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Japanese Etiquette & Tradition, 3/08/10, Period 5

Once again, class was set up in the Danger Shop.

Unlike usual, today's setting was...

A bathroom.

Algren was there, too. This much was probably obvious. And he was looking tired. Amused, but tired.

"Japanese bathrooms are different from the ones that you see out here," he informed the class, not bothering with any pleasantries before leaping into the lecture. There were no pleasantries to be had when you spent a part of your weekend changing your best friend's diaper. "The bathroom in Japan is two rooms; one with a sink where you undress, and another, with a shower and a bathtub. Don't bother looking for the toilet, which is essentially a glorified hole in the floor. It's likely to be found in a different room entirely."

Confused yet?

"There's a bit of a ritual to bathing. Before you get into the tub, you wash yourself off with water from a separate bowl. The tub itself is just for soaking in, and the water that's drawn tends to be pretty hot, compared to what most people around here use. Soap is applied outside of the tub, and is rinsed off outside of it as well. When you're done doing the cleaning with the soap? Get back in and soak some more."

Because they apparently never did anything simply in Japan, anymore. Algren shrugged.

"The bathwater is generally kept clean so that it can be used by other people in the household. I can't imagine too many people are so desperate to leap into somebody else's dirty water." And here, he was taking pains to not make eye-contact with any medieval students in the room. Ignore that. "There's no assignment today, because I'm not going to be the teacher who assigns baths to my students. Take it easy. Try to forget the weekend."

Nathan would be trying to forget diapers.

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Traumatized from your weekend!

Annja Creed

Didi

Kate Gregson

Triela

Morgana

Momoko Akatsutsumi

Jill McTeague

Elena

Or talk amongst yourselves and such. Wonder at the many many steps to bathing.

It was a subdued Didi who listened to the lecture. She ... really hadn't liked being the Death she had been for the last two days. It was like everything she didn't like about her job being pushed to the front of per personality.

Though she wouldn't have hated keeping a little bit of the boobs.

She pondered how she was going to apologize to Jono and Deadpool while Algren explained the steps of bathing.

Kate was subdued as well, and tired, and lost in her thoughts.

Even if it had ended well, a fight was still a fight and took a lot out of her.

Triela was just going to hope that no one was able to connect her with that... thing from the weekend. She didn't think anyone had spotted her in her room, so... maybe she'd get away with it.

Momoko was feeling almost herself again, having spent a few hours sifting through the stuff now in her head and crying into her pillow for a bit. She was not, however, feeling normal enough to actually care about plumbing in old Japan. (Her house had a real toilet, thank you very much!)

Or maybe being bored and trying to come up with people's names in katakana was her being normal?

Who has taken, for the moment, every bad thing about her weekend and shoved it behind walls of absolute confidence. She is pretending, with every scrap of her attention, that she's totally okay really.

And that she hadn't slipped out on the nurses who'd made her miss Tyler-sensei's class because she'd been knocked unconscious by a brick on Friday. Ino… hadn't really minded missing class. She hadn't wanted to see people right then. Now, she still didn't, but class was better than staring up at the clinic ceiling.

Painkillers, too, were wondrous things.

Who is probably in a better mood than his TA today? Wait until he pings in, please.

Algren was there, with his arms crossed over his chest, stifling a yawn.

Tyler and Tony owed him big.

Tyler looked subdued as he scuffled up to Algren, hunched and with his hands in his pockets. He'd left his house that morning without taking much time for proper thanks.

"So," he said. "Pretty sure I owe you forever."

"Forever at least," Nathan agreed, quirking an eyebrow at Tyler and tossing in a small nod for good measure. "Not that you had any say in what was going on, granted."

"No, I was pretty much not a decisionmaker," Tyler admitted. "I'm trying to think of how it could have been worse and all I can come up with is that this time I wasn't a vampire and I didn't recite Bette Midler."

"And here I completely forgot to get photos of you as a baby," Nathan mused, his lips twitching into a tired smile. "Better a baby than a repeat of last year, though. Absolutely."

Because if Tyler had become Louis again, Nathan would have probably become Lestat to match.

Never again.

"I can get my dad to email you some if you care that much," Tyler (who would second that never again and add a please) said. "... though I don't know if that was me as a baby, or just a random baby."

"Tony called himself Sherlock," Nathan noted, demonstrating his astounding powers of observation. "Odds are, you were just a random baby."

A pause.

"A considerably smelly one."

"Then definitely a random baby," Tyler said, poker-faced. He had never been smelly.

"Sherlock, huh? I can't even imagine what Tony would have done if he was stuck with a baby for two days." He scratched his chin. "Who was the blonde lady?"

"That would be Angua," Nathan replied, smiling a bit more. He liked Angua. She was easy to talk to. "She was herself over the weekend, so far as I can tell."

"Angua," Tyler repeated carefully. "Yeah, I'll ... send her a fruit basket or something."

"As far as I can tell, she's one of the island's police," Nathan added, helpfully. See? He was totally a super-sleuth. Sherlock Stark had nothing on him.

"Not exactly where I normally hang out," Tyler said, after a beat. "Which is probably why I didn't recognize her."

"She gets out and about. I met her at the Perk, actually. Her pocket organizer was talking back at her at the time."

So far as Algren was aware, this was perfectly normal for this day and age. Which probably explained why he still hadn't made any attempt to give in to the siren call of the Blackberry.

Or even the telephone, for that matter.

Tyler ran that through an Algren-to-modern filter and incorrectly decided she'd been taking a call on a speakerphone, or she had one of those units that would read your email out loud to you. He nodded.

"I'll watch for her," he said. "I'm going to head out and try to track Sherlock down, but thanks again."

He offered his hand for Algren to shake. It would have been a hug for most people, but there was that Algren-to-modern thing again.

A handshake, Algren could absolutely do. And was most definitely the proper decision on Tony's part.

A hug would have just been weird.

"It's good to have you back to normal," he replied. "Take care, Tyler."

Kate wandered over after class, looking a little worn out. "Professor Algren? Sorry I missed class last week."

Algren offered her a small smile, giving his head a shake.

"I suppose I'll have to have you catch up on the in-class assignment in your own time, Miss Gregson. Hopefully you like noodles."

Oh, yes. He was a horrible taskmaster, that Captain Algren.

"Noodles?" Well, that made Kate's expression brighten considerably. "Noodles are good."

"We covered table manners," he explained, nodding faintly. "Everybody had their own bento," he was assuming that she knew what that word meant, yes, "and I threatened to swat them on the knuckles if they misused the chopsticks."

No, he hadn't.

"And I missed that?" Well, she'd been eating candy and playing video games (and avoiding Mitchell) so she wasn't exactly heartbroken. "I even know how to use chopsticks."

"I'll consider that good enough, then," Algren replied, smiling. "Unless you had your heart set on eating noodles, of course."

"I live in the dorms," kate told him. "I think I'll be eating noodles no matter what. But, if that's all, I'm very grateful."

"That's all," he confirmed. "Is that all you'll be needing today, Miss Gregson?"

She nodded with a little smile. "Yes, that's all. Thanks again, Professor Algren, and bye."

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