fandomhigh | Enjoying Those Teenage Years [period 5, Tuesday]

"Hola, tiny children," Robin said, filing her nails and looking bored from where she was perched on the edge of a desk in the perfectly normal looking classroom. "Big thank you to Brooke for covering class last week. I'm sure you guys aren't all entirely unfamiliar with the whole changing-into-an-animal thing; anyone who makes a joke about the fact that I changed into a female dog gets a detention. Not because it's not funny. It's just already been done."

She got up, stretched, and started passing out papers. "So, since I was a dog ~~and my player is still SUPREMELY out of it thanks to jetlag and all~~ and I didn't have time to work on lesson plans or whatever, we have an easy class today. I want to see what you learned about messing with authority. You're each getting in trouble for something -- each of these papers has a scenario on it. Pretend I'm the arresting officer, and tell me why you don't deserve it. For this exercise, let's all assume you were found guilty. You failed your breathalyzer, you parked in a fire zone, you really did break your curfew -- whatever. Your job is to get out of the violation, however you can. Whatever it is, it's not about whether you did it or not -- it's why. Play to my sympathies, or use what you have to your advantage. Make me want to retract it."

She cleared her throat once all the papers were out. "And um, I'm not good at this, but you guys were a really good class. Like, I hate kids, and you guys didn't make me hate Tuesdays. Well done, guys. If you come in on Thursday, your first round's on me, okay? I would've brought booze today but I'd rather not get fired when I'm so close to actually finishing my first teaching gig, you know?"

[~~wait for~~ OCD is up!]

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For the last time. *sniff*

Although she really didn't want to have to do this, Turtle knew that Jeff had very bravely done the same for him, so, if anything, she was incredibly obligated. Even if he had it easy by having to explain a turtle.

"Um, Miss Scherbatsky?"

"Hmm?" Robin was trying to figure out if this girl had actually been in her class the whole time and she just hadn't paid attention, or what. "What's up?"

"Hi. Turtle Wexler," she said, nodding a little, because she didn't think that she and Robin-not-a-Frog had ever really ever been formally introduced. "I'm Jeff Murdock's girlfriend, and I figured I should probably come and tell you that he's not in class today because he's currently a rock."

It wasn't so bad so long as she didn't have to go into any details, really.

Robin winced, but wasn't really surprised. "Oh god, a rock? Poor Jeff. I mean, it was bad enough being an animal, but at least I could run around and stuff, you know?"

Oh, man. She didn't even know the half of it. "Uh, yeah," Turtle agreed with a nod. "It's really unfortunate, but here's to hoping he has a nice swift recovery."

"Yeah, thanks for letting me know," she said, nodding. "And I hope he gets better as soon as possible. Because that has got to suck."

"No problem," Turtle said, smiling a little. "I figured it was only fair, since he did the same for all my classes while I was a turtle last week."

"...like a literal turtle? 'Cause I'm like ninety percent sure you just said that was your name," Robin said, blinking.

Turtle nodded. "A literal turtle. Because when Fandom decides it's time for me to turn into an animal, it think's it's, ha ha, so funny, let's make her a turtle. Like if it turned you into a literal robin."

"Shhhhhh, the island might hear you," she said, looking worried. "That must've sucked."

Turtle winced, shrinking into her shoulders and glancing around carefully, looking for any indication that such a thing had happened. "Sorry!" she whispered. "Sorry. But, yeah. What you said. Literal. And all that, and it wasn't too bad; at least this time I had Jeff to carry me around. The last time, I had to walk everywhere and it took for.ev.errrr."

"Ugh." Robin winced sympathetically. "I was a dog last week? And my boyfriend called me a bitch. I mean, it was because technically I was, but still, dude."

Turtle's eyes widened enough that they seemed like they just might pop out of their sockets. "Ohmygod," she muttered, hand to her gaping mouth. "But...aren't you dating Constable Fraser?"

Telling Turtle that the Constable would say a word like bitch, no matter how technically correct it might have been, was like telling her that there's be no Christmas this year.

"He wasn't insulting me!" she promised, watching that reaction. "And really, Bar...Mr. Stinson kinda goaded him into it. Don't worry."

There was a small tremble in Turtle's jaw; clearly, this explanation wasn't helping. "Constable Fraser gave into peer pressure?"

"No no no!" Robin was so bad with kids. This was not good. She had been so close. "No, what happened was that Barney kinda led him into the sentence so that Benton finished it with the correct term. Because Benton -- I mean, Constable Fraser -- knows everything, and enjoys helping people by supplying the correct information when they have questions."

Turtle very carefully, and almost skeptically, considered this information, and then, slowly, she nodded. "So, he was just trying to help, in the grand scheme of things?"

"Yes. Exactly. But Barney, who is not a nice person like the good Constable, tricked him," Robin said, nodding seriously. "He was trying to be helpful."

Turtle quirked an eyebrow and wondered why Robin-not-a-Frog was talking to her all of a sudden like she was five year old. "I guess that's not so bad, then. I mean, well, I guess I should have figured it'd be something like that."

"He doesn't use that kind of language," Robin assured her, now that she was pretty sure she hadn't ruined Benton's reputation and probably wasn't going to make anyone cry today. "I've just been using it as leverage anyway. It hasn't really been working."

"...Leverage?" Turtle's head tilted slightly. "Like, using it as sort of a card up your sleeve for arguments and getting what you want and stuff?"

She nodded. "A non-working-thus-far card, but yeah."

"Still," Turtle shrugged a shoulder, but that almost seemed to regain her confidence in Constable Fraser. The thing with Mister Stinson seemed like a pretty dumb trap to fall into, but at least he wasn't falling for Robin-not-a-Frog's attempt at leverage, and she was left feeling overall satisfied with that whole situation, "not a bad thought, though."

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