Seven Secrets to Success - Wednesday, 5/27 - Period Five

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The professor seemed to be missing for the moment and the classroom was certainly different from usual. There were no desks, no little chairs; instead, there was a single table covered in yarn and a couple of books on crochet projects. The right hand wall said that the place was QUARANTINE SUITE 152, but not much more than that. Immediately in front of them, across from the now-closing door, was a great black empty window.

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Re: Wander Through the Halls

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If Rimmer was asked normally, she would be told to Always Prepare for the Unexpected or that a Successful Person Thinks On Their Feet.

Right now, however, she'd probably be told a parable about a chicken and a tuba that caused the Industrial Revolution.

Also that he was right around the corner because holograms don't actually have to obey the laws of physics.

Re: Wander Through the Halls

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And the wonderful thing was that, thanks to Jeff, Turtle might actually be able to make some logical sense out of the chicken and a tuba story.

It had an awful lot to do with a chicken not having lips to play a tuba, and an industrious mind who thought to make fake chicken lips, and inadvertently started Industry.

And that last part probably meant Turtle could have all but ran into him as she turned the corner.

Re: Wander Through the Halls

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Either Rimmer would cheer the industriousness. And possibly realize that in his current position in the timeline, he could get the jump on that little bugger from Io House and invent the Tension Sheet first.

But probably not.

"Good morning."

Rimmer turned his head to the side and made a sound akin to a keening baboon. Then he continued.

"Do you have any ketchup?"

Re: Wander Through the Halls

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Turtle considered.

Not if she had any ketchup, because obviously she didn't, but how she could use the ketchup to her advantage here. Having no real clue what was going on, she figured it wouldn't hurt to just...work on being successful at whatever it was.

"There actually might be some ketchup in it for you if you help me figure out exactly where to go.

She hesitated for obvious reasons before this last part: "Sir."

Re: Wander Through the Halls

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He nodded slowly, obviously pleased.

"You are wise, Wexler. Wise indeed. But the ketchup is not for me. The ketchup is for Mr. Flibble."

The little handpuppet flapped something very interesting.

"I don't know, Mr. Flibble. You really think she's keeping it there?"

Re: Wander Through the Halls

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Oh, God," Turtle was properly scandalized, thank you. "I don't know if you can legally say that in a classroom setting! Even when it looks like some weird spaceship corridor."