fandomhigh | Logically Speaking, Period 6, 12 May '09

Mohinder had pulled the classroom chairs into a broad semi-circle and was sitting on his desk, reading through his class list when the students showed up.

When everyone had taken a seat, Mohinder started off with introductions. "Good afternoon. This is the workshop for Logically Speaking - if you signed up then you should be here, and if you are here then hopefully the converse is true. My name is Mohinder Suresh, when I'm not here I'm a doctor of genetics from New York. Now, you know who I am I'd like to know your name, your point of origin and what would be the first thing you'd rescue if your home was burning."

After that was completed, Mohinder started passing round a handout. "We'll start with humour. What it is that makes us laugh - and that can be a product of our history environment and so on. But much of it follows a logical pattern. From the juxtasposition of unrelated ideas, puns or plays on sounds, practical jokes undercutting someone's dignity to the more contrived arts of coincidence and mistaken identity in comedy."

"Now, I want to try and make each other laugh. Verbally, please. Then try and figure out why that joke worked," said Mohinder, adding, "Oh, and Claire Butler? ~~assuming she's here~~ I'd like to speak to you after class."

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Name, origin and what you'd rescue from your burning building, please!

Edited 2009-05-12 16:44 (UTC)

"I'm Ino, from Konohagakure no Sato--Konoha for short, and..." Ino blanched a bit. "Any of our spare explosives."

Because that was a good thing to get rid of fast if the house was already burning.

"There'd be much in the way odf explosives at home?" Mohinder asked. He would lose his sense of surprise one of these days.

"Quite possibly," she said, making a face. "Depending on other factors, but there's always a bit."

"Enough to cause much damage?" he checked.

"Odds are 'bout fifty-fifty," she mused. "A lot of what we've got explosive-wise won't blow in a fire, but some of it will. So..."

"I'm Claire Butler, I'm from Texas and I'd rescue..." everything she could since she wouldn't get hurt "... my family members."

~~Uncles, maybe?~~ Mohinder nodded, "And if I cut what you can rescue down to objects?"

~~Wouldn't you? Rawr.~~ "Um," Claire considered that. "Objects are replaceable. People aren't."

~~Flint? Not my type.~~ "And if it was a choice between an object and a person - well, it wouldn't be a choice," said Mohinder. "But sometimes people can save themselves."

~~EW!~~ Claire nodded. "That's true. I guess if all the people I cared about were safe, I would try to rescue sentimental objects. One of my teddy bears or a photo album or something."

"Jon O'Neill, Colorado Springs," by way of a space ship, "and nothing really." Everything he had could be replaced. Again.

"There's nothing you have that you'd want to hang onto?"

Jon shook his head. "Nope. Everything is replaceable." Everything that really mattered to him, Jack had.

"Liir Thropp, from Oz," he said, wondering if the professors talked much, "and I don't really know what I'd save."

I keep my broom with me. Food can be replaced, Makejoy would run--

Hmm.

"My mother's cloak and the metal horse I was given."

"Metal horse?" Mohinder asked. "That wouldn't be too bulky?"

He shook his head.

"It's only about the width of my hand. It's a toy. It was a gift."

"I'm Valentine Wiggin," she answered. "Greensboro, North Carolina. If my house were burning down and I actually thought myself capable of rescuing anything, it would be..."

There was just a fleeting second, a moment before deciding to lie or be more truthful than even she'd expected.

"...my brother."

"Your brother wouldn't be capable of rescuing himself?"

No, the brother she was thinking of would most likely have started the fire himself.

"Oh, no," Valentine said. "He would be."

That didn't negate the fact that she'd still want to rescue him, just as much to hold it over his head as to have him alive. These were all details she thought best left unsaid, though.

"But in the case that perhaps he wasn't. If not him, then my parents, but they're probably capable of rescuing themselves, too, so I guess nothing. Everything else is just material goods."

"I'm a Yakko Warner! I'm a cartoon character," Yakko said. As proof, Yakko pulled a drum out from under his desk, burst through it, and said, "That's all, folks!"

"And I'd rescue my bucket."

"Gabrielle, from Poteidaia, in Greece, about three thousand years ago," she said. That number could be off in either direction by . . . gods only knew how much, really ~~thank you chronology of cracktastic~~, but that was the last figure she'd been given. "Now, if it was up to me to do the rescuing, I'd take my staff, since it was a gift from my Amazon tribe, and my scrolls, because nobody else seems to be writing down those stories."

Honestly. Nobody having heard of Xena.

"But if Xena was around," she continued blithely, "I think it's pretty safe to say that everything in the building just might end up rescued anyway."

. . . mind you, when Gabrielle heard "building," she tended to think "small hut of the variety found in most rural villages in her time." Possibly built, gods only knew why, with bamboo.

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