fandomhigh | Friendship 101, Wednesday, Period 2

Pinkie had the Danger Shop programmed to resemble a bucolic field, almost cartoon-like in its bright cheerfulness, full of lush green grass and tiny pink and purple flowers.

At one end of the field was a copse of trees, behind which lurked a slightly dilapidated creepy shack.

Pinkie was willing to make some concessions to Derek's personal style. Because Pinkie was nice like that. Unlike the other teacher there.

The moment class was scheduled to begin, the Danger Shop doors slid shut (hope no one was late on their first day), and a breeze kicked up, making the tiny flowers sway and dance. A vibrant pink, purple, and yellow hot air balloon drifted over the gathered students and slowly, as if by magic, came to a gentle landing on a clear patch of grass. Pinkie leaned over the side of the basket, madly waving her hooves. Derek glowered. As was his wont. Pinkie leaped from the basket, struck a pose, and without further ado, began to sing:

"You are all our students, YAY!
You make us shout hip hip hooRAY!
So we will start our class today,
with a happy, happy song!*
TAKE IT, DEREK!"

Pinkie jumped to the side, tossing a top hat and black cane at Derek. Both of which were watched as they fell to the floor after hitting him. Because Derek was not meant for musical theater, kids. Terribly sorry about that.

"Hi." That was downright cheerful for him!

Pinkie blinked. Then started applauding. "Let's hear it for Derek Hale, fillies and gentlecolts!" When the applause died down -- or, well, hers did, anyway -- Pinkie threw her hooves in the air again and beamed at the students. "And I'm Pinkie Pie! And this. . . ." Was that an actual drum roll? ". . . is FRIENDSHIP 101!"

Derek rubbed his forehead for a moment, as though to clear his thoughts of all the insanity that went hand in hand with Pinkie. "If you're in the wrong class, leave now." Like he wished he could... "If not, introduce yourselves."

He was going about this all wrong. Pinkie should have made him rehearse.

"You could tell us your name!" she said. "Ooo! And your favorite color. And OH OH OH! Tell us about your bestest friend in the WHOOOOOLE wide multiverse! That'll be fun, right, Derek?"

"Sure." Loads of fun for all!

"Ooo, and we could use some TAs." Pinkie nodded seriously. "TAing for Friendship is very important work."

* tune unknown. Feel free to make it up yourself!

[ooc: cowritten with the delightful

justlurkinghere, natch]

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Emily just had to talk to this guy-er, teacher. You know that when the one serious adult is the one thing off in the picture something is terribly wrong.

"May I ask you something," started Emily, unsure of how to address Derek. "Um, Sir?"

Oh, the look you were getting for calling him 'sir', Emily.

"What."

She has to pretend to be polite with everyone, it's not her fault. She'll probably right that wrong soon though.

"So, um." Wow this guy was actually intimidating. That was not something Emily had felt too often. "So, I know how some of us don't even sign for classes yet end up in them- I didn't sign myself into any of mine, for example, and neither half the people here it seems to be something that. Happens." Oh look, he made her rant!

"But you don't really look like you want to be here. That...is odd."

It was the monochromatic color scheme combined with the leather and brooding loner attitude. If only that actually worked to scare people off here...

"You don't say no to Pinkie Pie."

Look at her, Emily. Look at those hopeful little eyes full of evil.

As if the whole loner getup didn't work in the exact opposite way.

Emily blinked in obvious confusion. "Well, I don't think I want to say anything to...it? Her? Did...Pikie Pie threaten you or something?" Was this island far more into weird stuff than she had thought? Maybe she was being intimidated by the wrong person.

"I mean, besides the fact it's a little pink talking horse, it looks pretty harmless."

Derek gave her a look that was something akin to pity. "Yeah. Harmless."

Until she gave you feelings.

"I'm sure you'll be just fine with her," he said, cutting right to the heart of the matter. With sarcasm.

God no. Not feelings.

"Yeah well you just made me doubt that." Just by being there, doing his 'wish I wasn't here' thing. "As the other teacher, can I count on you to make this..." Less ridiculous? A bit calmer? Nicer? In less shades of color and flowers?

"...Bearable?" Emily knew more students would back her up, surely.

"Already have." WHAT WAS THE OTHER PLAN FOR THE FIRST CLASS? OH GOD, PICTURE HOW CRAZY IT MUST HAVE BEEN.

Emily liked her sanity. She was just going to be grateful, and maybe even a bit honestly grateful.

Still.

"Oh. Crap."

"Buckle up." And cling to sanity.

Emily waved a hand, something between a military salute and a 'don't need to tell me twice' gesture. "Aye aye captain."

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