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Home Economics, Tuesday, period 1, week 6

"Good morning, children," Emma greeted the students. "Today we are going to practice for the midterm. You will spend the midterm working in groups for the school Chef. You will prepare the food, serve it and clean up and otherwise do as the Chef commands." She pointed towards the blackboard. "The groups are here, please take note of your day."

She gestured towards the tables. "Pick a table. On the table will be ingredients for normal lunch type foods. Prepare the foods. When done, you will taste to foods to prove to me that they are indeed edible."

As with classes, all you have to do for the midterm is sign in on the right day in the lunch thread.
OCD is up.

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Alec bleated and skittered behind Dean. Not because he was afraid (totally not), but because it seemed like the thing to do right then.

Emma tilted her head. "I don't speak goat. Was that a yes or a no?" She reached out with her mind towards Alec the goat, who might be seeing tendrils of pink energy as a result.

Alec watched them get closer, standing utterly still. It was a completely artificial calm, but it meant he wasn't running away at least, even as the tendrils reached him and Emma's mind touched his.

Emma was unsurprised to see I'm a good goat I am humming through Alec's mind accompanied by the mental image of Alec on parade rest. "What?" Emma said out loud and searched deeper, intrigued.

Pain, obey, pain, "who are you?", pain, loyalty unquestioning, pain, always the undercurrent of pain.

"Brutes," Emma said furiously.

Even without any powers, Dean could feel the unease and fear rolling off Alec and he turned and knelt beside him, resting a hand reassuringly on Alec's neck.

He frowned up at Emma at her exclamation. "Who? Did someone do this to him?"

"Hmm?" Emma said absently. "Oh, right."

Show me, she said gently into Alec's mind. She walked away from the horror show and into the forest. There was running - a chase? - and hooves and then they stopped and a satyr was laughing at her.

Emma blinked and all the traces of pink faded from Alec's mind. "Oh you have got to be kidding me."

"What?" Dean asked looking up at Emma worriedly. The hand he had resting on Alec's neck may have subconsciously slid down so it was more like a hug. "What did you see?"

Alec was panting a little and tense, but seemed all right otherwise. He blinked owlishly and looked up at Dean, then at Emma, confused.

"A satyr did it," Emma said dryly.

Dean blinked. He looked at Alec. "Dude, tell me you didn't have sex with a satyr."

Alec bleated a protest - he totally did not have sex this time!

Emma shook her head. "I don't think so. I think he was hunting the satyr for some obscure reason which I'm sure made perfect sense at the time."

"Dude, you've been hanging with me all this time and you still think hunting things you know nothing about is a good idea?" Dean asked Alec. "You're lucky you just ended up a goat."

Alec tried to look cute, which wasn't too difficult, and innocent, which was nigh impossible even as a goat.

Emma raised an eyebrow at Alec. "I do not know how to turn him back, though. Perhaps it will wear off?"

Dean thought about it. "Satyrs and the like are more known for mischief than true damage," he said. "So the odds are good it will."

Alec sighed in relief, ears drooping slightly.

"How long it lasts will probably depend on how badly you pissed it off," Dean continued. "So hopefully you weren't too irritating."

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