fandomhigh | Sanitary Living [period 5, Tuesday]

Oh, please, like Hannelore would even consider holding her class outside. There was dirt there.

"Hey," she said, as her students filed into the Danger Shop -- which was made up to look like a perfectly white, sterile classroom, and which she had carefully scrubbed and disinfected as best she could before they arrived. "Um. My name's Hannelore Ellicott-Chatham. You can call me Hannelore. Or, uh, some of my friends call me Hanners. You can call me that. 'Hey you,' works too. Um, this is Winslow."

What looked like an oversized, somewhat humanoid iPod waved. "Salutations!"

"He's an AnthroMac, and he helps me out. Um, so welcome to...class. I've never taught anything before. So, um, why don't we start by going around and saying hi, and stuff, okay? Say, uh, your name, how old you are, what you want to get out of the workshop, and...um, your favorite cleaning product, okay?"

She rocked on her heels. "Um, I can start? I'm Hannelore, like I said. I'm twenty-five, I love my Roomba more than most people love their parents, and I hope to get, um, a bunch of people who understand what 'clean' means, like I do." She paused, and added. "By the way, I have severe Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder. In case you can't tell."

After everyone had introduced themselves, Hannelore smiled. Kinda. Smiled twitchily, anyway. "Okay, so here's what we're doing today." She pulled out a bag, and from it pulled eight bags of plain M&M's, which she handed (okay, tossed, because soooo not risking touching these people) out, along with napkins. "I want you to sort these in whatever way makes the most sense to you. Color, numbers, shapes -- they're not all the same size circle, believe me, I checked -- whether the M is printed correctly, whatever. I wanna see what you think is logical, 'cause it'll help me later, okay? Don't eat them until I've checked, please? And I have wet naps and gloves so your hands don't get chocolatey, because ewww."

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[~~waaaaaaaait for the OCD, which I really should make more ridiculous than it will be.~~ It's up! Play at will!]

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As class finished, a not-so-bouncy Al Bhed girl with a cat-filled messenger bag walked up to front, smiling a little when she recognized the instructor. "Oh! Hi! It's you, from the counting store!"

"The girl with the bag of things!" Hannelore said in recognition. "Hi! Are you in my class? Because it's kind of over."

"Hi!" Rikku smiled. "And no, I'm not, but he is." She turned slightly to indicate the kitty who was now contentedly napping in the bag. "He's not usually a cat, though. Honest."

Hannelore twitched. "Um. What is he usually? Does he shed?"

"A kitty!" Winslow said happily. "Hello, kitty!"

"N-no!" Rikku said, flailing quickly. "He's usually just a guy. He skateboards a lot, blond kinda flippy hair? He just, uh, turned into a cat on Sunday. I guess it happens here a lot? Usually wears off like after a week."

She smiled and waved to Winslow. "Oh, wow, I totally forgot to say hi to you. Hi! Did you get your sock?"

"It is cozy and magenta," Winslow told her happily.

"Okay," Hannelore replied carefully. "Um. That's fine, as long as he's not furry next week. He's probably all...sheddy."

"He should totally be okay by then," Rikku nodded. "I just didn't want him getting detention or something 'cause he didn't come. That's my fault. Oh! This is Jude. So yeah."

She grinned at Winslow. "I bet it is! Oh! I totally almost forgot!"

She suddenly fished through her leg pouch, which had returned to its usual state of chaos, and rambled a bit. "You, uh, the sorting thing? It ended up helping me a lot. 'Cause something was right on top where I needed to find it and ... if it hadn't been I might have used something else and ... it was kinda perfect for what I needed and I think it might have saved my life. So thank you." She finally pulled two objects out of her pouch and zippered it closed again. "But I didn't know how to say thank you or anything, 'cept this."

She held out two AnthroMac socks, in lime green and bright orange.

Hannelore stared. "Saved your...wow. That is so going on our website."

She took the AnthroMac socks, and Winslow bounced happily. "THEY ARE BEAUTIFUL AND MAGNIFICENT! THANK YOU!"

Rikku nodded to Hannelore. "Really. I was in a weird space-thing and my Blessed Gems were right on top and that's Holy, it's super-powerful white magic and instead of just grabbing whatever explosive was closest I took that and that's what blew me out of an interdimensional nul-space. That kinda had a creepy monster thing in it. Seriously gross, too."

And she clapped her hands, giggling at Winslow. "They're awesome! You'll be neon day-glo super bright and cozy all the time. Hey, I had to do something, yeah?"

"You're like if Raven went blonde and did something other than shill coffee and listen to bad music," Hannelore said, staring.

"I will be easy to locate!" Winslow said happily, inspecting the socks.

"Is ... that a good thing?" Rikku asked. "And you bet, Winslow. If you added a few swirls and belts, we might have to call you an Al Bhed."

"Sure, it's a good thing," Hannelore said, nodding. It wasn't, exactly, but at least Raven was nice.

"I will be one for Halloween!" Winslow declared.

Rikku smiled at both of them. "Okay, cool. And Winslow? I'll totally help with that if you want."

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