Friday, September 2nd, 2016

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There was no teacher in the room by the time class was scheduled to start. No, it was about ten minutes after the fact that Deadpool came wandering on on with a pumpkin spice latte. Because it was fall, motherfuckers. According to Starbucks, at least.

"Hey, you're still here. Maybe. Who knows if you waited or not," he said cheerfully. "Oh, different mediums. You make my jokes hard. And that is what she said."

He put the latte down to give himself a high five for that.

"Anyway, I was mostly hoping to find an empty classroom because, let's be honest here, I am absolute shit at teacher. Great in the box office and the bedroom, bad at teaching. I made my point in the same sentence. It's just eerie, isn't it?" he asked, taking a seat on the edge of the desk. His teachin' desk. "But, you know what they say... 'Never trust a Serbian with your money' and here I am. Teaching you kids because I didn't listen to it. Moral of the story: teach what you love."

How the hell was that the moral?

"It just is. Anyway, this class is about ignoring your problems. Something I'm a bit of an expert at. We should probably do introductions, but to be honest, I'll just end up calling you whatever nickname I feel like. So, yeah. What's your name and favorite way to ignore your existential angst?"

Library, Friday

Friday, September 2nd, 2016 04:47 pm
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A soft melodic tune could be heard in the library today. Lucille found it inapporpriate, as a library was supposed to be quiet, but it was one of the less annyoing things she had encountered during her shifts here, and the melody was rather soothing.

It was very soothing. So much so that Lucille soon found herself asleep over a book.

[Open. Enter the library if you dare.]
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Cara was not holding class in the Danger Shop. Nor was there anything even slightly resembling a car, or even pictures of a car in the classroom she was holding it in.

There was however a very cranky Mord'Sith who had the expression of someone who'd spent much of the previous night unsuccessfully trying to get their head around the concept of a hook turn (and who was as yet unaware that the likelihood of any of her class actually needing to know about them was low at best).

"Introductions," she said, not rubbing her temple even though she very much wanted to. "I'm going to give you the benefit of assuming none of you actually thought signing up was a good idea after reading that class description, so name, class, and if you have any experience with the subject."

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