Monday, September 2nd, 2013

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It was possible that one day, Bruce might deign to teach class in a room with actual rows of desks and things. He had done it all of once in first-aid class, after all. However, it was looking like Anger Management and Emotional Control was not going to be a repeat of that experience – at least not today, for the first session.

Instead, there was a circle of chairs. Yeah, like in group therapy. Except that Bruce, in all his genius, hadn't fully thought through the awkwardness of sitting among a group of people who could all see each other equally well, because the fact that one of his legs was jittering slightly was now uncomfortably obvious for all to see.

Great.

He set his hands on his knees to still the jittering somewhat. "Hi," he said. "I'm Dr. Banner, and we probably won't be sitting like this again. And this is Anger Management and Emotional Control."

He should have said those last two things in the opposite order, probably.

"Even though the title is pretty self-explanatory, I'll just sum up for the record that this class will be about the long-standing human – and, I expect, non-human as well – effort to consciously moderate emotional reactions for any reason. Sometimes, business executives take classes in anger management when they have reactive tempers and want to stop throwing tantrums in the middle of meetings. In other cases, gamblers and negotiators study how to mask their expressions so that they can't be called on their bluff at crucial moments. It can also be used to pass polygraph tests."

Not that he was encouraging lying to cops or anything. Just stating a fact.

"Some of the skills we'll be using are visualization, improvisation, and awareness of yourself and your own physicality," Bruce added. "With that in mind, let's spend a few minutes on introductions. Please say your name, something that interests you academically, and one or more physical tics or habits you exhibit from time to time. You don't have to tell us when or why you do it – just what the gesture is. For example, I sometimes scratch the back of my neck."

Which he recognized for what it was: a nervous habit. But it was deliberate and put-upon as often as it was sincere, so Bruce didn't mind it at all.

"Then, partner up with someone and try to have a conversation, standing up, without using your gesture. Partners, don't try too hard to get reactions out of each other – we'll save that for future classes – but just focus on keeping yourselves reactionless. See what happens."

With that, he glanced around the room, head tilted slightly in the universal signal for 'Any questions?', and then gave a nod. "Let's get to the introductions, then."
[identity profile] allhopeliesinme.livejournal.com
With the name of the class and all, it probably shouldn't be that big a shock that the teacher was a bit full of himself.

But really, there was no way to expect there would be a throne at the front of the room in which a guy in armor was holding what could only be described as a pimp chalice. He wasn't even drinking from it. You'd think he would need a straw to drink anyway, but he definitely didn't have that.

"It is time for the introduction," Doom said. "I AM DOCTOR DOOM. You may address me as 'Doctor.' You WILL address me with the respect deserved the monarch of Latveria. And you MUST acknowledge me as your superior, whether you'd like to or not."

"I possess the greatest scientific mind in my world," Doom stated. "Dimensional travel. Time travel. Advanced robotics. These are things I mastered before ALL OTHERS in my world. And the greatness of Doom stretches to this very island, when as a youth, Doom played the hero, thwarting the plans of the so-called Weeping Angels by inventing a machine to transport time-lost Fandomites back to their present using nothing but Victorian technology, a local assistant, and an intellect well ahead of its time even in the present."

"Over the next several weeks, you will learn scientific truths that you shall only begin to comprehend. I will demean myself by attempting to speak at your level. Attempt to keep up and you will learn much. In time, you may even come to understand it."

"For the rest of this class period, speak amongst yourselves. Give introductions if you must. But know this. If you wish for Doom to know your name, you will have to PROVE that you are worth remembering. You will receive your first opportunity next week."
[identity profile] berserkerminsc.livejournal.com
It was kind of funny, having a Danger Shop to look a little like a classroom, but Minsc did need it for the magical creatures later on. But he took an almost weird amusement for having everything start like a normal class when he knew it wouldn't be like that for very long. He let the students file in and take a seat, leaning on the desk in front of the room with his big arms crossed over his chest and an amused look on his face. His hamster obediently settled on his shoulder, gnawing on a baby carrot.

"Do we have everyone?" he asked, once everyone seemed settled. "Good! Welcome to Care for Magical Creatures! I am Minsc, and this is my giant miniature space hamster Boo! This semester, we will lead you through the caring of many magical creatures, from the little to the big, the pretty to the smelly, the adorable and the ugly! Today, of course, is our very first day, and so we will mostly be getting to know one enough because in this class, we will be a team and a team that works together, stays together.

"So let us keep this simple today! I would like to know who you are. What is your name? Where are you from? Why are you taking this class and what magical creature are you looking forward to learning about most? I shall start!

"My name is Minsc, and I am from a place called Rashemen! It is very far away from here. I am taking this class because I have to or else there would be no one else to teach it, and I am most looking forward to the class about giant miniature space hamsters, because then you will all get to know Boo!

"Alright!" Minsc beamed at the students. "Who is next? And, when we are finished, we will have a little treat, because this won't take all day, unless any of you feel particularly chatty..."

[[ the OCD, she is a comin' up! ]]

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