Ethics & Etiquette - 1st Period - 8/10

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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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Re: Pair Off

[longislandiceme]

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.

Re: Pair Off

[trigons_child]

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

Re: Pair Off

[longislandiceme]

"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.

Re: Pair Off

[trigons_child]

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

"Working on a team," she added quickly.

Re: Pair Off

[longislandiceme]

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.

Re: Pair Off

[trigons_child]

"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?"