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The girl standing before the assembled group did not precisely appear prepared to talk. In fact, she looked a shade terrified of public speaking. Tyrion was certain she hadn't gotten that from him.

At her father's insistent nod, Joanna finally began to speak.

"Hello," she said. "I'm Joanna, Lord Tyrion's daughter. He's having me run class today because ..." She didn't really understand the because, and she trailed off there to look to her father.

"Because public speaking is an essential life skill," Tyrion supplied. "No one will take you seriously if the cat steals your tongue when you're nervous." That last bit was aimed at all of them, not just his daughter.

"Right," Joanna said. "That. So you're all, guests included, supposed to stand up for three minutes and say something about your child or your parent. If you have neither, spend your three minutes talking about..."

She looked to Tyrion again, and he shrugged. "How lucky you feel?" he tried. "If you feel lucky at all. Anyhow, it is a class presentation day, as the lady said. I'm sure you're all ingenuous enough to come up with something to say." He glanced back to Joanna to finish. "Do you want to wrap this up?"

Joanna nodded. "Take a few minutes to prepare, then begin with" -- she stabbed a finger into the group -- "you."

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Expressing your feelings about your parent or child!

Edited 2012-04-02 13:30 (UTC)

Listen! Pass notes! Corral your kids! And so on.

Stand up and talk about your child or your parent, for three minutes. You can say whatever here, though of course you get bonus points if you manage to tie it into the broader class topic.

Edited 2012-04-02 13:26 (UTC)

Once we have all tagged in!

I can has new canon :-).

The line to slap Joffrey starts here.

Edited 2012-04-02 13:29 (UTC)

Tyrion looked rather intensely proud of his daughter, who mostly seemed relieved her adventure in public speaking was over.

They were both around, in any event

There were not one, not two, but three wolves in class today.

One human-shaped, one pony-sized, and... one horse-sized. Yeah. Firekeeper was doing her best to act as a mediator between Fenrir and Blind Seer. The latter was doing his best to ignore the teenage wolf, and Fenrir was doing his best to attempt to start a fight with Blind Seer.

[ooc: yes, Fenrir is larger than even Blind Seer.]

Daenerys Targaryen, and Rhaego

Dany rose, trying to come up with words to speak that wouldn't betray too much, and that wouldn't tell Rhaego of his role in this world.

"This is my son, Rhaego," she began, a little uncertainly, and suddenly felt a wave of sympathy for Joanna. This was easier when she knew what to say. "His father w -- is my husband, the great Khal Drogo. He was prophesied to be the Stallion Who Mounts the World, and at sixteen, he is nearly prepared to fulfill his destiny."

She cleared her throat in an effort to hold it together, though she was doing her best to disguise that. "He looks like my husband," she offered, a little softly. "And I feel so incredibly lucky to have seen him, even just this once."

It...was not three minutes. But she was going to crumble if she kept trying, and she trusted that Lord Tyrion would understand that. She resumed her seat.

Rhaego stood up after his mother, watching her curiously. "This is my mother, Khaleesi Daenerys of House Targaryen," he began carefully. His words were accented and a little unsure, but he was obviously trying to keep to the Common Tongue. "She is much younger here -- younger than me! -- and I do not know why except that it is magic." Rhaego paused, thinking about his words, and added, "I do not know where my father is, and she will not tell me."

He shrugged. "This place is strange, but I feel lucky to have seen my mother at this age. She seems sadder than my father described, and she has small...creatures." He looked to Dany uncertainly, adding a word in Dothraki.

"Lizards," Dany supplied. "Baby dragons."

"Dragons," Rhaego agreed. "But she is still my mother. And I will miss her, when I leave."

And then he, too, took his seat, though he was not having the difficulties his mother was.

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Mercy Thompson

Mercy didn't have anyone with her today. She didn't know if she was happy or sad that she apparently didn't have any future children.

Ben Skywalker

Val had gone to work with Ender, and if there was anything Ben wanted to talk about in public less than his father, well, he couldn't think of it right off the top of his head.

This was going to be a tough assignment.

"I've been in Fandom four years," Ben said, standing up, "and I've had a few different incarnations of kids show up. This year's version is named Valentine after Ender's sister, and is currently with her other dad at work in town. She left two brothers behind when she came through the portal, which is...news...and doesn't really tell us much about this version of the future other than that we're all happy, which is always nice to hear." He shrugged. "I suppose I could press her for more information about where she's from, but the future's always in motion, and if I try to regulate my actions in order to end up in the future she's familiar with, I could really screw things up instead. I'd rather not know details."

He smiled. "But yeah, she's pretty astral. And old, which is also new."

Wesley Wyndam-Pryce

Ben boggled. "Do I want to know the specifics of your new companion?"

Seifer Almasy

Seifer hadn't thought through the logistics of taking a four year old to class.

Luckily, she was distracted by crayons and horse-sized wolves.

"Can I..."

"No. And at no point in the future will I say you can have one."

Seifer stood up and waved a hand towards the pouting four year old girl (http://l-userpic.livejournal.com/107570715/33654260) who was furiously coloring a dark black cloud over what had once been a stick figure of her father.

"This happy little princess is Sylvie, and she is a daughter of one of my future selves. Her mother is my best friend, who is currently dating the emo boy known as Squall Leonhart. She's used to getting whatever she asks for, which is why she's kind of pissy at me right now, because I told her she couldn't take home the big bad wolf over there."

He glanced down at Sylvie and shook his head. "I get the feeling that she's going to get told that a LOT when she turns into a teenager."

"She is my mother." Fenrir growled (literally), pausing in his attempts to bite Blind Seer's ear.

"Lady Blysse," Tyrion said, as politely as a man suffering from mortal terror could manage. "I assume your ... companions are capable of managing their time in the classroom safely?"

In other words: Please do not let the direwolves eat the teacher in a single bite, thank you.

Darcy Lewis

Darcy stood up, careful to keep the desk between herself and the wolves. "So, uh, yet again the weirdness avoided me this weekend. So I didn't end up with anyone who is a future child which means that either I'm like a weirdness repellent or have no kids or something?" She paused for breath. " I'm not baby-sitting if they don't leave, by the way." She paused. "Wait. This happened right after prom." The rest of what she had planned to say was lost in a storm of giggling. Slightly evil giggling.

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