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Wednesday: What was the school board thinking giving Jamie Madrox a teaching position?
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:
“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![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
demonbelthazor. Yes. We have deathwishes.]
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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"No, no," she said, stopping the facepalming long enough to reach for him. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said--you know Anakin wouldn't actually hurt anyone--it was stupid, I shouldn't have--here, just take the stupid bell, okay?"
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NO HE DID NOT WANT THE STUPID BELL ANYMORE. WHY DID SHE GIVE HIM THE BELL? DID SHE WANT HIM DEAD??
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"C'mere, c'mere," she said, trying to pull him into a hug. "You know me, I speak before I think. I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, just c'mere..."
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Mostly. Except that his wings were draping around them both like a curtain, now. Nobody could find them in here! Which would be far more effective if his feathers weren't all standing on end and the final result didn't leave them looking like a huge white powder-puff with legs.
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And now he felt silly.
"It's okay," he murmured back, giving her a little squeeze before relaxing his grip and backing off slightly. Just slightly. "Sorry. Too much coffee today."
It was a perfectly suitable freaking-out-in-class excuse, thank you.
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Not up to a hundred percent yet? She wasn't even back up to a hundred pounds. But still. Not an excuse to be so thoughtless.
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Too something.
"Didn't sleep much last night. I've been jumpy. I'm working on that. This isn't your fault. Let's blame Mr. Madrox."