Teamwork 101 -- Period 1 [Class #3] [Monday]

[raspberryturk]

Today, the class had been handwavily notified that they weren’t going to be meeting in the school, and that they should all throw on some crappy clothes and make their merry ways down to the Boards, where their teachers would be waiting for them.

“Yo, Rookies!” Reno didn’t care who the hell he was co-teaching with today. He was outside! The weather was friggin’ fantastic, and it was difficult to want to beat anyone in the face when the sun was shining this way. For now! “Bet you’re all happy you ain’t cooped up in the Danger Shop today, just pretendin’ that it’s sunny, huh? Thank the gods for weird-assed islands, yo.”

Genesis, for his part, was not nearly so enthusiastic as Reno. Nonetheless, it was a glorious day for some strange reason, and their class today directly benefited him.

He had Reno’s good mood to thank for the ease with which he’d accomplished that. Genesis was smug. “I’m sure they’ve noticed it’s sunny,” he said, very dryly. “Welcome to The Boards,” his domain, mwahaha, “and as you all have eyes, last I checked, I do hope you’ve all noticed the paint cans.”

And everything else they’d need to get to work. Ladders, paint pans, brushes...

“That’s your assignment today,” he said, sounding bored. “Pair up so that none of you idiots fall while working on the ladders, and paint.”

“What he said,” Reno agreed, peeling off his black jacket and rolling up the sleeves of the white dress-shirt that he wore underneath. “And if the person at the bottom of the ladder lets it shake, the person at the top totally has my permission to drop the roller on ‘em, yo.”

Reno was too kind. And also reaching for a roller for himself, as well. If Genesis let his ladder shake, he was going to paint inappropriate things on the side of his building. Really, what could possibly ruin today?

Genesis, drowning Reno in a vat of paint. He’d take much satisfaction from it.

“Let’s get to work,” he said, with a smile that was sharp-edged.

[Wait for the OCD up!]

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Re: Talk to the TAs!

[dontvotemeout]

"My parents are gone too," Jason said with a nod. "I was really close to my mom so...yeah, the sadness can pretty much eat you alive in the beginning. But you got through that once. You can do it again."

Re: Talk to the TAs!

[glacial_queen]

"Yours, too?" Karla asked. "I swear, there needs to be a club for all of us. It's a little depressing, actually."

A slight deflection, but it was that or explain that, while nine year old Karla had thought her parents' death was somehow her fault, sixteen year old Karla had been directly responsible for Raven's death. It made getting through it a little difficult.

Re: Talk to the TAs!

[dontvotemeout]

"It is depressing how many people can say the same thing," Jason said. "But that means there's lots of people who know how you feel when something's wrong. It's definitely a nice thing about being at the school, that's for sure."

Re: Talk to the TAs!

[glacial_queen]

Karla set down her roller and extended a paint-bespeckled hand to Jason. "Thanks for being one of them," she said, giving him a kind of wobbly half-smile. "And for coming over to check on me. It's appreciated."

Re: Talk to the TAs!

[dontvotemeout]

Jason took Karla's hand and smiled. "You're welcome," he said. He wasn't sure how much he'd been able to help, but he hoped he'd done something, at least.