fandomhigh | Public Speaking, Class 1 (Wednesday, Period 1)

Richie was sitting in the classroom, waiting for his class to arrive. He had coffee, a stack of papers, and a slightly-disturbing grin. When he figured that most of the class had arrived, he stood up. "Good morning, I'm Rich Tozier, and welcome to Public Speaking," he says. "I'll answer to either name, or, I guess, Professor, but call me 'Dick,' and you'll be riding shotgun on my squirrel safari."

"Here's the syllabus, which I'm sure you're all just dying to read, and if anyone is interested in being a TA for this class, the position is still wide open, talk to me after class. And, since I'm relatively sure most of you have at least attended a class before, we're going to start with something typical-- an introduction. I want name[s], hometown, any experience in public speaking, and favorite band or singer. And one interesting thing about yourself, if you have anything interesting to say." The maniacal grin returned. "But, since this is a public-speaking class, I want you to say this at the front of the room, in front of the whole class. Audience, feel free to heckle or question. Politely, though, since it's the first day. No projectiles." He gave this a moment to sink in.

Richie laughed. "I swear, I'm not actually evil. I just want to see where you're all at ~~and I have no experience teaching, so hopefully you're at low levels~~. I'll even go first. I'm Rich Tozier, also known as 'Records' Tozier and up until recently I was working as a radio personality-slash-DJ in LA. Man of a thousand Voices and amazing musical tastes, that's me. I'm sure you've all heard of me, though. Now it's time for you."

((OOC- There ~~will be~~ ARE OCD threads, promise. Seriously, though. Feel free to heckle/question Richie, your classmates, yourselves (Politely!).))

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Valentine didn't seem at all put off by being at the front of the room. In fact, with an audience present, it was all he could do to keep himself from pulling out a handful of juggling balls and putting on an act, instead.

"My name is Valentine, and I'm from the City of Light. While I'm not exactly what one would call a public speaker, I am something of a performer, and I've been told that I never shut up, so I imagine it shouldn't be too terribly difficult to meld the two. I don't really have a favourite band, or a favourite singer. Though I did dance to 'Cuban Pete' once while ringing the buzzer to the beat in a game of Fandom Jeopardy." He tilted his head for a moment, considering the last part. "And yes, this is my real face."

He'd have to clarify that at least once for every wave of new students. Might as well be now.

Richie was very excited to have a self-described performer in his class. Because when people perform, life is never dull.
"The City of Light?" he asked. "Do you mean Paris, or somewhere else?" Richie figured it was best not to address the face issue. Or Cuban Pete.

"Someplace that is very..." He needed a word here that wasn't 'gone.' "Else. Someplace else. That was its name, 'The City of Light.' There was a City of Darkness just over the border as well, past the Dream Lands." There was a bit of a beat before he continued. "Yes, I'm well aware how nonsensical that must all sound."

"Well, it has a sort of symmetry to it, with the light and the dark. So it definitely makes that sort of sense." Richie paused, thinking. "I'm putting it in the 'things I initially think are unbelievable, but actually aren't' category." Which, A, has no bearing on the actual truth of the statement, and B, is actually a relatively strong endorsement from him.

"To be perfectly honest, I'm from there and I've shuffled most of the truths about it into the very same category already."

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