fandomhigh | Dealing With Stupid People [Tuesday, July 17, 2nd period]

When the students arrived in the Danger Shop, they found the room decorated as an incredibly soulless phone center.

"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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"Indeed it is, sir," Alec said cheerfully. "How can I help you today?"

"Do you do, I don't know," his voice lowered to a mumble. "?"

"'Do', sir?" Alec asked, as mildly as possible.

"Not that kind of do, kid. The less I know about other peoples' sex lives, the happier I'll be. I'm trying to put together a book case I got from the Isle of Ikea. It came with instructions, if you can call them that, because they made no sense. It looks more like a stick insect doing yoga than a bookcase. I think they might've delivered the wrong thing anyway. All this stuff says it belongs to 'Billy'."

"Sir, have you tried laying out all the pieces and seeing if they make sense that way?" Alec was suddenly remembering how a cabin tasted when you were really drunk. "Or you could ask Billy how to put it together, if you can find him."

"Why would I track down an incompetent mortal in person to do what I need when there's a perfectly incompetent mortal hotline to call without leaving the convenience of my ca-place of abode?"

"Because you could force the mortal in person to put it together for you?" Alec asked.

"I can do that part. What I wanna know is how the hell you put it together if you can't use a normal screwdriver! Phillips head, that other one with the screwtop, nada. Glue didn't work. It just fell apart. The nail gun was what made it look like the the yoga-bug."

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