Interdisciplinary Studies or whatever, Friday, Period 3

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In front of the campfire was a large green blackboard. And in front of the chalkboard was Squall.

But he ignored the chalkboard this session.


"Welcome to class," he said, once everyone was there. "If you're not here for Interdisciplinary Studies, then leave." He gave them all a weak grin. "We've got a small group this time, so -- I dunno. That's good, right? I can spend more time teaching you stuff you want to learn and whatever. I'm your teacher, Squall Leonhart."

Squall shrugged and looked around.

"All right, we might as well get the next part over with. Let's all do the whole touchy-feely thing of going around and telling everyone your name and something you like. And -- what did I do last time? Your favorite kind of animal, I think. That's good enough, right?. Go on." He pointed at someone randomly. "You. Start."

Squall paced back and forth while everyone rattled off crap about themselves, and then stood back up at the chackboard.

"So. I know stuff; you don't. In this class, I'm going to teach you stuff. Important stuff. Or whatever. Stuff you should probably know by now, but a lot of you don't. I've got stuff planned, a whole syllabus and things, but we've only got a few weeks together. And I just did it all with the last group of kids, so it's kind of old. And, like I said, small group. So."

He looked around.

"What do YOU want to learn? Go on, don't be shy. Anything. Tell me. So long as it doesn't suck."

After that mess was over with, he held up his hands. "Okay, kids. So. Now it's time for your first lesson. This is a quick one, but it's the most important one you'll ever learn."

He folded his arms and looked each of them in the eye before going on.

"Trust. All of you will end up in situations where you need to trust people. Trust them to do something, say whatever, be your friend, get your back in a fight, you know. And you can trust most people with the little things, and you can trust most people to follow orders. But what I want you to tell me is, with the BIG things, the important things, the REAL things..."



He looked around at the students.

"Who can you trust?"

[Yes, I know, it's mostly a C+P. And it's late. Urk. Wait for OCD, and then I'll stop sucking, I promise. OCD is up and ready.]

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Sign in

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All collapsey or whatever.

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Ronan Nolan

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Jenny Sparks

Introduce yourselves

[whatever-sucks.livejournal.com]

That touchy-feeling thing of your name, something you like, and, I dunno, your favorite animal or something. Go.

Re: Introduce yourselves

[not_in_the_book]

"I'm Ronan." He shrugged. "Something I like? ... Guinness. And I'm particularly fond of scarlet macaws."

Re: Introduce yourselves

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"Guinness, really?" Squall asked, with a shrug. "Hmmph. That's just a kind of beer, isn't it?"

Re: Introduce yourselves

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"My name is Jenny, and I also happen to like Guinness, along with pretty much any other kind of alcohol. Except raki. And I like cigarettes. My favorite kind of animal...I dunno, I guess cats are all right?"

Re: Introduce yourselves

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Squall shrugged. "I like you."

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"I'm Alec, and I'd have to go with scotch as my drink of choice. My favorite animal would be anything that eats kittens."

Re: Introduce yourselves

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Squall raised an eyebrow. "...And you're this session's class clown, aren't you?"

Choose your own syllabus!

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What do you want to learn? No suggestion is too stupid to be mocked mercilessly. Outdoors-y things preferred.

Re: Choose your own syllabus!

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Ronan considered this carefully. "I'd like to learn to fight," he said, finally. "I don't have any experience with hand to hand combat, and I've only really done work with a spear, and a little bit with a staff." He grinned. "And if I could learn some sword work? That would be awesome."

Re: Choose your own syllabus!

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"Well, there's at least one day of self-defense on the agenda," Squall offered noncommittally. "But, since there's not a thousand other fighting courses this session, maybe I'll expand that."

He picked his gunblade up from where it was resting, and gave it a few practice swings. "Mmf. Getting rusty."

Re: Choose your own syllabus!

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Jenny shrugged. "I don't know, I was signed up for this class by a third, sadistic party. Teach me what you will."

Re: Choose your own syllabus!

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Squall shrugged back. "I like your attitude. You're the TA."

Re: Choose your own syllabus!

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Alec thought a moment. "I don't know how to windsurf," he said finally. "I can't think of anything else right now."

Re: Choose your own syllabus!

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"Yeah, neither do I," Squall said. And he didn't feel like learning right now. "Pick something else."

Who can you trust?

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Simple question. Gimme an answer.

Re: Who can you trust?

[not_in_the_book]

"Nita, Kit, Filif, Sker'ret, Dairine, and Carmela." And Roshaun, he added, silently, out of respect for those gone onwards. "For anything important? They'll be there."

Re: Who can you trust?

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Squall raised an eyebrow. "A, you're wrong, and B, your friends have stupid names."

Re: Who can you trust?

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"Can't trust anyone, unless you know they've got a damned good reason not to screw you over," Jenny said. "Like they'll die if they do, or you've got somethin' on 'em." Then she thought of the Authority. "Or they're kind of scared of you. That works, too."

Re: Who can you trust?

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Alec raised an eyebrow. "What are the 'real' things, exactly?"

Be annoying

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Talk to Squall after class.

OOC

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This is where you beat me mercilessly about the head and shoulders for being so frikking late.

Re: OOC

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*obliges?*