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fandomhigh2012-12-06 08:42 am
myownface) wrote in fandomhigh2012-12-06 08:42 am
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Wild Roving, Thursday
The good news was that this week, the room smelled like fresh, tasty cookies! But, they were in basket held by Sarah. Who was, in fact, in black and white. And wearing a modest dress, and white gloves. And she was smiling. Sincerely!
Were you terrified yet?
"Hello, sweethearts," she cooed. "Since I am told you are all such good students, I thought you would all deserve a little treat. So I brought you some cookies, fresh from the oven this morning." She handed the basket over to a random student who happened to be the nearest. "Here, be a dear and pass these around, sweetie. One for each!"
Satisfied with having played her part for the well-being of their young minds, she then took a seat off to the side, smoothing out her dress before settling down to watch the proceedings. Of course she wasn't teaching. Goodness, no, her housework took up far too much of her time. But she thought she could spare a moment to listen in.
So, now it was Sparkle's turn. Sparkle who, next to Sarah, looked positively vibrant, for all that he was still dressed in his typical black and grey motif. And he was smirking as he took a bite of a cookie, perching himself on a stool at the front of the room.
"Hey, cats and kittens," he crooned, making a point to drag out that 'hey.' "Why all this worrying about where you're going to go in the future, anyhow? Why not take a moment to just sit back, relax, and reflect on where you are. That's your assignment for the day, by the way. I want you all to pick up your pens and write us some totally hep poetry about where you're at, dig?"
No, he hadn't been infected with the 50's bug yet. Yes, he was, in fact, trolling the lot of you and doing it with a grin on his face. So what? You get off the hook for research today. Isn't that ... uh ... supermurgitroid?
[Open!]
Were you terrified yet?
"Hello, sweethearts," she cooed. "Since I am told you are all such good students, I thought you would all deserve a little treat. So I brought you some cookies, fresh from the oven this morning." She handed the basket over to a random student who happened to be the nearest. "Here, be a dear and pass these around, sweetie. One for each!"
Satisfied with having played her part for the well-being of their young minds, she then took a seat off to the side, smoothing out her dress before settling down to watch the proceedings. Of course she wasn't teaching. Goodness, no, her housework took up far too much of her time. But she thought she could spare a moment to listen in.
So, now it was Sparkle's turn. Sparkle who, next to Sarah, looked positively vibrant, for all that he was still dressed in his typical black and grey motif. And he was smirking as he took a bite of a cookie, perching himself on a stool at the front of the room.
"Hey, cats and kittens," he crooned, making a point to drag out that 'hey.' "Why all this worrying about where you're going to go in the future, anyhow? Why not take a moment to just sit back, relax, and reflect on where you are. That's your assignment for the day, by the way. I want you all to pick up your pens and write us some totally hep poetry about where you're at, dig?"
No, he hadn't been infected with the 50's bug yet. Yes, he was, in fact, trolling the lot of you and doing it with a grin on his face. So what? You get off the hook for research today. Isn't that ... uh ... supermurgitroid?
[Open!]