fandomhigh | Thurviving Mad Thcientithts [week 7]

The Danger Shop was once more a castle, (one that should look familiar, as it had appeared in the class a few times), and the students would find themselves standing on the battlements once they'd entered.

In the distance, winding up the road to the castle, a mob of angry villagers could be seen. And yes, every single one was wielding flaming torches.

Igor grinned as he faced his students. "All of you have the potential to make excellent Igorth. You performed each tathk I thet you, and you never quethtioned the morality of them. You jutht did your jobth. Thith ith our latht clath, and I underthtand final examth are traditional. Yourth hath only one quethtion."

He stepped to the side and gestured over the edge. The mob had arrived and were pounding on the doors; it would only be a matter of time until they broke through, and nothing in the castle would surive. "You are all Igorth, you have therved your matherth well, but now the flaming torcheth have arrived. What do you do?"

A door appeared out of thin air, leading out of the danger shop. "Remember what I told you, the motht important thing an Igor mutht remember. You can leave onthe you've anthwered." With a quick grin, Igor walked out the door, and it stayed open behind him.

[Pleathe wait for OCD UP.]

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One latht lithp, one latht time.

Gavin Darkthlighter

Friday Nethxt.

Agneth Nitt

~~oh fine~~ Jenny Thparkth

Bender

Rodney McKay

Do what you do.

Agnes peered down at the mob, half-expecting to see Nanny at the back riling them up.

[It may be a trick quethtion]

Friday thought about the question. "If the Mathter," he started, lithping, because seriously, where else did he get to do that, "ith thtill here, make sure he geth out. If he'th gone, look for a way out or die if I can't. I don't think they'll like me very much when they get in."

Igor appeared by his side, shaking his head. "Ad admirable thentiment, but one that'th not for Igorth. When the flaming torcheth arrive, an Igor mutht be gone," he said, and gestured at the door. "It'th time for uth to leave."

Agnes shrugged, and followed Igor through the door without a word.

After she'd LEFT the castle, however, she had something to say. "You know, if you worried a little more about the morality of what you were doing, you wouldn't GET a mob like that."

Igor smiled at her. "Igorth thimply therve our matherth withes. The retht ith not our concern," he said. "It ith the Mather'th mob, not ourth."

Agnes gaped at him. "It'th..."

She stamped her foot and dropped the lisp. "It's everyone's mob. You want to mess around with unnatural things Man wasn't meant to touch? Fine, but there are consequences to things. The mob's as much yours as the master's. And you know what? Somewhere in that mob, someone's going to get hurt. You know it's going to happen. Someone's going to get a little too happy with their pitchfork and stab their neighbor by accident. Are you going to be on the sidelines with your needle and thread?"

Igor was entirely calm. "If there is thomeone in need of healing, we will help them," he replied, then looked at her intently out of his crooked eyes. "Would you have uth make moral judgementth about who to heal, ath well? To decide that thith perthon detherveth healing and that one doeth not?"

"No, of course not!" Agnes protested. "...Well, maybe? It depends. I don't know!"

She looked at Igor, terrified, as she realized that eventually she'd have to make those kinds of decisions all the time.

His smile kind, Igor nodded slowly. "You thee? Onthe you make a judgement, you mutht continue. An Igor helpth anyone who needth it, with no quethtionth athked. We therve, with no quethionth athked. We make no judegementht. That ith for otherth to do."

"But if you don't judge, you could end up doing evil, evil things," Agnes protested, floundering for solid ground. "But, I guess, if you DO judge, you end up arrogant and bossy..."

"Pothibly, pothibly not," Igor countered. "But to judge thomeone you mutht believe you have the right to do tho." Igor spread his handth wide. "Who ith an Igor to do make thothe dethithions? We therve and we heal. That ith all." And grow noses in jars, and swap people's minds, and do experiments with lightning, but those were all in aid of the other goals.

Jenny didn't actually remember what he'd told her, but she did know the answer to this question. "I'm not here. No longer my problem."

"Thurvive," said Bender, looking around the battlements for something. He bundled up some sticks and, clicking together his fingers, lit the almost-torch. He brandished it.

"No one thays Bender doesn't know when to pick the winning side."

And Igor appeared at his side.

Though he was standing a little ways back.

"But right now, you're an Igor, not Bender, and an Igor leaveth. We are neutral - we therve until it'th time to leave, and then we go. What happenth here ith not our concern."

Rodney looked out the window at the angry villagers approaching the castle. "Thcrew thith," he lisped. "I'm not gonna hang around to get burnt alive for thome wacko." With that, he turned and walked purposefully out the door.

Better catch him before he leaveth.

He's around for the moment though!

Who may have left, but he's lurking outthide, jutht in cathe.

It is TOTALLY a trick question! (Check back to the third (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomhigh/1830356.html) class.)

If your character isn't sure of the answer, Igor will come and help them (once I wake up in the morning, EST evening).

LATHT CLATH. THANK YOU FOR BEING AWETHOME!

Edited 2008-08-22 09:15 (UTC)

Thurviving Mad Thcientithts [week 7]

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