fandomhigh | Ethics & Etiquette - 1st Period

Today was a good day for class. It was a million and a half degrees out and Deadpool was clutching a fan like he was gonna end up marrying the damn thing. Oh, a full body costume was a baaaad idea.

"My brain has melted, can't we make 'em watch a movie?"

At least Deadpool was wearing cotton. Steve could tell a few stories about slogging through the jungle in the Pacific theater wearing leather and mail. "That would be shirking our responsibilities." His tone said exactly how he felt about that.

Which got a very teenage eyeroll and sigh from Deadpool. "Fiiiine. Today we're learning about how to work on a team and not end up strangling people in their sleep."

"No matter how much you may be tempted to," Steve added. "Not that I would know anything about that." Sometimes he could lie with the best of them.

"Riiiiight. So how about we make up a handy dandy list of ways to treat our co-workers when they get on our nerves that doesn't involve attempted murder. Like, for instance, your teammate has suddenly gained crazy new powers and is being a massive douche, how do you respond?" Deadpool asked. "And don't say you'll talk it out because that's just B.S. and you all know it."

"Talking it out can work," Steve protested. "Don't be so quick to discount it." Except for when it didn't, Tony. "Or say you and your teammate are having a disagreement and your teammate has sided with the people shooting at you. How do you handle that?" Tony. Possibly Steve had issues.

"...sleep with them?" Oh, Deadpool. The heat made you bitchy.

Steve stared at Wade as he slowly turned bright red, and when he regained the ability to speak, "How did you kn--it wasn't--no, Wade." He turned to address the class and say firmly, "Sex solves nothing. Talking is a much better option." Or, you know, an actual pitched battle in Times Square.

And changing the face of a company for years to come until people get bored and bring you back while the other guys is randomly schtupping his secretary whose husband he yanked from life support with that crazy technopathy thingy.

...What? No one said Marvel was sane.

"Okay! So how about you all pair off and come up with scenarios for each other and then figure out a solution, hmmmmm? Be nice and fun and whoever brings me ice cream gets an A."

"Yes," Steve said, still blushing furiously. "Let's do that. But you don't have to bring us ice cream, really."

"Do too!"

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Help each other through this trying situations. No killing.

Bobby looked around for a partner, all the while thinking to himself that maybe he should mail a copy of his notes from this class back home or something, Scott.

"Do you understand what we are to be doing?" Raven said. She was slightly confused. That happened a great deal in this place.

"Sort of, maybe, I think?" Bobby's usual solution was to let Scott sulk it off, honestly. The other boy wasn't much of a talker.

"I do not have much experience," Raven confessed.

"Working on a team," she added quickly.

Bobby had loads of experience working on a team! He just wasn't allowed to talk about it. "My other school," he didn't quite want to say 'old school' because he still belonged there too damnit, "only has five students, including me. So that's sort of like a team." Or, you know, exactly like a team.

"I was trained alone," Raven said. "Coming to Fandom was my first time working with others." She paused and gave Bobby a strange look. "Do you know there is something in your hair?"

Adora looked for someone who might have an idea of what they were supposed to be doing here. How was school more difficult than doing battle with the Horde?

"Do you have any idea what they want?" Rose asked in an undertone.

And then she realised she'd talked to this chick last week on the night not to be talked about and wanted to facepalm.

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"Not a clue," Adora admitted, giving Snow a smile. She knew she'd seen her somewhere. "School is not my strong suit."

Hannibal ruffled Angela's fur into a faux hawk while he waited for a partner. Such a good boyfriend.

"Clearly," Zack said, making his way over to Hannibal (and the cute fuzzy thing! Eeee!), "the solution to whatever the problem that we have to make up is to go and get ice cream."

"Ice cream does make everything better," Hannibal agreed immediately. "Because, really, who can hold a grudge when you've got ice cream in front of you?"

"It's a miracle food!" Well, it was! "As are cookies, but today seems like it is so much more of an ice cream day."

Even if Zack seemed quite comfortable in his sleeveless knit turtleneck, thank you.

"It's hot as hell outside," he agreed with a wince. "I dunno how Angela's not panting her ass off with all this fur."

The fuzzy critter on his desk, or Angela, didn't seem bothered either. She looked more bored.

"She'd get pissed if I shaved her."

"She's cute, though," Zack offered, and then squinted a little at the red panda. Very cute. But whatever it was was a mystery to him, yes. "She's a student, huh? What is she? Maybe they can eat ice cream, too?"

"Student and my girlfriend," he laughed. "Been like this for over a week. And I, uh, actually have no idea what she is. I've been calling her a fuzzy critter because my knowledge of animals ends at like lions and I know she's not that."

He really needed to find info on red pandas so he'd know what his girlfriend had turned into.

"I did give her some pizza last week so maybe she can have ice cream," he said, wanting to try that now.

Mystery critter! Adorable and inexplicable!

It had a neat ring to it!

"Do you think Deadpool would dismiss us if we promised to bring back ice cream for him, too?"

It was kind of obvious which of the two ethics teachers Zack was starting to take after, here. He kinda figured Mr. Rogers wouldn't have excused them for that kind of thing.

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Joan thought this exercise sounded kind of odd, but she looked for a partner anyway.

Diana sat down next to Joan. "Diana Hansen."

"Joan Girardi," she replied.

"You're being chased by cookie-weilding Girl Guides who want to have a sing-a-long." Diana said instantly. The scenario had nothing to do with her weekend, really.

Hmmm. Sounded like something God would make her do. "I'd probably just have the sing-along with them."

"It's a ten year long sing-a-long." Diana informed her. "And you'd loose your soul."

Okay, so not something God would make her do. "Well, in that case, I'd try to figure out how to get rid of them. I assume you mean they are evil."

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