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Applied Science | Monday | 11.09

The lab tables had potatoes, wires, nails, and cheap digital clocks on them this morning. One of these things was not like the others.

"We're making potato batteries today," Tyler said, explaining the odd assortment. "What you're doing is using the potato to transfer electrochemical energy. Now, a battery is a device that converts chemical energy directly to electrical energy.[21] It consists of a number of voltaic cells; each voltaic cell consists of two half cells connected in series by a conductive electrolyte containing anions and cations ...." He went on for a while, thoroughly explaining the science.

"The potato's not important. The potato's just acting as a buffer between the zinc in the nails and the copper in the wire. You can do pretty much the same thing with lemons, pickles, apples ... you get the idea."

"Pair up and use this handout to make potato batteries. Extra credit if you find a better way to do it."

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Jonothon was there, and while he hadn't been up all night with a cranky pony, he did have a bird to contend with.

He was occasionally thumping his forehead against a desk. It was keeping him awake.

Tyler eyed Jono before making his way over. "Does your religion forbid experimenting on potatoes?"

Jono gave his head a shake.

//Nope. I've got nothin' against potatoes,// he replied, raising an eyebrow slightly. //And religion hasn't exactly done me any favours, lately.//

"The banging your head was what I was trying to ask about," Tyler said, matching the eyebrow raise. "It's interesting. Rhythmic. Anything wrong?"

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//Tired,// Jono reported, shrugging. //Friend of mine turned into a bird yesterday during a game of football.//

Soccer, Jono.

//I have a hard enough time sleepin' with my flatmate in th'room. Tossing Jean-Th'-Bird into the mix is going to take some gettin' used to.//

Tyler made a small noise of genuine sympathy. After a moment, he laughed. "Must be the week for it. My boyfriend's a pony."

... which was more about his personal life than he normally acknowledged in class, but a year and change in, Tyler was starting to get over it. It wasn't like it wasn't on radio twice a week anyhow.

"Birds don't sleep?"

Jono didn't seem to care one way or another who the teacher decided to sleep with. It wasn't as though he was one to judge, really. He had flames coming out of his face.

//It isn't that. Birds sleep just fine,// he sighed. //I'm just one of those people who... doesn't deal terribly well with other people, I suppose.//

Well, it wasn't as if Tyler was planning on getting into an in-depth discussion about the matter, either. He registered the utter lack of reaction and moved on.

"So the houseguest is throwing you off," Tyler surmised. "Got it. Jean doesn't have a regular roomie or a boyfriend or something that you can dump the bird with?"

He was so very caring.

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Jonothon shrugged, at that.

//I've got no clue,// he replied. //I just figured that since I was the one who damn near killed her with a ball yesterday when she changed, it was somewhat my responsibility.//

Somewhat. Kinda. As you do.

"... yeah, that'd make me feel kind of guilty," Tyler admitted. "She's okay? Flapping and squawking?"

//About as fine as she can be, considering she's a bird,// Jono agreed, trying not to sound about as tired as he felt about the whole thing. //Now if I can figure out the art of changing my clothing under my bedsheets or somesuch, I'll be on a roll.//

It was awkward enough checking his bandages every morning to be certain they were holding with just Jak around, dammit.

"You could do it in the bathroom," Tyler suggested, not really thinking the problem through.

Jono just levelled Tyler with a look that stated well and truly exactly how much he was now accusing him of not thinking said problem through.

In all fairness, Tyler probably wasn't entirely aware of Jono's reasons for wrapping himself up and freaking out over food and such. But he was tired and working very hard on not being too cranky, and so A Look it was going to be.

//Whatever blokes are makin' use of th'bathroom first thing in th'morning probably don't need the light show any more'n Jean does.//

Tyler was too old, too wise and too cranky to argue with a look like that from a student. He leveled his own look back -- a kind of 'don't glare at teachers, young man' thing -- but it was distinctly half-hearted.

"... don't hurt yourself with the headbanging," he decided.

//Right, then,// Jonothon agreed. That seemed fair enough to him. No prying, no suggestions that he'd have to go through any sort of pains to shoot down. Just one relatively useful bit of advice that he'd probably take, because he wasn't in any mood to have to bandage up more of himself than usual.

... And then he got on with it. It was only an occasional forehead-thump, anyhow.

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