Yes. The students were meeting in hallway of the faculty offices. Specifically outside a certain teachers office.

There were also brown robes and a lot of handbells.

“Hello class,” Jamie said cheerfully. “Today we’re here to honor one of our longest reigning faculty members. He’s been teaching ethics as long as I can remember and because of his dedication I have decided to honor him the best way I know how.”

Suddenly two dupes appeared with a large banner that they started hanging up in the hallway. The banner read:

Happy Anakin Skywalker Day!

“Now I bet you’re wondering... How can I make Professor Skywalker happy and honor his tenure here? Well I went out to the wonderful world of the internet and asked those who know him best how to do that. And luckily I was able to find one volunteer to help us out. Kids? Meet one our favorite alumni, Bel Thazor!”

If Bel thought it was weird being back in Fandom and on this side of the classroom (and not recognizing a single face among the students), it didn't show, because he was grinning like mad. Really, how could he pass up any opportunity to harass Anakin? Especially in the name of education?

"Hey, kids," he said. Okay, he felt a little old. "I went to school here with Anakin, so we go waaaaaay back. So I know all sorts of ways you can show your appreciation. Jamie's got the robes and the bells, but he's missing one little item." He reached into the bag he was carrying and pulled out a handful of clip-on hair extensions, braids in every hair color (and a few unnatural ones). "See, he used to have this dorky braid in his hair, so I'm sure he'd love it if you all wore one in his honor. And if you really want to get on his good side, tell him that his wife is hot. Or his daughter is. He'll really appreciate that." Belthazor: master of subtlety.

“His daughter is pretty hot,” Jamie agreed. “Especially when she isn’t two. However I wouldn’t actually recommend marrying his daughter in a secret wedding. That just might annoy him. A tad.”

Insert awkward cough here. Yep There it was. “Can you think of any other ways of showing Anakin our appreciation, Bel?”

Bel did have the other daughter in mind there, and he gave Jamie a Look when he mentioned marrying the younger one.

"Ask him about Padme," he said. "He likes to talk about her. Or ask him about the other Ethics class and how that inspired him to teach his own version. I mean, he must've really loved it to go into teaching it, right?"

“I guess,” Jamie said scratching his head in confusion. “Though the previous ethics teacher was kind of a dick. With a really bad asthma problem. And an anger problem. And I think a weird obsession with IKEA.”

"Oh, not him, the first Ethics teacher," Bel clarified. "Tara. Ask him to compare and contrast his class with hers. It'll show you're really interested in the topic."

“All right then!” Jamie said clapping his hands together to show that, yes, the true activity was about to begin. “All good ways to show how much we love that Anakin Skywalker oh so much. But to kick things off, I’ll need you to pick out a bell, put on the robes and the hair clips and sing a certain song.”

A song that certain dupe was handing out lyric sheets to what was assuredly Anakin’s favorite song.

“Remember to ring the bell once after each line. And try to ring that bell as sullenly as possible!”

Jamie and Bel were so dead.

[OOC: Co-Written with the fabulous

demonbelthazor. Yes. We have deathwishes.]

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Karla looked horrified. Utterly horrified. She'd met Anakin. You know, more than once.

"Can I go back to licking doorknobs?" she asked. "Or babysitting my duplicates while we all lick doorknobs?"

"Licking doorknobs?" Bel said. "School's gotten kinkier since I left."

"Blame your co-teacher there," Karla said, folding her arms. "That was his lesson last week."

"Then you should attack this assignment with equal enthusiasm," Bel smirked.

Except licking doorknobs probably wasn't fatal. Probably.

"There is a limit to what licking doorknobs can do to me," Karla argued. "That doesn't hold true for Professor Skywalker."

"He's all talk and no action," Bel snorted. "Like he'd have the balls to lay a hand on a student. He'll just glare and threaten to fail you."

"You want to lick more doorknobs?" Freddie said, incredulously.

And if she was being honest, hey, there was an iCarly bit to make from that.

"No, but I want to get murdered by the Ethics teacher even less."

"Come on, they can't be that bad," Freddie said, thinking that this was no worse than pranking Miss Briggs back in Seattle. "They aren't going to murder anyone for this. If anything, our teacher and that weird guy will get in trouble."

"...You have never met Anakin, have you."

That wasn't exactly a question.

Karla's first real memory of him was another-him threatening to Force-choke another-her into eating a sandwich. That was the kind of thing that stayed with a person.

"Should I have?" Freddie said. "I mean, I've met some weird teachers here, but nobody that I'd really be scared of."

"Professor Skywalker is a great teacher," Karla assured him. "He's one of the people I go to when I have problems." Granted, Karla's problems weren't the usual, run-of-the-mill high school problems, but enh. "At the same time, he can be completely terrifying and has redefined the term bad-ass."

"...and he has no sense of humor?" Freddie said, still thinking that there was some exaggerating going on.

Annie just nodded emphatically. She could totally get behind this.

See? Unity! Or something! But two people not willing to die for shenanigans. That had to mean something, right?

"Nope! Besides the knobs in the faculty area taste like cabbage," Jamie said offering Karla a fake braid. "It was excluded from the study."

Karla took the fake braid, looked at it, and vanished it away like she had the bell. "I could go get coffee?" she suggested a little desperately. "For all our hard work and to celebrate the day?"

"Nah," Jamie said handing Karla another braid and hoping it disappeared. That was cool! "Besides these doorknobs are probably very germy. I wouldn't want you to get sick."

Which yes is a complete contradiction from last week.

Jamie logic. It's relative to the situation.

And look! Poof! It was gone!

Either Karla would vanish all the braids, or Jaime would eventually stop handing them to her. IT WAS A WIN/WIN SITUATION.

"I'm a Healer," she said quickly. "I make excellent medicines."

But even medicines couldn't help a dismembering.

Wednesday: What was the school board thinking giving Jamie Madrox a teaching position?

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