fandomhigh | Superheroing- Tuesday, April 10- 2nd period

When the class gets in today, Captain Liberty doesn't waste any time in things like, you know, waiting for them to sit down or anything. "Inevitably, when you start getting out into the superhero business, you have to deal with people. Namely other people. Teammates. Sidekicks. They're a natural part of the whole thing. Sometimes it works out well, and sometimes you end up looking back on things and wondering what happened to your life and how you ended up with these people."

Realizing belatedly that that might sound bad, Captain Liberty perks up and says, "But sometimes it's kind of cool. So today you're going to put together your own crack team. Which is not necessarily a team on crack. Find a partner. Talk for a little bit about what it is the other person has to offer and how they can help you. Figure out how you can get the teamwork going. Then find another person to talk to about the same thing. If you and the first person know you want to work together and want another teammate, talk to the next person togegther.

"By the end of class, report back to me with one or two people in your team. Don't just pick your friends. That's lame and boring. If groups are uneven, I'll pair you together, or I'll work with someone. Next week you're going to be in the Danger Shop- remember, costumes- and fighting off a bad guy in these teams you pick, so make it a good group. Any questions? Then happy networking."

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"It's how I figured out I had powers in the first place," Peter said. "I thought I was going crazy. Turns out I was wrong. Lucky for me."

"You don't like it?"

"Oh no, I do," Peter said. "I had this feeling like I was meant to be something special. That's why I came to Fandom in the first place. But some folks back home thought I was losing my mind. So when I started copying powers without knowing it, I thought they might be right."

"Yay for you not being nuts!" Miley shook her head. "Have you gone back to where you're from to tell them that you're not not crazy?"

"I sent my brother Nathan a 'told you so' bouquet," Peter replied with a grin.

"That rocks." Miley laughed.

"I'm the younger brother," Peter said. "It's my job to make sure he doesn't get too cocky."

"I have the same job with my big brother." Miley nodded. "It's little sibling law to take them down a peg or two."

"Exactly!" Peter said, glad she understood. "They get to do things first and be extremely type-A, we get to make sure nobody forgets when they slept with a stuffed animal."

"Or to always show wee naked butt pictures to whoever they're dating." Miley nodded. "Bonus points if the picture has them sucking their thumb at the same time."

"Nathan's got the edge with that," Peter said. "He plans ahead like you wouldn't believe."

"He sounds way worse than Jackson." Miley grinned. "He describes himself as more of a lover than a thinker."

"I didn't have the heart to tell him that the lyrics were actually 'fighter'."

Peter snickered. "Could've been worse? Could've described himself as a pullover?"

"Don't give him any suggestions, he's very easily swayed." Miley giggled.

Peter gave it some thought. "I'm a clover, I'm not tighter."

"Good one." Miley giggled. "Though it makes me think of tighty whiteys."

"I'm a pushover, not a flyer?" Peter suggested.

"Much better." Miley nodded. "I bet if I re-recorded that song and sent it to my brother it would take about 3 minutes before he'd be using that line on the beach."

"You're good with computers?" Peter guessed, having no idea about Miley's other talents. "Rip the song and mix it around a bit?"

[ooc: home stretch at work, if I vanish for a bit that's why]

"Umm...no." Miley shook her head. "I know enough to check my email and that's it. But I know...uh...a guy with a studio so it shouldn't be hard to manage."

"Ahhh, nerdy friends." Peter nodded sagely. "Good to have around. I'm mostly a putterer myself. I can load up an iPod but don't ask me to fix anything. Not with computers anyway."

"Can you fix things other than computers?"

"I'm hoping to be a nurse," Peter said. He gave a wry smile. "Can't always rely on waiting for somebody with super powers to stand next to me, you know? I want to help people even if I'm on my own."