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Ethics & Etiquette - 1st Period - 7/27
"Good morning, everyone," Steve said. "Today we'll be talking about a subject near and dear to everyone's heart: how to behave when dealing with your roommate or roommates."
Deadpool nodded seriously along with that. "Important rules about replacing food and cleaning up their dirty laundry and not being so damn fat all the time. I mean, c'mon. If you're gonna teach a gym class, you should try to be in shape. But nooooo. Just wallowing about and bein' more fat."
...what? He was very passionate about the subject at hand.
Steve stared at Deadpool in his usual dealing-with-Deadpool manner, which meant he looked slightly blank for a moment as his brain tried and failed to process that, then said slowly, "I don't think we should judge people based on their weight, Wade."
"...dude, The Blob."
"Oh." And that was all Steve was going to say about that. "Having a roommate is really about respecting the other person and their right to live in a clean and nondisruptive environment. That's the base of all the little rules and routines, so if you can remember that you'll be fine." Said the man whose house had gotten blown up regularly for years. Maybe not as often as Xavier's, but still.
"And always, always, always throw something at them when they forget to wash the dishes and leave them in the sink until things start growing and quiche comes to life on you," Deadpool added.
"Ideally," Steve said, shooting a look at Deadpool, "Everyone will do their dishes in a timely manner so that things don't start growing in the sink. But even if they do, you shouldn't throw things at them." Unless they were Clint. "That's rude."
Deadpool eyed him. "Maybe in crazy Avenger Land where you have a butler to take care of things."
"I washed my own dishes," Steve said, sounding mildly offended. It was part of why he'd been able to keep kitchen privileges for so long. "But that's neither here nor there. A good roommate should also be considerate of their roommate's sleep schedule, which may be very different from their own, and not play loud music or practice mixed martial arts while other people are trying to sleep."
"Whoa! Whoa. Let's not be Nazis here. Nazi bees and or ones with stupid pink masks on. We can't just tell them not to practice mixed martial arts just because someone is sleeping," Deadpool replied. "That's just cruel and unusual, man."
He took a step forward, looking at an audience that wasn't there, hand on his chest. "Because the American dream includes practicing mixed martial arts in the wee hours of the night, just as much as it does protection from religious persecution and the ability to speak one's mind without fear of the goverment going all nutso on you and sending crazy ass Dark Avengers out to kill you. Norman. Seriously? Seriously? What kinda crack were the editors smoking to let that one get through?"
Steve wasn't even touching that. "You may have noticed by now that Mr. Wilson has some issues," Steve said to the students. "Let's just pretend that didn't just happen."
"He's being kind," Deadpool added. "I'm crazy and we all know that. Now, we're going to have a few scenarios that happen in real life all the time and you are gonna pair off to come up with solutions to them that--" He sighed. "--don't involve braining them with a shoe."
"So, pair up," Steve said, "and then you can draw scenarios out of this bowl. Get to it."
Deadpool nodded seriously along with that. "Important rules about replacing food and cleaning up their dirty laundry and not being so damn fat all the time. I mean, c'mon. If you're gonna teach a gym class, you should try to be in shape. But nooooo. Just wallowing about and bein' more fat."
...what? He was very passionate about the subject at hand.
Steve stared at Deadpool in his usual dealing-with-Deadpool manner, which meant he looked slightly blank for a moment as his brain tried and failed to process that, then said slowly, "I don't think we should judge people based on their weight, Wade."
"...dude, The Blob."
"Oh." And that was all Steve was going to say about that. "Having a roommate is really about respecting the other person and their right to live in a clean and nondisruptive environment. That's the base of all the little rules and routines, so if you can remember that you'll be fine." Said the man whose house had gotten blown up regularly for years. Maybe not as often as Xavier's, but still.
"And always, always, always throw something at them when they forget to wash the dishes and leave them in the sink until things start growing and quiche comes to life on you," Deadpool added.
"Ideally," Steve said, shooting a look at Deadpool, "Everyone will do their dishes in a timely manner so that things don't start growing in the sink. But even if they do, you shouldn't throw things at them." Unless they were Clint. "That's rude."
