fandomhigh | Applied Inventiontronics, Period 4

"He-hello, class." He smiled sideways at the front of the class and the whole left of his face twitched visibly. "I'm, uh, let's see," he glanced at his notes, "Professor Ambrose? Yes. I'm Professor Ambrose, but you can call me Glitch if you like, heh." He smiled, both sides now.

Glitch set the notes down and fidgeted with his sleeves, then took a deep breath. "Welcome," a flourish, "to Applied Inventiontronics! Here, I'll do my very best to teach you about the intricacies, whys and how-tos of invention. Over the semester, you'll create an invention with the skills you learn in this class for a final grade. I'll provide the materials, if you need them, and answer any questions you have." He was getting into this whole 'teacher' thing.

"Now, uh, my first rule when setting out to invent something is to make sure that it will be helpful to the people around me. That means your first assignment, after everyone introduces themselves of course, is to figure out what someone needs! You can work alone or with a classmate or with a lot of classmates. I've found that it's really much better to bounce ideas like this off other people."

Then he put his hands on his hips and looked out at the class and let his mouth fall into a flat line made purely of seriousness. "Restrictions are, 1) No Weapons. The goal here is to make lives better, not worse. 2) No inventions can rely on hurting others to work." He pointed to his zipper solemnly, as if they'd understand what he meant. "Off limits. 3), uh, three..."

He looked back at his notes, a little panicked, and shuffled the papers around. "Three! Hah!" Glitch held up the notecard in a fist, pumped it into the air once or twice, and smiled triumphantly. "Three!" A pause. "Oh, three." He pulled his arm back and read the piece of paper. "Have... OH!" He brightened. "Have fun! Enjoy your inventions! Or I guess I fail you." He leaned forward on the desk, making the most serious face he could imagine (which only lasted a good fifteen seconds), then smirked. "Well? Get to work!"

[OOC: ~~Please please please wait for~~ the first OCD is up!]

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Busy gathering his papers together, he looked up when the Not!DG girl spoke. Adah, his synapses supplied, and he smiled widely at her.

"Hello Adah!"

Glitch thought about her question for a moment, elbows on the desk and chin in his hands. He probably looked very much like a little boy then. "I think it went well," but it was said with confidence, no unsure waver in it like when he talked about the things he half-remembered.

Adah smiled a little, leaning a little on the desk because it was there and she could and if she didn't have to do anything more than was necessary to hold her body up if she didn't have to. She was glad to see that he remembered, although, she had to admit, there was still a little disappointment at not getting to go through the whole process that she expected of having to take a moment, reconsider it, rework it, until coming up with the right thing. She knew all too well how that worked; she'd had to spend an entire week where every thought she had had to be processed like that. But still. It felt better knowing he did remember.

"Good," she said, glad to hear that, too, and nodded slightly before returning to paying close attention to his gestures and movements and expressions. "Did you just do introductions?" She paused, bit her lip. Conversation wasn't something she did often, so she wasn't particularly good at it, but she was making the effort. "I actually talked for mine. That's rare," she added, because it's not like he would know that, "for me. To talk if I don't have to."

Glitch's synapses were adjusting surprisingly well to the new situation, slipping into the role of adviser to a classroom instead of a Queen. He was glad of it, too.

He was sitting now, listening, with one hand balled up against his cheek and leaning heavily into it. Yes, very much like a schoolboy. Relaxed and at ease now that the nervousness of whether or not he'd be good at teaching had left him.

"And a little brainstorming. Starting to think up ideas for inventions."

The synapses considered the other part of what she said, and reminded him of her standing under a tree and not saying a word to him. He couldn't remember the context of it, which bothered him a little, but he shrugged it off. "You do seem very quiet. Not that quiet is bad, mind you." He smiled.

"This is chatty for me," Adah told him with a wry smile and a tilt of her head, and another moment to look him over, because, while, yes, she was quiet, she was starting to notice that she wasn't so around certain people, and was wondering why that was. Common characteristics, things to link and connect and move from one piece to the other like a mathematical equation. It had her quiet for a long moment, head just tilted as plus signs, multiplication signs, division bar drifted along inside her brain.

She blinked, and shook her head. What were they talking about? Right. His class. Brainstorming (which made her smirk again for irony) and inventions. "Any interesting ones so far? Can I ask that? Or is there a sort of student privacy to respect?"

She couldn't take the class for lack of skill, but the concept did intrigue her. She might be able to take it vicariously through curiosity.

He was still there, slouched, and he realized he didn't really mind the quiet. There were a lot of times, along the Old Road, when everyone just trudged on in comfortable silence. Cain, especially. Raw, too, he realized as he considered it. Adah kind of reminded him of all of them, quiet and guarded and with DG's face.

He enjoyed the quiet much more without the trudging, though, since it gave his synapses a chance to fully consider things.

They clicked a little now, to answer her questions.

"Oh, just ideas so far. Thinking of thinking of ideas, that sort of thing."

Adah's head gave a slight bob, easier on the downfall than it was on the uprise, which jerked a little too far. "The arduous building up of concepts," she commented, and then sighed with a slightly self-chastising roll of her eyes. "Brainstorming, like you said."

She gave a small sort of smile. Good. His class had gone well. Her head gave a small bob. "Well, I'm glad," she commented.

The eyeroll, really, is what did it.

He grinned, "You know, you really do remind me of DG."

Glitch wouldn't have said it, except that one little motion was so much a DG thing, his synapses couldn't stop themselves.

That comment made Adah grin a little wryly. "I hope that's a good thing," she commented, before, finally, after a slight pause to sort of prepare her body for moment, she straightened from where she was leaning on the desk. "I...should let you get back to..." she considered that fact that the class was finished, "...whatever it was you were doing. But I'll probably come see you again sometime."

"Very good," Glitch assured her. Maybe, some other time, if she asked, he'd tell her about DG and the O.Z.

He looked back at the papers on his desk as she straightened. Right, he was going to go somewhere. Where? His office? Yes, that was it.

"I was just going to put some of this in my office, but I'll be in there tomorrow if you want to stop by." What was the number? Synapses popped and fizzed trying to recall it. He could remember well enough how to get there, but he had never been good at giving clear directions and didn't want her to end up wandering around lost if she decided to visit.

The number, the number... 26, from somewhere near the zipper. "It's number 26, and I'll leave the door open." Glitch smiled at her. He really did enjoy Adah's company, silent or chatty.

"Twenty six," Adah repeated with a slight nod. 62. Twelve in multiplication, eight in addition; knock eight over on its side (easy to do; it couldn't be sturdy on its rounded, wiggling base), and it became infinity. That, particularly, as the formulations of connections of her mind started linking things as always, made her grin. She would definitely remember that, and she said so, before giving a slight nod and making her limp toward the door.

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