How to Annoy Your Teachers (And Not Get Turned Into Animals) [Week 3, Period 2]

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

It's another day at the main campfire for John's class. He's got a doughnut in one hand and...a doughnut in the other. What? Growing boy and all. After everyone made their way over and found a seat, John put his snacks down and rubbed his hands together.

"First of all, let's see your homework if you did it," he said. "Show me your amazing skills at annoying all the teachers you can. And I hope," he said and eyed Sokka, "no one threw bombs this time. Some teachers might be women but they could still snap my neck."

He waited until homework turned in before going into today's lesson.

"Today, we're going to learn about one of the first things that I ever used to try to annoy a teacher here with. Making up a different persona is fun. You can let your imagination run wild, pardon the cliché, and be just about anyone or anything. In fact, the more outlandish, the better. When you use this technique, props are optional but encouraged. For instance, if you're going to be a pirate? Bring a stuffed parrot or a hook for a hand. Seeing your commitment to Sparkle Motion the character's only going to make the teacher more eyerolly than he or she already is. And keep in character. Throughout the entire class, don't let the character drop. Sign in with your made up name, talk in an accent, answer questions according to the character you have chosen. The key to this method is endurance. Don't let the teacher's glares make you drop character."

He paused for a moment. "You're still not allowed to throw bombs for this one. Don't be a mad bomber what bombs at midnight, please. If the teacher starts to question you, just stay in character, pretend they are the delusional one and perhaps offer them the use of some psychiatric services. That's always fun."

John looked around the room, trying to picture what each student might make up. "So, for today's assignment, I want you to make up a quick character. One the spot, make it up and talk to me with that persona. I'll ask you some basic questions, try to get you to drop character and see how you do. And no throwing bombs at me either."

"For your homework, I want you to make up a character for one of your classes and stick with it the entire time. See how long it takes the teacher to notice, how long it takes them to get annoyed and how they might try to force you to drop your character. Stay strong though!"

[OOC: Homework can be handwavy, just don't use specific teacher names if you handwave so as not to mod something that shouldn't be modded. Again, you don't get in trouble if you tell the teacher John sent you. Also, fellow teachers who have been annoyed? Feel free to confront John in the appropriate thread! Have fun!]

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Assignment

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

Make up a character and go wild! John will ping in and put you to the test.

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[vkandis-son.livejournal.com]

Karal rubbed his forehead, but he'd had all that practice being annoying last night. Surely this couldn't be as bad as that was.

He finally decided to be one of the most irritating things he'd ever encountered. An over-privileged, spoiled highborn. With a bit of effort he managed to sneer and lounge back in his chair, rolling his eyes as if all this were beneath him as he looked expectantly at John.

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[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Hello," John said. "What's your name?"

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[vkandis-son.livejournal.com]

"Should you really be addressing me in such a familiar tone?" he asked, arching one eyebrow while he cringed inside.

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[lovesrenoir.livejournal.com]

Animal blinked for a moment as the assignment sunk in.

(Which for Animal is pretty remarkable.)

He then disappeared for a few minutes and returned wearing a lab coat and his hair on his head was sticking straight up.

He looked at John and in his highest whiny voice went "MEEE! MEEE! MEEE!"

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[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"You you you!" John repeated. "Got a name? Or is MEE your name?"

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[the_merriest]

Rikku thought for a minute and then bounced up. "I'll be right back, honest."

She dashed into Kraken and grabbed a few supplies - namely, sunglasses, high heels, and a scarf to wrap around her neck.

She sauntered back to the campfire (with minimal wobbling ... stupid heels) and sat down with the best air that she could, sighing loudly at the inconvenience of being here.

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[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John grinned and said, "And what's your name?"

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[wannabehunter]

Still looking like she wanted the ground to swallow her whole, Jo ran off then returned wearing a black bedsheet much like a robe, and a haughty scowl.

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[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Hello," John said. "What's your name?"

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[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Annette made a quick trip, as fast as she could go while limping, to her cabin. She grabbed a white sheet and cut holes out for her eyes and mouth and then draped it over her, covering herself completely.

Coming back, she stood still and said in a tiny voice, "Boo."

It might not be original, but at least she was perfectly hidden from everyone. Yes.

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[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

Amused, John asked, "Are you a ghost?"

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[notajar]

Door slips off to the nearest open doorway and opens a door back to the dorms. After raiding her closet for an outfit she hadn't thought to pack to take to the cabins with her, then refurbishing her hat with fresh supplies, she returns in minutes.

And waits innocently in her seat.

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[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Wow," John said, blinking. "What's your name?"

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[henryoredward.livejournal.com]

Edward's face curled into a grinch grin at the words "different personna." He tied his hair back (like Henry's), smoothed his collar and shirt to make it neat (like Henry's), and tried to assume a quiet disposition (also like Henry's). He still didn't look anything like his real alternate personna, but Edward was aiming to parody, not emulate.

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[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Hello," John said. "What's your name?"

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[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

Evie frowned, and tried to think of someone to pretend to be to irritate teachers. Hmmm. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm. "Oh!"

She ran out, then came back in with a blonde wig on, and sat down in her chair. Then giggled, high-pitched and silly. "Hello hello hello hello!"

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[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Hi," John said, quirking an eyebrow. "What's your name?"

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[fat-halpert.livejournal.com]

Jim ran off to grab his Noblet costume - minus the jacket - and glued his hair down with some godawful product. He then thought about everything that he could ever find annoying in a person. This would be that person.

"Question. What is the point of this exercise? Answer. It is meant to waste my time by forcing me to deal with people less suited to survival than me."

[OOC: Hello, laziness!]

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[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John started laughing before he could stop himself. "And who're you?"

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[halfshell-hero.livejournal.com]

Oh, Mikey had it made in the shade.
"Be right back!"

He dashed off to Keroppi Cabin and when he returned, he was wearing a large fursuit turtle head, a pair of foamy oversize nunchucks in his hands.

"COWABUNGA CARL IS HERE! WHO'S THE BIRTHDAY BOY?"

This was supremely easy when one already had a persona to work with.

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[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Yesterday was mine," John said, amusement in his voice.

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[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Ninja-ing had taken a lot out of Sokka, so his inventiveness was low.

Fortunately, there was a personal hero-turned-enemy of his that he could always fall back on.

He stood up with a roar, ripped off his shirt, and started making muscles and posing.

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[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John stared.

And stared.

And said, "Um. Who're you?"

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[blackmagic-eve.livejournal.com]

Eve didn't even have to think about it before she had her character. She sat back in her chair and waited to be called on.

When in doubt, pretend to be your own cousin. Savannah would be proud.