Deadpool eyed him. "Maybe in crazy Avenger Land where you have a butler to take care of things."
"I washed my own dishes," Steve said, sounding mildly offended. It was part of why he'd been able to keep kitchen privileges for so long. "But that's neither here nor there. A good roommate should also be considerate of their roommate's sleep schedule, which may be very different from their own, and not play loud music or practice mixed martial arts while other people are trying to sleep."
"Whoa! Whoa. Let's not be Nazis here. Nazi bees and or ones with stupid pink masks on. We can't just tell them not to practice mixed martial arts just because someone is sleeping," Deadpool replied. "That's just cruel and unusual, man."
He took a step forward, looking at an audience that wasn't there, hand on his chest. "Because the American dream includes practicing mixed martial arts in the wee hours of the night, just as much as it does protection from religious persecution and the ability to speak one's mind without fear of the goverment going all nutso on you and sending crazy ass Dark Avengers out to kill you. Norman. Seriously? Seriously? What kinda crack were the editors smoking to let that one get through?"
Steve wasn't even touching that. "You may have noticed by now that Mr. Wilson has some issues," Steve said to the students. "Let's just pretend that didn't just happen."
"He's being kind," Deadpool added. "I'm crazy and we all know that. Now, we're going to have a few scenarios that happen in real life all the time and you are gonna pair off to come up with solutions to them that--" He sighed. "--don't involve braining them with a shoe."
"So, pair up," Steve said, "and then you can draw scenarios out of this bowl. Get to it."

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...And also wondering just how crazy!teacher managed to be so freakin' crazy every week.
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Tara ... kind of didn't hate it. Somehow.
She wasn't really taking notes, though. She figured she and Fiona got along okay so far.
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Living with McCoy, however, was still an unknown variable, so she was paying at least cursory attention to the lecture.
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He'd played the weight card. Granted, not at her specifically, but he'd mentioned it.
Agnes glared at Deadpool. And her face was discovering that it could be turned as red as the teacher's mask from reasons OTHER than embarrassment. Well, there was plenty embarrassment wrapped up in there, too.
All the same, Deadpool was lucky she didn't have the power to kill him with her mind. Yet.
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1) Your roommate's archnemesis recently attacked and destroyed your home. Discuss this with him or her.
2) You arrive home to find your roommate drunk and passed out in your bed. With no clothes. (You do not have to act out this part. Please. Do not act out this part.) What do you do?
3) Your roommate is having sex while you're still in the room. How do you respond?
4) Your roommate has a distressing habit of leaving their dirty dishes in the bathroom sink. How do you respond?
5) You have found out that your roommate is actually your archnemesis, but the property is rent controlled. How do you work out a solution to the housing situation?
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No way in hell was she going to talk about #1.
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Feeling so lucky that none of those applied to her at this point.
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Share your bad roommate stories here!
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The summer after I got back from my study abroad in England, I had (foolishly) let my friends find a place for me. The house they picked was apparently fine when they looked at it but went to hell before I moved in. There was this one couple who went from sticking their dirty dishes in the bathroom (and washing them once a week, which I complained about) to sticking them in the kitchen sink (and washing them never). One morning I was fishing around in there to try to restore order ... and a plastic cup was full of maggots.
I shrieked. Then I moved out at the end of the month.
I've never lived with strangers since.
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Until we found out he was a raging alcoholic. Which still wasn't too bad because he just stayed in his room and drank himself into a stupor.
That is, until he needed to use the bathroom. At which point he would come out of his room, usually wearing his dress shirt and tie from work...and nothing else. This half-naked man would stumble drunkenly across the kitchen, flapping in the breeze.
We sort of got used to it. But occasionally we'd have guests and forget to warn them. They'd hear a noise from the kitchen and quite naturally turn their head to see who was there. The resulting trauma became a joy to behold.
After I moved out, I heard the horror stories about when they all finally moved out of the apartment. Naked Man's room was overflowing with beer bottles, not all of 'em empty. Because sometimes the bathroom was occupied, y'know. Though there was the one time he used the washing machine....
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