fandomhigh | Public Speaking [Tuesday, February 19, 2013, 1st period]

"Good morning," Josh said, sipping from his cup of coffee at the front of the Danger Room, which for the moment was set up as a normal classroom. "Last week was the televised address of the annual State of the Union speech. You get extra credit if you watched it. Come to me after class and mention at least one proposal Obama made to prove it."

He smiled. "My friend Sam's a little busy with his own president at the moment, or else I would have dragged him over here to talk about how a State of the Union is written. It takes months of work, with stakes about as high as you can imagine. There are suggestions from every department in the government, former presidents, notable citizens, White House staff, the president himself...because you can't just send the guy up in front of the entire government and the whole country that's wondering where their Tuesday night dramas went and have him go 'soo....how's everyone doing? Good?'" Josh laughed. "Well, you could, but you would be extremely fired that night."

He glanced back down at his notes. "Your speeches for next week don't have to be nearly as involved. Pick an issue you are particularly passionate about and make a five minute persuavive speech trying to convince the rest of us why we should agree with you. Today, though, we'll work our people skills." He walked over and shifted the Danger Room's climate to look like the insde of a sandwich shop and began counting off the students. "You half will be the workers," he said, handing them super-attractive hairnets. "The other half are the customers. Customers, your job is to make extremely obnoxious requests. Workers, your job is to not kill the customers. After we've done that, Miss Marin, Mr. Ryan, you're up for press secretary duties."

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Workers, stand attentively here! Or be on a break for the entire class. Customers, place your orders!

Make it messy!

Kate was super thrilled with the hairnet. Also the situation in general. But she'd consider making you a sandwich.

"Hi," Arietty said, once she'd managed to scale the counter. "How large are you loaves of bread?"

"...bigger than you are," Kate said, surprised by the tinyness. "I could cut a piece off?"

Was this person also related to Antman?

"Well, okay," Arietty said, crossing her arms and making a point to look put out. "But make sure it has crust all the way around."

What? She was supposed to be obnoxious, right?

Kate looked from the bread to Arietty.

"Yeah, no, that's not going to work."

Such a good thing she'd probably never have to work customer service.

Arietty had managed to tuck one of the take-a-pennies into the front of her pants while Kate was looking at the bread.

"You haven't even tried," she said, hands on her hips. "What kind of sandwich shop is this?"

"The realistic kind that says if the crust is all the way around, the sandwich will be bigger than you!" Kate argued. "Are you going to eat it or use it as a boat?"

"Oh, so now you're in the business of telling customers what they can and can't do with your sandwiches?"

"...bread sinks."

Kate thought this was an important point.

"Then why did you suggest a boat?"

"I didn't suggest one." Kate frowned at the tiny, annoying girl. "I said it'd be that big to you."

Arietty huffed. "I don't expect someone as large as you to know anything about being nice and petite."

Sparkle was pretty certain the hairnet was a little much. Maybe. Were these even real sandwiches? Didn't he shellac his hair thoroughly enough with gel that morning to ensure that none of it was going to fall into the food even if the food was real?

Either way, he was standing at the counter, idly inspecting his nails. He might be convinced to serve you. But odds were it was going to take some work.

"I want a sandwich," Karla said, stepping up with her hauteur fully in place. "You know, one of the ones I saw on the teevee."

Really, it was the hauteur that had Sparkle raising an eyebrow, but he was game, sure. He gave her an easy little smirk. He didn't take well to high-class snots, but this could be... a learning experience, or some shit.

"We've got plenty of sandwiches on the television. Which was was it you were looking for, Ma'am?"

Karla winked at him, before putting her snotty aristo mask firmly back in place. "You know, the good one. That's the one I want. Make it for me."

"Oh, you mean the extra huge Extra Huge Burger with a side of more stuff than most people could possibly eat in a sitting? That's a pretty good one. I can't get through that thing, though. Goes straight to your ass, they tell me."

Sparkle gave his butt a little shake to demonstrate, a shit-eating grin on his face. Screwing with wealthy snots, even in a class roleplay scenario, was kind of his thing.

"Me, I'm watching my girlish figure."

Rolling her eyes and curling her lip simultaneously, Karla shook her head. "Ugh. Obviously not that one. Though," she snorted giving him a long once-over. "I can see why you wouldn't be willing to chance it."

Hey! Was Karla calling him fat? Sparkle was going to counter that by doing his best to make the mystery burger less appealing.

"Yeah, well. Can't win 'em all. You must be looking for that diet one, then?" