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fandomhigh2012-10-25 02:29 pm
electrocynic) wrote in fandomhigh2012-10-25 02:29 pm
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Wild Roving, Thursday [10/25]
There was no Ronan this week, either. But instead, there was a superhero lady in uniform! Weren't all of you so very glad? Because she didn't appear to be – but then that sour look was kind of a permanent feature.
"Right, for those of you not in the know, I'm Electroclash," she rasped, arms crossed. "These days, I'm the guidance counselor, but since your original teacher has gone on his merry way, I've been drafted in as substitute for the rest of the term. And of course, I know fuck all about what this class is about ––" Well, no, she'd looked up some podcasts from previous weeks. That counted, right? "–– so your former TA is now my sidekick in getting us all through this thing without too many tears shed."
"And if anyone does cry, I'll just laugh at them. It's kind of a thing." This... really wasn't a class for crying in anyhow, but Sparkle was totally just going to go with the flow. He'd just been promoted from TA to sidekick so he reserved the right to snark.
Or something.
"Hey." Hi, Sparks. "So, last week I kind of covered something like how to save your ass when you're stranded in some other country. I think this week," and he glanced at Electroclash to be sure, "we were going to do something about how to enjoy yourself while you're there. I mean, we've looked up activities like museums and crap, but there's way more to foreign cities than their tourist traps."
Electroclash gave Sparkle a little nod before addressing the class again. "Basically, you can do all those things... But they're really bloody boring." Well, they were if you were her! "So we'd like to focus a bit on what's really important: the nightlife. Sure, most of you are too young for clubs and shit in many parts of the world but still, come on, isn't that what should interest you anyway? You're teenagers, for Christ's sake."
"And, yeah, a lot of places are going to card, make sure you're of legal age to drink or whatever," Sparkle said, clearly unperturbed about that fact, "but that's what fake identification is for. I could probably hook you up with something if you don't have any," because he was a great role model. Why did they let him help with this class, again? "Easy. But there are generally places that'll get you drunk even if you don't have ID on you. Caritas in town would probably serve you booze if you'd gone into it last weekend at the age of like four. And in plenty of college towns, there are frat houses that'll show you a good time if you catch them on a party night."
This stuff was important, class. Pay attention.
"The trick, of course," rasped Electroclash, "is to find likeminded people who'll lead you to the easiest watering hole. In your case: basically, you spot teenagers in the street making a ruckus and generally looking like they're intent on having a banner of an evening? You either join up with them, or follow them, depending on how much of a filthy creeper you want to be, and you're bound to end up finding a good time. Or trouble. But that can be fun too." Yeah, this teaching team was just... the best ever at being role models. "But, anyway. You're all probably reeling from the change in teachers, so we'll make this week easy for ya. You won't have to look for shit." There was an electronic crackle to her voice as she glanced around idly and said, "|Danger Shop show pub.|"
And lo, the Danger Shop was now a pub. Electroclash didn't believe in preprogramming any of these things – why bother, when you had her powers and could just make it so with a few words? Also, had she told Sparkle she could do that?
"... No shit." Apparently, she hadn't! But clearly Sparkle thought that was pretty freaking awesome. And was maybe jealous. A little. Lot. He wasn't really making an effort to hide it. "Damn. I can't... Huh. Right. So, this is a pub," obviously, "full of booze and people drinking it, and the food doesn't usually suck and a lot of time they have music or karaoke or some kind of entertainment happening, for like the lowest class of human... Which, as we all know, knows how to entertain themselves the best. So, go out and like absorb some of that, huh? Have fun. And try to get drunk on ginger ale and root beer. Because that'll be hilarious."
School grounds. No real booze. That was pretty much the only part of this class that Sparkle was disappointed in. But really, you couldn't win them all.
[ocd up!]
"Right, for those of you not in the know, I'm Electroclash," she rasped, arms crossed. "These days, I'm the guidance counselor, but since your original teacher has gone on his merry way, I've been drafted in as substitute for the rest of the term. And of course, I know fuck all about what this class is about ––" Well, no, she'd looked up some podcasts from previous weeks. That counted, right? "–– so your former TA is now my sidekick in getting us all through this thing without too many tears shed."
