Celtic Studies classes for Tuesday

[godinakilt.livejournal.com]

Camulus is looking thoughtful this morning, and all traces of his earlier pissiness and chocolate addiction seem to have dissapated. The moose head is looking almost rakish this morning. A poster advertising the La na Gaidhlig on October 29th is hanging on the wall, including information on a Gaelic play, a ceilidh, and a milling frolic. All in Gaelic, of course.

"Feasgar math, class." He sighs. "There are only two students left in my Gaelic class. As such, I will no longer be holding regular classes, but will offer Gaelic tutorial to any interested students. This is open to any students in the school, not only my current student roster.

"That said, on to Arthurian Traditions.

"Last week Ivanova was kind enough to share her own experience with the living Arthurian legend and I asked you to think of some other instances where Arthur has been literally or figuratively resurrected to deal with crisis. For today's class I'd like you to share these stories and we can discuss them. I'd also like to hear your suggestions for a class display for Parents Weekend." He glares around at the class. "I want to hear everyone participate. Potter, Halliwell, Scissorhands, Adama, Belthazor. The only one of you to actually consistently show up is Angelus."

[[Saturday really is Gaelic Day, so I will be atttending a play, a ceilidh, and a milling frolic. I had hoped to do something with my Gaelic class and realised that I had no students.]]

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[sensethevisions]

Phoebe is exhausted as the Student Council meeting ran late and every class wnats to do something for Parents Weekend.

"We could work on a timeline of sorts, something that shows how often the legend has sprouted up into favorism throughout time?"

[godinakilt.livejournal.com]

Camulus nods. "That would be an excellent idea. It would provide the historical context for each 'resurrection' that is really the purpose of this class." He looks at the other students. "Thoughts?"

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Beka cleared her throat and waited to see if Camulus wanted her to speak in this class or not.

[godinakilt.livejournal.com]

Camulus waves a hand vaguely in her direction, a carry-over from days of imperial displeasure. He catches himself halfway through and folds his hands. "Yes, Ms. Valentine?" he asks innocently, seemingly too intent on her response. And hoping not to get poked, of course.

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Beka forced down a smile, though it pleased her that he'd caught himself being dismissive. "Considering that our timelines are, for lack of a better word, frelled... It might be a nice addition to include a brief discussion of the methods by which the myths are transmitted over time and space. Since it's for Parents Weekend, this might be best as a recording."

A valiant first effort.

[godinakilt.livejournal.com]

Camulus nods slowly. It actually is a good idea. "You're referring, of course, to oral and written versions of the stories and the various cultural diasporae which would have carried them? A good point. However, I have observed that timelines previous to this current time in Fandom are more or less, ah, unfrelled. We could combine the two by connecting each resurrection of the legend in time *and* space . . ." In spite of himself, he's getting excited about this."

I do try so hard. All for you, a ghraidh.

[[Crap. We just created a project *I* want to do.]]

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

"That. And physical means of transmission. As to the frelling, I meant the various futures. There may be several that carry the Arthurian tradition. Mine does."

All for me? I almost believe you, darling. Your subtext requires a bit more in the way of sincerity.

[godinakilt.livejournal.com]

"Really? How very interesting," Camulus purrs, leaning forward. "I'd love to hear about it. Perhaps in a less . . . scholastic setting. And by oral and written, I was also referring to physical means of transmission. I find that those of more advanced age technology underappreciate the value of a good yarn."

You doubt my sincerity? I am hurt. You wound me.

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

"We could get together for coffee some time. I love a good story. Are you paying attention?" she offers not quite neutrally.

It's my nature to distrust. You know you love that about me.

[godinakilt.livejournal.com]

Camulus opens his mouth to state that he doesn't like coffee, realises that this is another of his "lessons", and grumbles internally. "Coffee with you would be a pleasure. The telling of stories is always something I enjoy. And with your company, Beka, what could be better?" His teeth were starting to hurt from the sweetness in his mouth. "Name the time and place and I will be your humble servant." He pauses. "In a fully figurative sense. Don't start getting ideas."

One trait among many. I could write you a list, if you prefer.

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

"Let me check my schedule for the week. I have an assignment that is my top priority. I'll get back to you, Camulus. I wouldn't miss the opportunity to help further your socialization to spend time with my favorite er, one of my favorites professor." She cocked her head, smiling pleasantly. "I'd rather have a friend, than a servant."


Hmm. It's tempting. But I'd rather hear them revealed one by painful one.

[godinakilt.livejournal.com]

Camulus inclines his head courteously. "Do check your schedule. It would give me the greatest pleasure to be counted as . . . a friend. And as such, to spend some friendly time with you."

I'll begin noting them for your future perusal.

[[Telling ghost stories. Very confusing. My mum actually made my dad write a list once. It was three stickies long.]]

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Friends exhibit warmth, not courtesy. Work on that. "I'll give you a call or stop by your office. In the meantime, there was an assignment we were discussing," she chided, bringing them back to the classroom conversation.

Usually better to ask students out after class, not in the middle. But points from me for making me feel important.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angelus turns in a report on the Order of Aurelius's belief in the Anointed One, who comes during a time of crisis in order to act as a warrior for the Brethren of Aurelius. Angelus manages to hand the report in without making it too clear that he thinks the Order of Aurelius is a bunch of pretentious twats who only believe in froo-froo vampire legends because it would be impossible for them to get dates otherwise.

"I could do some drawing if it's needed," Angelus volunteered. "For the display. Though note my player has no l33t Photoshop skillz so any pictures will be of the described in text kind"

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Maybe you could order your pretty Pet to do it, Daddy. As an assignment. *eyes lowered*

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Beka arrives looking inordinately amused and takes a seat somewhere near Angelus and Phoebe. She's not required to be here, but if she's to 'guide' Camulus, she needs to attend as many of his classes as possible.

She nods to Camulus, but says nothing. If he asked, she might have something to say about Dylan Hunt as the Once and Future King, but then again she probably wouldn't as only her mun knows about him. Also, her mun hasn't slept in over 24 hours so Camulus shouldn't call on her unless he wants to get poked really hard in front of his students.

[demonbelthazor]

Belthazor shares the story of Zankou, a powerful demon banished by the Source, yet some said would return to the Underworld in a time of great trouble.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angelus flicked a note over at Bel.

Darla's coming. Early.

If Bel were to look over at Angelus, he'd see his fuckbuddy his BFF the vampire looking happier than Bel had ever seen him.

[demonbelthazor]

Belthazor noted the definite upswing in Angelus' mood. He wrote back:

When do I get to meet her?

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

The note came back.

Not sure yet Player is still working on permissions But my day just got brighter.

[demonbelthazor]

I can tell. You're positively glowing.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

I'm pregnant? You would too if you heard her voice purring at you in your voice mail. 100 years. Man was not meant to wait that long. Nor was vampire.

[demonbelthazor]

I know women can take a long time to get ready, but that's a little much. What kept her?

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Age old love story: I was souled, she was dust.

[demonbelthazor]

She was dust? And she got better?

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Apparently.

...

That's not as uncommon on my world as you'd think.

[demonbelthazor]

Same on mine but I won't know that for awhile.

So this is the tearful reunion? We're not going to be seeing much of you all weekend, are we?

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Tearing, biting, scratching, hitting - did I mention the biting?

If I'm lucky. But of course I'll be bringing her around to meet the gang, don't you fret.

She's even hinting about staying in town. I hope she's not just teasing me.