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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"When it comes to getting your food, you can help yourself," Mac replied simply.

"Wow, you're not very helpful or entertaining." he said.

Mac, currently trying to remember whether this is actually graded and whether arguing with her helpdesk caller would count against her GPA.

"Making cookies and acting as your personal entertainment system was not part of this assignment," she said stubbornly.

"You're assigment was to help me. And I asked you to help entertain me." said Dick. "Now tell me a story!"

He was having way too much fun with this.

"A story?" Mac said incredulously. "What are you, five?"

"You're never too old for a story." he says. "Now come on. Story me up."

"Once apon a time there was an irritating dude on the end of the phone," Mac started. "He was, well, a total pain. And you know how it ends?"

She continued without waiting to hear an answer. "It ends with the girl on the helpdesk finding someone who can kill you with their brain."

Dick sighed. "You can only threaten to kill me so many times, Mackie. Now I just don't believe you anymore."

"I've never thre--" Mac frowned. "Mackie?"

Dick snickered. "What, do you prefer Cindy?"

And only now she figures out why that voice is so damn familiar. She wasn't even going to deem that question worthy of a response.

"It's a pity there's really no way to make your name worse," she said, frowning slightly.

"I'm sure there is a way." said Dick. "You just lack creativity."

"And you lack braincells," she replied. "We all have to deal with some little problems."

"Hey! You're not supposed to insult the people who are calling for help."

"You insulted me first," Mac pointed out. Yep, she's feeling very mature today with her 'you started it' response.

"I'm allowed to. I'm the one that's not working." he said. "You're supposed to be nice to me."

God, he loved to be annoying.

Mac grumbled under her breath. She really couldn't deny that one.

"Fine. I'm sure you have some braincells somewhere," she allowed.

"Now was that so hard?" he asked. "Maybe you won't get a horrible grade on this assignment after all."

"If I'd had anyone else but you call in I might have got a perfect grade," Mac said.

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