Dealing With Jerks. Still. (Thursday, July 14, 2016)

[heroic_jawline]

Steve was having a hard time not staring at his co-teacher today. Not that Tony Stark wasn't normally a commanding presence, easily able to take up all the air in the room...he just normally wasn't such a pony.

Pony Stark.

Steve cracked himself up.

And Tony was trying his level best to keep from acknowledging any of the bullshit happening right now. Which was difficult because he was a pony in red and gold armor. With a goatee. Yep. "So, things are weird right now. We've noticed that," he said, really wishing he had thumbs to clutch a coffee cup like a shield. "Obviously. But you're still in class, so try to remain focused."

Steve.

"And if you don't have fingers right now, don't worry about taking notes," Steve said. "Today we're going to talk about the correct way to handle co-workers who don't seem to have a good sense of what's appropriate to share at the office."

"Such as photos of their children," Tony said, looking super sullen as he used his magical--you heard that right--magical unicorn horn to bring up an image of a generic Facebook feed. God, he wanted Extremis back. And to not be a pony anymore. That too. "Or how well their second cousin is doing at college."

"Or the 'hit amen if you love Jesus' chain letters," Steve said, making a little face. "Not workplace appropriate."

There was a completely normal tail flick of annoyance at that. Which Tony could in no way control, oh god why. "Chain letters never die," he said darkly. "But, okay. Let's see how well you kids can shut down these kinds of 'conversations' and we can all hope next week is normal."

Writing the Great American (Romance) Novel, Thursday, Per 2

[glacial_queen]

Karla had brought the children to the island today to keep them out of the way back at the estate as they finished up their preparations to head to Ebon Askavi. She thought it would be nice to get them out from underfoot back home and Kayla, at least, was always delighted to visit the island. Kayla had also been delighted to turn into a little blue pony immediately upon stepping out of the portal, complete with wings and unicorn horn.

Sighing, Karla had corralled her young daughter and her (thankfully) still-human infant son over to the school, figuring out how to adapt her plans for the day to take into account her students being ponies. Wasn't this supposed to be a weekend thing, island?

"Good morning class," Karla said, when they'd arrived, humans and ponies and dragons alike. "I see Fandom's up to its usual tricks and games. We were going to start our discussions of setting and how that can affect the novel you're writing, but I think that can wait until next week. Today, we're going to watch a movie and I'd like you to think about various scenes of the movie that really sell the romance."

And then she settled back and proceeded to try to distract her daughter for the next hour who just wanted to flutter around and play.