Classrooms Around Campus, All Day Saturday

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

It was Saturday, and that meant Career Day! Unbeknownst to all the students who had taken the career placement test, Fandom had apparently conspired to place them all in workshops that didn't quite fit the answers they gave for their tests. The island was tricky that way. Not to mention that the workshops that the island had planned were somewhat different from the workshops an ordinary school might offer on Career Day. As in quite a lot different.

So the classrooms all around the school were filled with visitors from off-island and island alike, all of whom had been led to believe that they would be teaching eager-minded groups of students, excited to learn about their prospective careers. This assumption was not necessarily accurate.

[[up early early early for timezones! wait for the OCD or puppies will die. the puppies are safe now.]]

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Re: Fur, Feathers, and Scales: Why YOU Want To Be A Pet Detective

[naturecalled.livejournal.com]

Oh George. George, George, George. Ye of such little faith.

This was Ace, throwing his head back and pulling in another breath, one that took a few solid seconds to complete before looking at her pointedly, and in one steady go?

"Female from Seattle, still stuck in the 1990s and a fan of grunge music. Hasn't seen her family in several months, and can't stand her place of employment but has no idea what sort of career she wants to pursue from here. Lazy, lazy, lazy, and makes a big show of hating everybody around her, but is secretly looooooonely and craves human companionship. Terrible with pets, and probably has at least a rodent or two on her conscience, but lives with a black-and-white cat, still young, which likely belongs to her roommate." A pause, another deep breath. "Who is apparently prone to lighting themselves on fire."

And he'd found a way to deduce it all, yes.

Go ahead, George. Ask him how. Possibly after the monkey sitting on his head stops applauding.

Re: Fur, Feathers, and Scales: Why YOU Want To Be A Pet Detective

[onapalebicycle.livejournal.com]

George was ... going to stare. Stare. Stare at the freakish guy who was a private detective for pets and had just pulled some crazy psychic deduction voodoo out of nowhere.

Finally, she managed to get her mouth back online.

"Speedy wasn't my fault!" Yes, he was. "And I'm not lonely!" Yes, she was. "And who do you think you are, anyway!?"

'Mouth' had apparently rebooted more quickly than 'brain.'

Re: Fur, Feathers, and Scales: Why YOU Want To Be A Pet Detective

[naturecalled.livejournal.com]

"Ace Ventura," Ace replied, producing his business card and holding it up for her to see. "Pet Detective."

The business card never lied, George.

Ever.