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Criminal Justice Class 26: Heroes of The City
[OOC: If my brain doesn't explode now, just wait until tonight. *is insane* Anyway, I have to get to work early and I won't be able to respond until lunchtime at the earliest. I should be able to do replies the rest of the day, though, and I'll be home slightly early. So. Let's have fun. Class Info Link.]
*The Tick is standing at the podium at the front of the class. Behind him is a table with four colorfully costumed individuals sitting behind it. The guy with the bat ears and the guy with the spikey helmet were shoving each other in their chairs. The woman in the American flag outfit was facepalming in response to them. And the guy in the pointy helmet... Well, he just looked happy to be there. Lockheed is on his shelf as always. He was trying to nap, as always.*
"Hello, students! Remember, your final exam is on Thursday. You've taken my tests before. You know what to expect."
"Today, though, we have some special guests, straight from my home, The City!"
"First, on your right, the Sentinel of Libery, American Maid." American Maid waved firmly but politely and smiled.
"Next, the scourge of all evil-doers in The City, Die Fledermaus!" At the word "scourge," American Maid laughed in such a way that if you looked up "derisive" in a dictionary, you would hear this laugh. Fledermaus scowled at her ineffectively. She snorted. He really wasn't the scowling type.
"Next is the Terror of the Stinky Underbelly of the City, Sewer Urchin." Urchin waved and said, "Hi," nervously.
"And finally, the only man I know who is brave enough to shoot himself out of a giant cannon on a regular basis, The Human Bullet." Bullet waved and focused on his coffee. It was clear that he wasn't used to this kind of attention. Unless he was misfired, that is, and ended up landing in the middle of an office building or a church instead of a bank robbery. That was a more intense kind of attention, actually.
"They are the ball bearings in the lazy susan of Justice! Superheroes, one and all! Need to read something in the back of the Corner Cabinet of Goodness? Just give the tray a spin and they'll make sure the turn goes smoothly! Need--"
"Hey, Tick," Die Fledermaus interrupted. "Can we get on with it? You said this would only take two hours. By the time you're done with the metaphors, it'll be lunch."
Tick gave Die Fledermaus a Teacher Glare. It was a trick he had picked up over the past few months. Fledermaus looked away nonchalantly and sat back quietly in his seat.
"Anyway," Tick continued, "I'm sure you have plenty of questions for our guests, so I'll let you get to it!
*The Tick is standing at the podium at the front of the class. Behind him is a table with four colorfully costumed individuals sitting behind it. The guy with the bat ears and the guy with the spikey helmet were shoving each other in their chairs. The woman in the American flag outfit was facepalming in response to them. And the guy in the pointy helmet... Well, he just looked happy to be there. Lockheed is on his shelf as always. He was trying to nap, as always.*
"Hello, students! Remember, your final exam is on Thursday. You've taken my tests before. You know what to expect."
"Today, though, we have some special guests, straight from my home, The City!"
"First, on your right, the Sentinel of Libery, American Maid." American Maid waved firmly but politely and smiled.
"Next, the scourge of all evil-doers in The City, Die Fledermaus!" At the word "scourge," American Maid laughed in such a way that if you looked up "derisive" in a dictionary, you would hear this laugh. Fledermaus scowled at her ineffectively. She snorted. He really wasn't the scowling type.
"Next is the Terror of the Stinky Underbelly of the City, Sewer Urchin." Urchin waved and said, "Hi," nervously.
"And finally, the only man I know who is brave enough to shoot himself out of a giant cannon on a regular basis, The Human Bullet." Bullet waved and focused on his coffee. It was clear that he wasn't used to this kind of attention. Unless he was misfired, that is, and ended up landing in the middle of an office building or a church instead of a bank robbery. That was a more intense kind of attention, actually.
"They are the ball bearings in the lazy susan of Justice! Superheroes, one and all! Need to read something in the back of the Corner Cabinet of Goodness? Just give the tray a spin and they'll make sure the turn goes smoothly! Need--"
"Hey, Tick," Die Fledermaus interrupted. "Can we get on with it? You said this would only take two hours. By the time you're done with the metaphors, it'll be lunch."
Tick gave Die Fledermaus a Teacher Glare. It was a trick he had picked up over the past few months. Fledermaus looked away nonchalantly and sat back quietly in his seat.
"Anyway," Tick continued, "I'm sure you have plenty of questions for our guests, so I'll let you get to it!