fandomhigh | Sex Ed, Monday [1-5] Third Period

The classroom was pretty bare, since Steve had gotten into town on Saturday and hadn't had time to get any posters or anything yet. Heck, his apartment wasn't even furnished. So the only indication students were in the right place was 'Sex Ed' written in large block letters on the chalkboard. Steve figured it was as good a signal as any. He stood in front of his desk with his arms crossed, looking imposing, and waited until everyone was settled to begin.

"Good morning. I trust that by third period everybody's had their coffee, so I will tolerate no sleeping in my class. I am Steve Rogers. Mr. Rogers is fine, Professor Rogers is fine, I will even answer to Steve. And for those of you who might remember, yes, I am the same Steve Rogers who was here last year. This is Sex Ed. If you did not sign up for Sex Ed, you can leave now. If you signed up for Sex Ed with the intention of behaving immaturely, please don't." Mr. Madrox went unsaid, but hung heavy in the air. "Anything we discuss in this room does not leave it. I have no control over the radio squirrels, but outside of this room, I trust you all to be circumspect about things learned about your fellow students learned in it. We may at times have a guest. I can't control him, so please ignore Mr. Stark."

Then he uncrossed his arms and grinned. "So. Pretty straightforward first class; it's not in the handbook but I'm given to believe the introductions week is obligatory. I want to get to know you and what I've gotten myself into here, and I'd like for you to get to know each other, since we'll be discussing some pretty sensitive topics here and I want everyone to feel safe doing so. At the least, I'd like to hear your name and where you're from, since I've found that can be instructive, if you've had any instruction in sex education before, and what you'd like to get out of this class. Any other information you'd like to share is welcome, as well. Then we'll have some free time for you to talk among yourselves or ask me any questions you might have right away. That sound good?" He didn't wait for an answer. "Good. We'll start with you," he said, pointing to a student at random.

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With your most embarrassed icon.

You heard the man.

Or sit and blush furiously. He's not grading on conversational skills.

If you have any pressing concerns. Or just to say hi. Or laugh. Whatevs.

Did I just say whatevs?

Jeff Murdock

"I'm... Jeff," Jeff said. The pause was a pause mostly for the sake of having a pause and getting to avoid answering any questions during said pause. "Jeff Murdock. From, er, the United Kingdom. The eighties. You've got to be-- exact about these things, or, er--" Again, a pause. "I've learned how to deal with the opposite sex!" No, he hadn't, but he'd taken the class.

Then he considered the last question.

And considered it.

Finally, he said, "Er."

Penelope Wilhern

"I'm Penelope," she began, cheeks flushed, head slightly ducked. "I'm from England. I don't have any experience with anything concerning... intimacy. My friends do it." Um, she didn't mean to say that. This made her entirely too nervous. "I'm engaged," she blurted out. "I think I should learn something before I get married."

Penelope sat and just tried to hide her face.

"Welcome, Penelope," Steve said, keeping any thoughts he might have on how she was awful young to be engaged to himself. He was polite like that. "And congratulations on your engagement. Jeff made a good point, though, I didn't mention time period, and that can be important. When are you from, if I may ask?"

"Hello, Jeff," Steve said. "If you think of anything, please don't hesitate to let me know."

"I've thought of a lot of things," Jeff assured him. At least, he thought he was assuring him. Was he?

No. "Would you like to share them?"

"I don't think that would be a good idea," he said, honestly.

Edmund Pevensie

"Thank you, Professor Rogers," she said. "My mother is making me." Oh. That sounded terrible. "After this semester. It's just... this thing." Her brows knitted slightly in frown, thinking. But... right! She glanced around, sheepish, sorry that her thoughts carried away with her for a moment. "I'm from 2008!" she said quickly.

"Your mother is making you," he repeated. "Penelope, you know you don't have to do anything you don't want to, right?" Steve said cautiously.

Penelope nodded, really wishing she could believe that. "It's a long story, Professor Rogers," she replied shyly, reaching up to touch her nose. "If there is not another way, then I have to get married."

Alex Russo

Ned

"I'm Edmund," Ed said when it was his turn. "From Narnia." He wasn't feeling very Narnian right now. "This is the first formal class I've had on the subject and I'd like to get out it with my dignity, if possible."

"I'm Ned from a town called Coeur d'Coeurs that no one seems to know about," he started, shrugging. "Um, I'm a senior. I don't have any...formal education but I've read books and there's the internet thing and there's a lot of things on the internet so...that's where I've gotten most of my information. I'd just like to get some formal information from a source that doesn't have a giant, blinking banner advertising sheets at the top of the page."

Ned wasn't blushing but that's mostly because he was hiding behind his hands.

Helen Haras-Uquara

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