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fandomhigh2011-11-04 02:49 am
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The Fifteen Labors of Fandom, Session 9, Period 1
Hercules had constructed a very special surprise for the class today. As they gathered in a normal classroom, they would find all sorts of art supplies on tables awaiting them.
"Today your labor is to make cards," Hercules said with a little smile. "Cards for orphaned children who live at Lethe Children's Hospital, a personal passion of mine."
He dimmed the lights and started... a slideshow. Not a PowerPoint presentation, and honest to goodness slideshow. The first slide just showed an island beach, inland was a lush, green forest.
"At a time when I was more blessed with Olympian gold, I founded a place on a hidden island off the coast of Greece. It was this that became Lethe Children's Hospital, a place for the children who could not find homes elsewhere."
He clicked over to the next slide, to a group of children -- one a cyclops, one a little centaur girl holding a little three-headed puppy, one girl who had a multitude of snakes for legs, and so on and so forth.
"Many would label these children monsters, but it is very, very rare that a child is truly monstrous. These are the cast-off children of gods and demigods, the product of so many one-night stands that I am sad to say Olympians are notorious for."
He clicked over to the next slide, another group of children, except in hospital gowns in what looked like a sterile hospital setting. "And unfortunately for some, their godly parentage is a curse that will very possibly cut their lives short, or their lives will be forever in need of medical aid."
He clicked over to the final slide, which showed a statue of himself (in an outfit that looked more like a professional wrestler in trunks than any other outfit he had worn to class), holding a little centaur girl on his shoulder.
"In what may seem like a token gesture, I want you all to create cards to the children of Lethe. Something heartfelt, something genuine. For many of these children, a bit of affection from a stranger will go a long way. When you finish your card, I would like you to place it in the big box next to my desk. If you wish to make another after that, I would think that a fine use of your time as well. This is your labor of the day."
[ooc:Plz wait for OCD! Class is up and in session!]
"Today your labor is to make cards," Hercules said with a little smile. "Cards for orphaned children who live at Lethe Children's Hospital, a personal passion of mine."
He dimmed the lights and started... a slideshow. Not a PowerPoint presentation, and honest to goodness slideshow. The first slide just showed an island beach, inland was a lush, green forest.
"At a time when I was more blessed with Olympian gold, I founded a place on a hidden island off the coast of Greece. It was this that became Lethe Children's Hospital, a place for the children who could not find homes elsewhere."
He clicked over to the next slide, to a group of children -- one a cyclops, one a little centaur girl holding a little three-headed puppy, one girl who had a multitude of snakes for legs, and so on and so forth.
"Many would label these children monsters, but it is very, very rare that a child is truly monstrous. These are the cast-off children of gods and demigods, the product of so many one-night stands that I am sad to say Olympians are notorious for."
He clicked over to the next slide, another group of children, except in hospital gowns in what looked like a sterile hospital setting. "And unfortunately for some, their godly parentage is a curse that will very possibly cut their lives short, or their lives will be forever in need of medical aid."
He clicked over to the final slide, which showed a statue of himself (in an outfit that looked more like a professional wrestler in trunks than any other outfit he had worn to class), holding a little centaur girl on his shoulder.
"In what may seem like a token gesture, I want you all to create cards to the children of Lethe. Something heartfelt, something genuine. For many of these children, a bit of affection from a stranger will go a long way. When you finish your card, I would like you to place it in the big box next to my desk. If you wish to make another after that, I would think that a fine use of your time as well. This is your labor of the day."
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He quickly turned to try and intercept his tiny Champion friends, slightly disappointed that young Mr. Drake had already made his way out of the classroom. With no time to waste, he still caught Warren Worthington and Karla.
"How would you two like to earn some extra credit?" he asked. This would end well, certainly.
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She felt for the little kids, all right?!
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... Why else would Hercules be smiling like that, right?
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Warren was from so the wrong reality for this sort of thing.
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Karla thought it best to check such things.
"And does Warren's hero outfit come with tights?"
That would almost make up for Halloween!