Laying Low for Beginners

[futurespacemom]

There was no teacher when the students arrived in class, but shortly after, Hera rushed in the door, checked the number on it, then nodded. "Right. Sorry, guys, Kanan is out. He's off...doing something. I just remembered he had this class, so I thought I'd come and let you know."

She shrugged. "So, you're supposed to learn laying low, right? I have only the vaguest idea what Kanan has already taught you. Has he gone over voices yet? Your voice is something that can" apparently make people fall instantly in love with you "give you away in any number of ways - the actual sound of it, your accent, the words you choose. I don't know much about Earth accents except that apparently the local one sounds mid-Rim and the Coruscanti accent sounds like something called British, and the Ryloth accent sounds like something called French."

She took a deep breath. "Anyway - think of your own accent, and how you use words, and whether your voice is high- or low-pitched and what else could give you away. Then, try to change it. Come up here and talk to us, and try to make yourself sound like someone else. Someone from another place, or another age, or whatever. Then realize how hard it is, and go away and practice." She grinned. "Maybe try it out on Kanan next week in retaliation."

He would definitely be back next week. He had better.

Swashbucklin'!, Thursday

[doesnotkneel]

Students entering the Danger Shop wouldn't find much of a teacher.

In fact, as soon as the door slammed shut behind them, they were on an island.

With a single palm tree.

And a raft made of some flotsam.

Huh.

[[ wait for the ocd ]]

Self-Care for Optimal Stabbing, Thursday, Period 3

[wrongkindofsith]

Just when everyone thought it was safe to go to class, they were back in a normal classroom with the word 'sex' on the board.

Because it was happening. No, not like that, you pervert.

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