fandomhigh | Dealing With Stupid People [Monday, May 21]

When the students in the workshop arrived at the tables by the main campfire, they found them covered with phones.

"Welcome to the help desk!" Josh said, grinning proudly. "People are very stupid over the phone, especially when they know you can't see the expression on their faces. This is also why video conferences aren't as popular as regular conference calls--hiding your eyerolling is easier when, well, they can't see your eyes."

He waved his hands out. "Today you will be manning a help desk. I have ~~handwavily~~ put out posters to let people know that it's open during this class time, so the phones should start ringing any minute now. Your job is to answer the person's question in the most polite way possible without letting them know you think they are completely out of their minds."

"Coffee, muffins and bagels are available, answering their questions correctly is completely optional." Josh smirked. "Have fun."

[OOC: Phone lines are open for townies, students, and faculty members to call in. Josh has conveniently forgotten to specify what kind of help the students would offer. Ask for relationship advice, song requests, technical support, people to vote for or against bills in Congress, just to say hi...go nuts.

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Ronan couldn't help it -- he laughed. "No, no, I am definitely not having an affair with your mother. Or anyone else, for that matter." He paused. "And, also, murders like that get solved all of the time, so it's hardly a fool-proof execution." He considered that. "Solution. Fool-proof solution."

"I don't know, sounds to me like you might be trying to cover up your French accent. What do you see in her anyway? Uhg, that's just creepy. You know she drinks don't you? And who'd think an innocent teenage girl would whack a French pool dude? I happen to like French pool dudes. So what color are your eyes?"

Annette might be having just a little bit of fun here.

That she hadn't responded angrily to her laughter was a good sign, so Ronan decided to have a little fun. He put on the absolute worst French accent he could manage, and said, "Zen you have found me out, and I shall be very certain to leave a note informing the authorities of your plans to kill me. Zerefore, eet eez to your benefit to not kill me, for any attempts to do so will fall back upon you."

He paused. "Also, my eyes are blue."

She giggled behind her hand, "Pierre! I am so glad I finally found you! You must tell me when we can meet. I have missed you and your long black silky hair, so. Our little plan worked, didn't it? You are so smart! I knew the moment someone said brown or hazel, I wouldn't have my Pierre. Now, what do you want me to wear? The blue to match your eyes? Or the red, because you like it so very very much?"

"I would much rather see you in zee red, ma cherie." Ronan was definitely having fun with this. "And zen we can danse zee night away."

"And the red is so long and flowing, dipping perfectly in all the right places. But Pierre," she lowered her voice to a whisper again, "do you not remember what happened, the last time I wore the red?"

"Ah, how could I forget? Do you not wish to repeat that... encounter?"

"Are you crazy? And get peed on again by that yappy little dog of yours? Pierre, you're going to have to leave him home this time. That gown cost me a fortune to have cleaned." Pause. "Your going to leave him home, right?"

Ronan snorted, but tried to cover it as a cough. "Alas, my poor puppy has gone on to little doggie heaven. To the eternal kennel in zee sky." Insert fake sniff here.

"I can't help it, I'm not sorry. That little thing was a pain in my ass. Now," she cleared her throat, doing her best not to bust out laughing. "Where are we going to meet so we can do the you know, and then the you know, and then later with the omigod yes, you know? And do you still want me to bring the you know? I can't help but feel a little apprehensive here. I think you should sing me a song. Our song."

Ronan paused. "Our song?" he said, his fake French accent faltering a bit. "You wish me to sing our song? Ah, perhaps I can sing it to you when we meet! Later. In the Preserve."

"The Preserve is where you wish to meet then? Are you certain it is private enough? And...Pookie, I'm feeling so lonely, maybe just one line? One simple line?"

"Who needs privacy when you have love? Don't you remember our vow, our sacred vow, to love each other under the stars? I wish to love you there again, my love. I wish to love you under the stars."

Blink. Oh dear lord. "You're so romantic, Pierre! I cannot wait until this evening! It is this evening, right?"

Hah. That's what you get. "Upon checking my social calendar, I note that my first opening is... December 17th, 2012. At 7PM?"

She laughed, hard, and had to cover the mouth piece so he couldn't hear.

Taking a deep breath, she got back on, "Right! I forgot about these little time warp dimension things. So...let's see...December 17th, 2012 is...really...uh, tomorrow night! I was only off a night. I am a quick learner I tell you. And remember honey, wear those pink manly tights I love so well. And the black studded collar! And most of all, remember to ask me Who's your daddy!"

"..." Ronan couldn't take it any more. He hung up.

Click.

Annette laughed for probably the next twenty minutes. She loved prank phone calls!

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