fandomhigh | How To Not Do Things, Thursday, Period One

For the record, April still hated that this thing took place during first period. She could be asleep right now, guys. Granted, she intended to go back to sleep immediately after class ended, so an hour-long break probably wasn't going to ruin too much.

However. Today's class was meeting in the Danger Shop, which was... loud. Very loud, in fact, because it was set up to look like a Six Flags, complete with long lines, large families, junk food, and... ninety-five degree weather without a water ride to be found.

Sorry, guys.

"This place is supposed to be fun," April announced when the whole class had arrived. "There's rides and stuff. People love it." In the background, a Danger Shop simulated NPC who looked about nine or ten threw up on his mother's shoes. "That kid loved it." Yes, thank you, April. "You guys can go do whatever you want. Go on rides or whatever. Everyone's gonna meet up here in an hour and figure out who had the best time, but if you're sunburned and exhausted we're all gonna laugh at you."

And... apparently that was it, because she was immediately stalking off toward a place that served food. With tables. And air-conditioning.

It was possible that spending the entire hour in a place with tables and air-conditioning was the only way you wouldn't wind up sunburned and exhausted in this here simulation, so that was April's advice to you all.

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She's a ball of sunshine.

Okay, Maeby decided she was actually going to pretend she cared about classes today. Why not?

"So, um, I wasn't here last week?" she said, without much (any) preamble. "It was early and I ... didn't feel like getting up."

... yup. Sometimes she bothered with elaborate excuses, but it was pretty early today, too, so ... yeah, she wasn't feeling it.

April... yeah, she just didn't have it in her to object to that kind of sound reasoning.

So she she shrugged. "Makes sense." Personally, she was surprised that anyone who had signed up for this class was voluntarily attending it at the time it was scheduled. "Scheduling's ridiculous."

"Can you just move it later?" Maeby asked. "Like, noon. I could be up by noon."

She wasn't saying she'd show up every week if it was at noon. Just that it'd be marginally easier to get here.

"You and me both." Sigh. "But the office is full of caribou or something and they don't care."

That required a bit of a stare. Sorry, April.

"Okay, I have to ask, because this island is completely insane," Maeby said. "Are there ... is there any chance that's slang I don't know about, or are there actual fucking caribou in the office?"

How hard was it to CGI caribou? Ugh, it was too early to think about work.

"Actual," April repeated, "caribou."

Or something. Look, she wasn't really up on the difference between different kinds of deer, okay?

"They're fucking rude."

Maeby was going to take this opportunity to rub her eyes.

"Would it kill this school to have people working in its office?" she asked. "People without wings or scales or ten extra faces or something?"

"Probably," April said. "Wouldn't be hipster enough."

April. Fandom High was not hipster. Good god.

"I don't get this whole hipster trend," Maeby admitted. "It seems like a lot of pretending you don't like things."

Said the girl who did her best to act like she didn't care about much of anything.

April rolled her eyes. "People."

That summed it up. You know. If you weren't particular on having either details or sense in your explanations.

"So hey," she segued. "You're like an expert slacker?" Blowing off a blow-off class sent a certain message, see.

"I really am," Maeby said. Modesty was not really her thing. "I once convinced my dad that it was Help Your Dad Follow His Dreams day so I didn't have to go to school."

Which spoke more to how dumb her dad was than anything. Still.

April snorted. "Good," she decided, thinking back to her and Atton's conversation from earlier. "You're the new minion." She shrugged. "TA. Whatever. Congrats."

"... okay," Maeby said, giving April an uncertain look. "Am I gonna have to do work?"

Priorities.

"Only when I don't feel like doing it." Which was almost always. So... "Sorry."

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