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Classrooms Around Campus, All Day Saturday

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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Brian chuckled.

"Maybe you're not destined for copywriting, then," he decided.

Scully gave him an amused look and said, "I'll design better jelly once I get my doctorate. You guys can sell it."

"Doctorate, huh?"

He sank back in his seat, amused.

"Advertising not your thing? How'd you get stuck in this workshop, then?"

"I have no idea," Scully said, looking completely at sea. "I've never written anything fictional in my life." Not even their work voucher reports. Much to Mulder's embarrassment. "If you can't put a number on it, I don't know how to describe it."

Brian snickered. "You sound like my friend Ted," he said, amused. "Or -- not friend, really, more like this loser I hang out with from time to time." Sorry, Scully. "But he's a number-cruncher. Obsessed with porn, but -- not the most creative guy."

You're welcome.

Scully gave him a cock-eyed look for that, and did not pout. Much. "I think I know his brethren." She folded her arms and said more mildly, "I know good prose when I see it, I just can't do it. I'll stick with my strengths. Which do not include porn."

... yeah, overshare, what the hell.

"Hey, to each his own," Brian said, waving a hand. "Whatever that means. Got a friend who hasn't stopped collecting comic books since he was eight years old. People can get by on a lot less than that."

Then he tilted his head, considering. "And I can't tell you the last time I heard a kid use the word 'brethren.'"

Scully blinked, and looked chagrined. Briefly. Then an imp of mischief made her say, "I'm a result of a revolutionary new de-aging treatment. They're working out the side-effects. I'm actually thirty-six."

Brian smirked. "See?" he said, waving a hand as if a point of his had just been proven. "Just another shallow plebian with an interest in appearances."

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