Library, Monday

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No children had shown up for William this weekend. He was... unsure how he felt about that, actually. The only children he'd ever dealt with were the younger ones at the orphanage, and that responsibility mostly extended to defending them- often physically- from being bullied by others.

He'd quietly done some research on the sudden appearance of children in Fandom, though, and had learned that they were presentations of a myraid of possible futures. It might have been comforting to know that somewhere, he hadn't made the same mistakes that his father had. Unless of course he had, and any potential children who chose to appear resented him...

Maybe it was for the best that no one had showed. He was just going to keep telling himself that.

Teamwork 101 -- Period 1 [Monday]

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The small children were still about today and while Genesis had not be so blessed as to get any children of his own (oh thank Ifrit), he’d approached the idea of class with dread. No doubt there would be at least some children in class, no matter how dreadful he thought it would be, which meant--

Either ignore them and deal with their irritating presence when ignoring them didn’t work... or provide distraction.

The Danger Shop was proving useful for that today.

“Yo! Rookies and Rookie Rookies!” There was a term for junior Rookies, yes. This was Reno. He was prepared for any eventuality that Rookiedom might toss his way. “I couldn’t help but notice that there are a few more kids on the island lately than we’re used to, and that brought up an important topic that fits in with that ‘Teamwork’ thing we got goin’ here: Parenting.”

Which Reno knew about because of quite similar weekends in years past. Thank you Fandom.

“Presumably you’ve all figured out by now that children need to be fed and watered and cleaned regularly,” Genesis announced, a hint of a drawl in his voice. “If not, you’re a worse parent than I would be. My condolences, if that is the case.”

Genesis had no illusions about what sort of a parent he’d be. He’d drop the kid on Angeal and never look back.

“Rather than subjecting you all to a lecture,” Genesis continued, “which a number of you likely wouldn’t have the attention span to listen to anyway, we’ve prepared something else for you today.” Well, flicked a few buttons. Toyed with a program. It counted as preparing.

Making a sandwich took more effort.

“Games,” Reno piped in, grinning. Maybe looking a little wistfully around the room. “Whether you got kids or not this weekend, keepin’ ‘em occupied is always gonna be a concern. So, you all got your pick today. Leapfrog? Hopscotch? We got some sidewalk chalk over here, if you want to scribble the he--ck out of the fake sidewalks today, yo. Call it bonding time. And when you’re done, we got juice and cookies.”

Because Reno thought it was funny to pump the children full of sugar, and then send them home with their mommies and daddies. As you do.

“Get to it, kids!”

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The Science of Sexuality, Monday

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Sherlock would have spent the period ranting about how every single person in his class needed to wave a tube tied or snipped to prevent the abominations of this weekend from coming true. But John had actually put his foot down on the matter. The bastard.

"Today was scheduled to be about the importance of contraceptives, but somehow I think the presence I'd your little spawn has done it for me," he said with less a smile and more twitch at the corner of his mouth. "So. I'm certain Doctor Watson could give you the names of a few clinics to prevent this past weekend from ever happening. John?"

John... was going to ignore him today. Especially after making him deal with Kasei for most of the weekend. "What I think would be useful for all of you is some folders about, er, parenting," he said, determined not to flounder on this one. He had many folders. Many many folders in many colours. "Make sure all of your children are bathed and fed, and if any of them are showing any signs of illness this weekend, please bring them by the clinic. Having children is perfectly natural, no matter what my colleague might say, though I'd hope you'll all... wait until you're a bit older."

Sherlock slouched low in his seat, ignoring John like the healthy, mature, responsible adult that he was. "A beauty and a joy, I'm sure."

"Maybe you should have thought of that before you made a pass at miss Kuukaku," John said, like the equally healthy, mature, responsible adult he was.

"Jealousy is hardly becoming, John." No, they weren't giving off a heterosexual impression today.

"You could at least try to feed your own child!"

... No. No, they were not. Maybe they could slip out unnoticed among all the children? Please?