fandomhigh | Industrial Arts, Tuesday, Period Two

Topher wasn't sure how he'd gotten roped into being Alenko's TA without actually being his TA this time around, but he wasn't going to question it. He just waited the appropriate amount of minutes into class before assuming that Kaidan wasn't going to show, then hopped onto the desk at the front of the room, carefully disabled the woodworking equipment that was also on the desk (because he didn't want his fingers cut off, thank you for the tip, Ace) and then addressed the other students.

"So Alenko's not here," he shared, "obviously. But there's wood and whatever to play with, and if I just hook up my phone to the projector..." He paused for an improbably short period of time in order to do just that-- "Bam. Blueprints of stuff you can make. Or you could go a different route and just make a coaster, which is my plan."

He swung his arms forward, trying to think of whether there was anything else to include. "Oh, and in the last twenty minutes, meet with your partner and make a list of ways your battlebots can battle without destroying an arena. And then hand them in to me. I might grade them."

He would do no such thing.

"Have fun!"

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"And to think my vocational guidance counselor said the best I could aspire to was not getting chucked out of class more than once a week."

"Is that the grouchy Scottish lady?" Topher wondered. Electroclash so wasn't Scottish, Topher. "She's kind of mean. She made me say sorry to someone once."

"Eh? No, back in Perivale." Ace frowned. "There's a guidance counselor here? I thought the grouchy Scottish lady was the principal." Their combined knowledge of the faculty -- nationalities, staff positions, and which ones, in the case of Minerva Mcgonagall, didn't even work here anymore -- was breathtaking.

"I thought the principal was the crazy guy in the red suit..." Yeah. Definitely breathtaking. "Anyway, someone is definitely the guidance counselor and she sucks."

"For making you say sorry." Dubious Ace was dubious.

"Yeah. It was mean." How was that mean, Topher? "Whatever. Anyway, do you have any idea how we're gonna get repulsion gel?"

For the battlebot. Not just in general.

"Steal it from the P.E. classroom?" As mentioned, their combined knowledge about which teachers were actually still teaching at Fandom High: breathtaking.

Ooh, Topher knew that one! Mainly because he'd still be taking that class if it was even remotely possible. "You think it'll still be there even though GLaDOS left?" he asked dubiously. "...actually, that makes sense. It might advance science if some freshman wandered in not knowing what it was and wound up bouncing off the ceiling."

"We could look?" Ace thought for a moment. "Bet there's a security system, though."

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