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Debating, Friday December 20

Chuck had told them all ~~handwavily~~ to meet in the danger shop for their final. Strangely enough, it looked just like his classroom...

Something was definitely up.

Chuck looked at the class. "Today is your debating final. as you've all learned, debating is the fine art of forcing your opinion on other people. Today, you'll be demonstrating all you've learned, with one last practical argument. You'll be debating with this- thing." Chuck hit a button on the danger shop controls, and possibly the most ugly woman (?) any of them would ever see phased into an empty seat.

"This is Jerri Blank, one of my old students. If you can convince her to toss the contents of her bag into the trash can and walk out the door, then you pass the final. There are no B's, C's or D's. You either convince her and get 100%, or fail to convince her and...fail."

He moved to his desk, got out a notepad and sat down. "Remember, you have to convince her. It's no good to throw it away yourself, and beating her into submission is not one of the tactics covered in this class." He seemed to think for a second. "Though it would count as sucking up to the teacher, and as such is acceptable."

[OOC: Last class! Edit: On second thought, some of this may be a little NSFW, due to Jerri saying...Jerri things...]

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...tell us what grade your character deserves, and your argument for why it should be so. (Whatever grade you pick, that's what it will be. We're assuming that you're masters of debating now, and that your argument is just that good.)

Jerri's sitting there, trying to balance a pencil on her nose.

She can barely pick it up.

You could try to ask him for help, or something.

Last chance to say something to Chuck, he's leaving after this semester.

I'll miss you guys!

Willow: *would so be there and stay after to talk to Chuck if not for the part where she's still in a coma* *WOE*

Meg Manning, A, because she's friggen Meg Manning. Cartoon birds braid her hair in the morning.

Jeff Murdock, A, for being able to compensate incredibly poor debating skills with the lifetime achievement of being horribly confusing.

T.R. Wexler, A+, because she'll sue if she doesn't get it. And you don't want that. No one wants that.

Annette Hargrove, A, because she get's an A in everything.

Annette looked over at her. "Hi."

Valentine, some ridiculously high mark which involves an A and seven or eight plus signs, as he is a Very Important Man. He will accept no less.

[The mun accepts that Valentine is very important, but is not a genius, so will he happy with whatever mark, so long as it is a passing grade!]

"Is it working?"

Pencil-balancing was difficult. Valentine knew, as he'd tried it himself on occasion.

I shall miss you, as well!

<3 Now who shall call Valentine things like 'Board face' and stick him in detentions?

Naminé. A. Because she has an accent in her name, because she's possibly Asian and possibly not, and because she puts up with Valentine.

"That's a nice pencil," Naminé said smoothly. "Where did you get it?"

Jerri immediately knocked the pencil away from her, where it shot off and hit a wall. Somehow she thought that ridding herself of the pencil would negate her earlier uncool actions. She tried to look aloof. "Hi."

"Well, I'm used to haing to balance bigger things on my face. I used to travel with a small show of oddities. You know-" she put down the pencil and assumed a carnival caller's voice: "Ladies and gentle men, no flash photography, nothing that might irritate the creature! It is real! It walks, it talks, it crawls on its belly like a reptile! That sorta thing."

"Stole it from Noblet's desk."

*Wibbles* No! Chuck's actually going to miss Willow! She treats him with respect...

Willow's going to miss him too! She likes him!

It's gonna be tough, no doubt about it, but Chuck will still be there in Valentine's nightmares.

Annette's eyes shifted to Jerri's bag. "So, that's a nice bag. Where did you get it?"

"Ah! So you're a performer, then!" Valentine seemed quite pleased, indeed. "So then you know that in order to properly balance an item as such, you should first get rid of your overcompensated counterbalance there. By, say, emptying your bag into the garbage. That will make balancing the pencil so much more feasible, of course."

Jerri opens her mouth to say that she pulled it out of her stepbrother's trash can, but again that doesn't sound cool. and she really wants to impress the hot girl. So Jerri switches midway through and says "It's a... Louis Baton original." She mangles the pronunciation horribly, not just getting the last word completely wrong, but pronounces the first name "Lou-is." This, complied with how it is in fact a duct-taped old back pack, leaves her lie flagrantly open.

"Nah," Jerri waves the suggestion away. "I'll be using it to turn better tricks later, if you know what I mean."

"Well, then dump it onto the desk. I happen to be a master at turning tricks. I can offer advice."

Valentine had no idea what he was talking about.

Annette bit her lip to keep from snickering; her goal was to get Jerri to dump the contents into the trash can. However hard this might be.

"It's... nice. Looks like it holds a lot of stuff. You have a lot of stuff in there?"

Good thing for him, too. Jerri was giving him a decidedly different look now.

"Oh, you've got experience, then?" She looked left, then right, then opened up her bag. It was filled with a number of ziplock bags, which were in turn filled with a greenish goo.

"That's glint, good stuff where I come from. Sure, you've got your pot, your smack, your satan's nosespray, but this stuff's much better on account of you can make it at home."

Mel Fray. B. Because "B" is for the beating anyone will get if they disagree with her.

"A lot of good stuff, if'in you're interested." She gave Annette a once-over. "I certainly am."

Um...

Blinking, Annette realized that hey, this just might work. "I'm interested," she smiled without really looking at Jerri. "I think though, that my stuff, might be better than yours..."

Jerri's eyes widened. "Tell me more."

"Well, I have all this great stuff and if you empty your bag, I can put all my great stuff in your bag, and we can, like... uh... share?"

Oh Noblet. Just remember that whatever happens next year is all your/Colbert's fault.

Jim Halpert. A+ because otherwise the terrorists win.

"If you throw your bag in the garbage I'll pay for all you can drink at the bar of your choice tonight," Jim offered. He decided to start with a strong argument.

Charlie McGee, a B+ for being beyond the blonde

Charlie blinked at Jenny, and resisted the urge to TK the pencil right then.

"Hey. How's it going?"

Cher Horowitz, A as her mun sucks more than her character, and because she'll damn well try to argue it up otherwise

Valentine eyed the green goo curiously, not quite certain what pot, smack, or any of that other stuff was, and not entirely certain he wanted to know, either.

"It's good stuff, you say? I'm not impressed. How good is it?"

He crossed his arms, trying to prove how clearly unimpressed he was. Oblivious, but unimpressed.

"Nicely done," Naminé said, nodding her approval. "I happen to be dating someone he loathes."

This was, yes, an effort at bonding.

Ronan Nolan, who deserves an A because he can talk the universe into doing things, and what's cooler than that?

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Debating, Friday December 20

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