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fandomhigh2010-08-04 12:31 am
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Beaching It [Week 5, Period 5, Wed. 8/4]
It seemed getting to the beach for class over an hour before class was supposed to meet and relaxing had led to John falling asleep while he tanned. Now, he was a smart man so there was no fear of resulting sunburn, however, a certain baby bobcat TA had found him and, being a very curious, cruel, and resourceful bobcat, had buried the teacher in the sand. Turned out her paws really liked the feel of digging!
The bobcat lounged in the sun on her victim's towel, stretching to lick a paw and give an ear a rub as the class began to arrive. John eyed her cautiously through his sunglasses, having already sent a barrage of foul language her way to encourage her to dig him out already. Alas. "Well guys, I think we're gonna skip the demonstration part of how to build a sandcastle today. I did bring some buckets, shovels, and sculpting tools for interested parties, but it seems our TA thought it would be more fun to bury people in the sand. So that's what we're gonna do!"
He kind of hoped this tactic would lead to someone kind un-burying him at some point. "So, why bury a person in the sand? Well, for a good answer, ask Rose. Hell, the last time I was buried in the sand up to my neck I'd been murdered callously by my best friend and, well, in that reality he'd been a little on the border of something else, uh, but we won't go there right now! Anyhow, it's more a joke you play on nice guys who fell asleep around people he thought he could trust. Much like the old 'write foul words in sunscreen' gag. While I don't recommend the second, the first is kind of entertaining....for a while." Not a long while.
"So, grab a bucket and a hand shovel and get to digging!" John paused. "Or, you know, you could dig me out." He didn't think he was that lucky, actually.
The bobcat lounged in the sun on her victim's towel, stretching to lick a paw and give an ear a rub as the class began to arrive. John eyed her cautiously through his sunglasses, having already sent a barrage of foul language her way to encourage her to dig him out already. Alas. "Well guys, I think we're gonna skip the demonstration part of how to build a sandcastle today. I did bring some buckets, shovels, and sculpting tools for interested parties, but it seems our TA thought it would be more fun to bury people in the sand. So that's what we're gonna do!"
He kind of hoped this tactic would lead to someone kind un-burying him at some point. "So, why bury a person in the sand? Well, for a good answer, ask Rose. Hell, the last time I was buried in the sand up to my neck I'd been murdered callously by my best friend and, well, in that reality he'd been a little on the border of something else, uh, but we won't go there right now! Anyhow, it's more a joke you play on nice guys who fell asleep around people he thought he could trust. Much like the old 'write foul words in sunscreen' gag. While I don't recommend the second, the first is kind of entertaining....for a while." Not a long while.
"So, grab a bucket and a hand shovel and get to digging!" John paused. "Or, you know, you could dig me out." He didn't think he was that lucky, actually.
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