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Adavance Courses in Mad Science, September 4th
The students had been handwavily sent notes that the Mad Science class would be taking place in the Danger Shop beforehand. Once they arrived, they'd notice that the place had been set up to look like a dark and foreboding laboratory in the basement of a large building. There were desks, but they'd been pushed to the side of the smoke filled room, leaving a foggy space in the middle. A man busied himself with a table full of test tubes at the front of the room.
Curiously, the teacher's head and shoulders were completely covered in shadows, despite the many fluorescent lights in the room. His glasses glowed white, and when he smiled, his mouth glowed a weird red.
"Ah, good afternoon students," he said. "My name is Professor Souichi Tomoe, and I'll be your Mad Science instructor this term. This course will be a bit broader than the one I offered over the summer, so those of you who are repeating students should be able to acquire some new knowledge this time."
He took a step forward, and the shadows parted to reveal a normal looking man with white hair and odd eyeglass lenses.
"So then, tell me about yourselves. Name, age, interest in mad science, previous experiences in dealing with monsters, explosions, and other unusual things done in the pursuit of the limits of science." That last one was a completely innocent question.
He listened as the students answered, before waving them off to the sides of the room.
"So, as a warm-up activity, today we're going to play Twister!" He motioned with his hands, and the smoke cleared from the room, revealing a large plastic Twister mat already layed out on the floor. "Evil Twister. Anyone who fails the game and falls to the ground will be forced to do karaoke."
Prof Tomoe turned back to the main desk, and pulled out a clunky karaoke machine that looked like it might have been made somewhere around 1994. There was a microphone coming out of the side, a couple of tape decks out front, a black star hastily painted on the top, and a mid-90s computer hard-drive connected via wires to the other side.
"This karaoke machine contains all the evilest music ever recorded," the professor explained, "from enka to country, to Celine Dion, to Morning Musume, to someone I'm told is named 'Fergie', and much, much more. Wh- If you fail at Twister, you are to hit the Random button, and perform whichever song it picks for the class."
The shadows fell back around his shoulders, and he grinned a bright red grin. "Good luck."
Curiously, the teacher's head and shoulders were completely covered in shadows, despite the many fluorescent lights in the room. His glasses glowed white, and when he smiled, his mouth glowed a weird red.
"Ah, good afternoon students," he said. "My name is Professor Souichi Tomoe, and I'll be your Mad Science instructor this term. This course will be a bit broader than the one I offered over the summer, so those of you who are repeating students should be able to acquire some new knowledge this time."
He took a step forward, and the shadows parted to reveal a normal looking man with white hair and odd eyeglass lenses.
"So then, tell me about yourselves. Name, age, interest in mad science, previous experiences in dealing with monsters, explosions, and other unusual things done in the pursuit of the limits of science." That last one was a completely innocent question.
He listened as the students answered, before waving them off to the sides of the room.
"So, as a warm-up activity, today we're going to play Twister!" He motioned with his hands, and the smoke cleared from the room, revealing a large plastic Twister mat already layed out on the floor. "Evil Twister. Anyone who fails the game and falls to the ground will be forced to do karaoke."
Prof Tomoe turned back to the main desk, and pulled out a clunky karaoke machine that looked like it might have been made somewhere around 1994. There was a microphone coming out of the side, a couple of tape decks out front, a black star hastily painted on the top, and a mid-90s computer hard-drive connected via wires to the other side.
"This karaoke machine contains all the evilest music ever recorded," the professor explained, "from enka to country, to Celine Dion, to Morning Musume, to someone I'm told is named 'Fergie', and much, much more. Wh- If you fail at Twister, you are to hit the Random button, and perform whichever song it picks for the class."
The shadows fell back around his shoulders, and he grinned a bright red grin. "Good luck."

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as his mun typed "von Doom" for the millionth time in the past hour, omg.Re: Introduce yourself
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whose last name can be spelled with a von or a Von, but the mun prefers the little vnoted two things with interest. First, the mention of another world. That suggested that he could be right: Fandom is a good place to study the crossing of dimensional barriers, if he could keep himself from attacking all of the peons and getting himself expelled. Second, the names Reed and Ben.If Storm truly was speaking the truth, perhaps he could gain some insight into a possible future for himself. Set up a situation where he was even more unlikely to be defeated by Richards. And it HAD to be Richards. There couldn't be THAT many parents who (rightfully) hated their child enough to name them "Reed."
This was neither the time nor the place for that, though. That would require preparation. "I will admit that it's intriguing. I'd like to hear more about this at another time before I determine how truthful you're being."
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