fandomhigh | Tuesday May, 15 - Period 4

When the students came upon the main campfire Tuesday afternoon they would see a nervous looking man sitting on a park bench. The nervousness might be due to this being his first day teaching or it could be due to the fact that Buster had a fear of open spaces. Buster also had a fear of closed spaces so either way he'd probably be like this every morning. Some might notice he’s going to extreme measures to not actually look anybody in the face. All would definitely notice instead of a left hand he had a hook.

"Heeeeeeeeey students." said Buster, standing up from his chair. He looked at the students warily. "My name is Buster Bluth and I’ll be teaching you this workshop this summer. I hope you have as much fun learning as I will teaching!"

He let out a painfully awkward laugh that made it clear he’d much rather be someplace else. "We’ll be covering a lot of subjects during this workshop. I changed my major twenty-one times in college so I know quite a lot about this and that. But it’s still going to be fun! I know all about fun!" He didn’t.

"Really, I hope you find something you're interested in. People with few interests and goals in life either end up performing cheap magical illusions in a run-down bar or they end up living with their mother and adopted Korean brother." said Buster, looking at the students gravely. "Their alcoholic, pill popping, horny mother."

"Um. Okay. My T.A. is over there." said Buster, pointing his hook towards Warren. "He’ll be passing out the syllabuses…syllabi…is that right?"

Buster shrugged. "Anyways, I figure today we can start off with some introductions since I don’t know any of you and you all certainly don’t know me. Just tell me your name, your favorite drink and something interesting about yourself. I’ll go first! I’m Buster, I love juice and my father recently escaped from prison! But then he got arrested in Mexico. Then he faked his death and escaped again!"

"Okay! Who’s next? How about you?" he said, pointing his hook at a student. "T.A. you introduce yourself too."

Buster smiled along and added his comments to each student as they introduced themselves. When the last student went he clapped his hands together. "Ow! Ouch. That stings. Well, I think that’s about enough for today."

"It was fun meeting you all and I’ll be here if any of you have any questions about the syllabus or anything. Till then!" Buster slammed his hook into his desk out of excitement and the prosthetic limb popped off. Buster stared at the desk and then at the class in horror.

"I’M A MONSTER!!!!"

He whimpered and curled up in a ball onto the floor. He'd be there for a while.

((~~Please wait for~~ OCD threads are up!))

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Shawn's jaw dropped a little. "I didn't think seals ate people," he said.

"I know it! Can you imagine a people eating seal? Do they even make those? I thought they were cute and slippery and just played in the water for fun."

"Maybe we've been misled?" Shawn suggested. "I guess that's possible, right?"

"Possibly. We are here in Fandom." Which makes sense. "I hate to be scared of seals now. I won't want to try and get close at the zoo anymore."

"Avoiding swimming in the ocean might also be an idea," Shawn added. "As that's their natural habitat and everything."

"Dang. And I was really growing to like the ocean. Tori was going to teach me how to surf. Now I have to worry about losing a limb or something. Oh, what if it just got my toes? That would be really ugly."

"I don't think you're actually going to lose limb if you go swimming," Shawn said, he didn't want to put her off if she liked that kind of thing, after all. "He strikes me as the kind of person who would have stuff like that happen, you don't."

"I can always go swimming in the pool. I can see the bottom. I like seeing the bottom."

Annette cut her eyes back at Mr. Bluth. "He's sort of flaily like isn't he?"

"Flaily like, fits," Shawn agreed. "He's just... kind of awkward. We're probably not supposed to feel bad for him, are we?"

Annette shrugged, "I don't know. I kind of can't help it. Did you hear what he said about his own mother? Whoa." Course, her mother liked to drink lately too. The horny part she just didn't even want to think about.

Shawn pulled a face. "Yeah... maybe, it's because he has parent issues that he's so weird," he suggested.

"I think so too, Shawn. Perhaps we should try to be encouraging. I have a feeling he might not have that many friends."

"So... we try to be nice?" Shawn said, "I think we can do that."

"Clearly it would be for his benefit. He's missing a hand. That's got to be hard on a person. I wouldn't know what to do with a hook. I mean, can you imagine accidentally forgetting you even had the hook and you go to scratch yourself? Ow."

"Geez, yeah. Ow." Shawn frowned. "I think re-growing hands is one of those things I just can't do," he said thoughtfully. "Not that I've ever tried."

That's right. Shawn was a healer. She'd have to remember that next time Turtle kicked the crap out of her shin.

"But don't they make fake hands for people these days? I wonder why he would want a claw, er, hook? I wonder if he acts like he does just for show and really just wants to scare the crap out of us?"

"He must be a really good actor," Shawn commented. "Because, it doesn't seem at all like he's doing that at all."

"I know it," she sighed. "I'm just trying to talk myself into believing something different. I'm probably going to be creeped out with each and every Potpourri workshop."

"It's only seven weeks," Shawn said optimistically. "Then you get to be creeped out by another weird teacher, probably."

She raised her hands in the air, "Yay?"

"Yay," Shawn confirmed with a grin. "Think of it as a learning experience. You'll know best to deal with weird people by the end of it."

She nodded, "And maybe how to feel sorry for them and avoid them at the same time. Oh. That sounded really selfish, didn't it?" Her bad.

Shawn chuckled and shook his head. "It's understandable, really. I think I might be doing the same."

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