fandomhigh | Interdisciplinary Studies, Class 1, Friday, Period 1

"All right, kids," Squall said, once everybody had arrived. "Welcome to Interdisciplinary Whatever. My name is Squall Leonhart, and if you didn't know that already, you're probably going to fail the class. And I'm sick of being jingled at, so any bells you have on or about your person go in the trash. NOW."

He tossed a clipboard at the students. "THAT is to take attendance," he said. "Your names are on it. Put a checkmark next to your name and pass it around. Anyone whose name doesn't have a checkmark next to it at the end of class gets detention. Unless you've got a REALLY good reason."

Squall sat down on the edge of his desk and looked around. "So. You're here to learn stuff. That's what we do in this class. Learn 'stuff'. All the things you ought to know, but don't, and aren't being taught by the rest of the teachers here. Only about half of them know what they're doing anyway. This class is, first and foremost, about giving me something to do to keep my mind off crap. The SECOND most important part of the class is you brats. I hear it's the thing to do these days to pass out a syllabus on the first day of class." He gestured behind him at the blank chalkboard. "THAT is your syllabus for this class. That doesn't mean I don't have anything planned, just that it's not set in stone."

He shrugged.

"But first things first. Introduce yourselves. Name, something interesting about yourself, favorite color, what combat skills you have, and favorite flavor of ice cream." Was there something incongruous in that list? Naaaaah... "Oh, and Jenny Sparks is your TA, so if you have any questions or problems or anything, try not to piss her off."

Once that was over and done with, he looked around at the class. "Okay, so. This is a CLASS, not a summer workshop any more, so we're focusing on academics this semester. And this class is about YOU, so help me out here: What do you want to learn? What do you NEED to learn? Don't be stupid, okay? Give me good answers. If you don't, I'll make you regret it."

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"My name is Jenny Sparks, I once killed God, my favorite color is white, and I can hold my own in a fight. And if it can be electrocuted I can kill it a lot before the fight can even start. My favorite flavor of ice cream is Cherry Garcia."

"Cherry what? Is that a flavor?"

"Cherry Garcia. It's vanilla with cherries and chocolate chunks in. Named for Jerry Garcia? Oh, wait, you're not from around here, are you?" Jenny tsked. "We really have to introduce you to Ben & Jerry's."

Squall nodded. "Yeah. Ben and Cherries. Whatever."

Jenny sighed and made a note to herself to bring ice cream next week.

Rikku stared. "Whoa. You, too?"

Jenny turned to Rikku, looking confused. "Me, too, what?"

"Killed a god," Rikku said. "Except Ares said you can't really kill gods, and that the one we killed was a fake one? But he might be lying, 'cause ... it's Ares."

"Oh," said Jenny. "Technically, what most people think of as God, no, but it was an alien entity kind of responsible for life on Earth and coming back to end it. So, the next best thing. Y'know, I met a girl who killed the devil the other day. Maybe we should have a club."

"Huh." Rikku considered. "Mine was ... he started up his own religion, and if you followed it, he said all the bad stuff would go away, and spent a thousand years getting people to do all kinds of stupid things, and it turned out he was the crazy demon-monster killing everyone the whole time. Religion is weird."

She considered. "She killed the devil? Whoa. That'd be a kinda cool club, you know?"

"Yeah, but I'm wondering if we have enough other kids with deity-killing experience to make it work. Maybe we could make it more inclusive?" Jenny mused, trying to suppress the realization that she was really talking about starting a club.

"You never know," Rikku shrugged. "I would've thought it was just me until you said something. Maybe there are a lot of us. And we could get Lulu to be the advisor, 'cause she was one of the people with me."

"One of my friends was host to some sort of higher power thingy for a while, maybe we could include people like him, too," Jenny said. "I don't think I've met Lulu. Is she one of the new teachers?"

Rikku nodded. "She's a Guardian. She was at the picnic. She's got, uh, black hair up like this and a dress and, uh." She gestured emphatically to Lulu's most recognizable assets.

"I wasn't at the picnic, I was hiding from the new students," Jenny said with a shrug. "Oh. Are hers a twenty thousand dollar boob job, too?"

"No, she's just, uh, really ... endowed." Rikku shook her head, astonished. "And her dress comes down to HERE and she bends down a lot and she never falls out, you keep waiting for it to happen and it doesn't."

"Tape?" Jenny asked. "Or prayer? My friend with the expensive tits practically owns stock in fashion tape."

"I think it's magic," Rikku said, lowering her voice. "There isn't tape in this world that could ... I mean she swoops down when she's casting, and we would all just STOP and STARE because she HAS to fall out one of these times, and it never happened."

"Shen flies," Jenny said. "'Course, she doesn't do it in tops she can pop out of..."

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