroom, please. I'd get sacked, and that would be a bad thing. So... go ahead and do what comes naturally, eh?"

[ooc: ~~Wait for~~ OCD is up, my friends.]

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Isabel had run back to her room between classes to check on Greg. He was still sleeping and if possible, a little less substantial. Worried, Isabel planned on hitting the library after class.

Then she looked around for a partner and saw a mostly transparent and very unhappy looking Jack. "Oh crap," Isabel muttered, sinking down to sit next to him. "Are you okay?"

He was freezing, he was exhausted, and he was starting to be scared again. "Not really. Izzy?" he asked, drawing his knees up in front of him and looking thoroughly miserable. "Don't take this the wrong way, but can I sit inside you?"

"Oh sweetie," she murmured, trying to rub his shoulder and frowning when her hand went through him. "Why do you need to sit inside me? I think that's taking the Doctor's project a bit too far don't you?" Isabel teased to cover her worry.

Jack managed a smile, helped by the moment of warmth from her hand passing through him. "You know how much I want a good grade in this class." He shivered and inched closer. "I'm cold, down to the bones. If someone's," he tried to find a less suggestive way to explain it, "occupying the same space as me, it's not as bad."

"Well in that case," Isabel said, leering slightly, but panicking inside. "Is this when I'm supposed to invite you to jump my bones?"

He chuckled, knowing she was trying to make him relax. "Now that's cruel, waiting until I can't do anything about it to finally ask me."

Jack leaned sideways, shivering as he made contact, as he passed through her, ending curled on the floor, only his feet, shoulders and head not hidden inside Isabel. He sighed and closed his eyes briefly. He was warm again. "Is that okay?"

"That's fine," she promised. "Does it help?" Out of habit Isabel tried to brush his hair back, only to see her hand fall through his head. "Okay, that's just freaky. Whatever's going on, it got Greg to."

"It helps. It helps a lot. I know it's strange, but it does." He didn't know why, maybe his missing body heat was being replaced with hers, and he didn't care. He was warm. "Is Greg dealing okay?"

"He was sleeping the last time I checked on him," she said. "What's happening? He said something about black things?"

"Shadows." Jack swallowed. This was getting to him where almost nothing ever did, and he wasn't sure why. "They, I don't know, attacked. Sam said it sounded like energy transference, because they were faster afterwards."

"She would know," Isabel nodded. "I take it she knows then?"

"Yeah. I went to her, she called Cedric," and he had to smile, "they kept me between them last night, like this. Kept me warm, let me sleep. Sam's really the one who figured out that this made things better."

"Good for them," she smiled. "And I'm glad to do my part. Hell, technically I suppose this could count fof the class. Hopefully I'm getting you warm."

"You're getting me warm," he laughed. "Getting me hot, even. And this would be a great example. How to have fun with an unsubstantial friend. Besides," he added dismissively. "I've done most of those others."

"Jack, I'm a bit worried about the mental images I'm getting now," Isabel laughed. "You know, Greg was able to get himself to solidify a bit if he concentrated." She held out her hand. "Want to try?" Because it would make her feel better if she could touch him.

"Is that a pick up line? Hey baby, want to solidify with me?" But he lifted one hand, jaw tightening with the effort he was putting into it, and managed to brush his fingers against hers.

Isabel hooked one finger with his and held on tightly. "Well you're supposed to be chatting me up. I suppose it beats Come here often?"

It wasn't easy, but he was stubborn, and he managed to wrap his hand around her finger. "As often as possible." He grinned up at her, glancing down then back up. "I'm thinking stimulating conversation is going to be the key here. I could tell you how beautiful and sexy you are, and how you inspire me to great lengths."

"Not dirty?" she snickered. "And I suppose I can say that you've gotten inside me in ways that no one else ever has."

"Definitely dirty," he laughed, feeling much more relaxed. He twisted slightly, so he was more on his back than his side, and put the hand not holding hers under his head. "That's because I'm talented, unlike some people, I can give you the whole package."

Isabel looked down at where Jack was blended through her. "You know, sometimes the innuendo just writes itself."

"I'm not sure there's anything more we can add to it." He focused and managed to squeez her finger. "Thanks, Izzy," he said softly. "And I'd totally go home with you if I was an insubstantial person in a bar."

"You have totally gone home with me from a bar," Isabel said with a soft smile. "And were a perfect gentleman. Don't forget that."

"Well, not quite a perfect gentleman, but I did." He smiled a little and squeezed harder, the memory no longer tainted by what the Time Agency had done. "And I'd do it again."

"Good to know should I ever mix up my drinks again," she laughed, holding his hand perhaps a little too tightly.

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