Heroics, Fame, and You, Wednesday, Period 4

[electrocynic]

For once, Electroclash looked to be in an okay enough mood as her mostly-new batch of students filed in. Or, at least she wasn't actively scowling at them. You had to take what you got with her, okay?

"Alright, kidlets," she drawled once it looked like everyone who was about show up had done just that. "As some of you know ––" Possibly all, if they knew how to read their class timetables. "–– I'm Electroclash, and this is Heroics, Fame, and You." She barely kept herself from rolling her eyes at the class title, and picked up some stuff off the table. "Basically, I'm supposed to tell you how you can get your face on stuff like this." She held up a comic book and a stack of what appeared to be trading cards. "Or how not to make a complete arse of yourself in the promotional photo shoot for your first cereal advert campaign, and all that stuff. But we'll get to that starting next week."

Because bah, like she'd prepared an actual class for the first week? Please.

"Today is introductions, and if you couldn't see that one coming I am sincerely wondering how you even made it through the door today. I want you to tell me your name and your power. If you don't have a power, tell me something else that's special about you." No reason. Like, say, fodder for their new capenames. "Or if you were in my last class, just tell me something amusing about yourself. We have a whole class's worth of time to kill here, kids. Let's get to it."

"Oh, yeah, one more thing," she added, glancing at the paper on her desk, "says here I'm supposed to have a grad assistant called... Rinoa? So yeah, that's one TA. And Flying Sycophant ––" Sorry, Billy. "–– you get the other spot. Now, introductions."

[OCD up!]

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[seaweed-demigod.livejournal.com]

"Percy Jackson and I..." Well, he had an assortment of powers to choose from so he was trying to figure out which one to use here. "...can breathe underwater."

Hey, that was an easy one. He'd just been doing that yesterday, in fact.

[electrocynic]

"Yeah?" Electroclash didn't look particularly impressed with that. They had people like that back home. She-Force had made out with one once. "You got gills then, Fish Boy?"

... The narrative would've said sorry, but Electroclash really wasn't.

[seaweed-demigod.livejournal.com]

"No, and that's not my name either."

Because that would really work with her.

"I'm the son of Poseidon. Recognize his name, Teacher Lady?"

[electrocynic]

"Sounds Greek, probably a friend of Herc's," Electroclash shrugged, because she really, really didn't care. "My Dad's Rampart, and I bet you've never heard of him either, Fish Boy."

Which, by the way, really was his name now.

[seaweed-demigod.livejournal.com]

"Rampart doesn't sound like a name I should know," Percy said, shrugging. "Sorry, Old Teacher Lady."

He was so endearing.

[electrocynic]

That was okay. She was a horrible teacher, too.

"It's Electroclash, if you wish to survive this workshop without electrical burns."

See?

[seaweed-demigod.livejournal.com]

"I could heal those without a second thought."

That didn't mean he wanted them, of course.

"And then I'd try to drown you."

They were gonna be besties.

[electrocynic]

"I'm not up on the school rules," she drawled, "but I think that could get you expelled."

And she didn't have that problem since she was already here for abusing her powers!

[seaweed-demigod.livejournal.com]

"Wouldn't be the first time that happened," Percy said, shrugging lazily. "I think it'd be worth it. It'd be kind of fun, actually."

[electrocynic]

"That's what you think." A vengeful Electroclash was even worse than a neutral one, fter all. "Welcome to the workshop, Fish Boy. For now."