"And if anyone does cry, I'll just laugh at them. It's kind of a thing." This... really wasn't a class for crying in anyhow, but Sparkle was totally just going to go with the flow. He'd just been promoted from TA to sidekick so he reserved the right to snark.
Or something.
"Hey." Hi, Sparks. "So, last week I kind of covered something like how to save your ass when you're stranded in some other country. I think this week," and he glanced at Electroclash to be sure, "we were going to do something about how to enjoy yourself while you're there. I mean, we've looked up activities like museums and crap, but there's way more to foreign cities than their tourist traps."
Electroclash gave Sparkle a little nod before addressing the class again. "Basically, you can do all those things... But they're really bloody boring." Well, they were if you were her! "So we'd like to focus a bit on what's really important: the nightlife. Sure, most of you are too young for clubs and shit in many parts of the world but still, come on, isn't that what should interest you anyway? You're teenagers, for Christ's sake."
"And, yeah, a lot of places are going to card, make sure you're of legal age to drink or whatever," Sparkle said, clearly unperturbed about that fact, "but that's what fake identification is for. I could probably hook you up with something if you don't have any," because he was a great role model. Why did they let him help with this class, again? "Easy. But there are generally places that'll get you drunk even if you don't have ID on you. Caritas in town would probably serve you booze if you'd gone into it last weekend at the age of like four. And in plenty of college towns, there are frat houses that'll show you a good time if you catch them on a party night."
This stuff was important, class. Pay attention.
"The trick, of course," rasped Electroclash, "is to find likeminded people who'll lead you to the easiest watering hole. In your case: basically, you spot teenagers in the street making a ruckus and generally looking like they're intent on having a banner of an evening? You either join up with them, or follow them, depending on how much of a filthy creeper you want to be, and you're bound to end up finding a good time. Or trouble. But that can be fun too." Yeah, this teaching team was just... the best ever at being role models. "But, anyway. You're all probably reeling from the change in teachers, so we'll make this week easy for ya. You won't have to look for shit." There was an electronic crackle to her voice as she glanced around idly and said, "|Danger Shop show pub.|"
And lo, the Danger Shop was now a pub. Electroclash didn't believe in preprogramming any of these things – why bother, when you had her powers and could just make it so with a few words? Also, had she told Sparkle she could do that?
"... No shit." Apparently, she hadn't! But clearly Sparkle thought that was pretty freaking awesome. And was maybe jealous. A little. Lot. He wasn't really making an effort to hide it. "Damn. I can't... Huh. Right. So, this is a pub," obviously, "full of booze and people drinking it, and the food doesn't usually suck and a lot of time they have music or karaoke or some kind of entertainment happening, for like the lowest class of human... Which, as we all know, knows how to entertain themselves the best. So, go out and like absorb some of that, huh? Have fun. And try to get drunk on ginger ale and root beer. Because that'll be hilarious."
School grounds. No real booze. That was pretty much the only part of this class that Sparkle was disappointed in. But really, you couldn't win them all.
[ocd up!]
Sign In [WR 10/25]
Listen to the Lecture [WR 10/25]
Have Fun [WR 10/25]
Talk to Electroclash and Sparkle [WR 10/25]
Talk to Electroclash [WR 10/25]
OOC [WR 10/25]
Re: Talk to Electroclash and Sparkle [WR 10/25]
He was standing by the bar, grinning at the bartender and drinking his ginger ale if anyone needed him. He could pretend it was real booze with the best of them, damn it.
Re: Sign In [WR 10/25]
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Re: Have Fun [WR 10/25]
Look, she'd had the punch at the dance and then had spent the next two days miserably sick in her room. She was pretty okay with not drinking again. Ever.
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Re: Have Fun [WR 10/25]
She wasn't drinking either.
She was so good at this simulated nightlife thing. Truly.
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Re: Listen to the Lecture [WR 10/25]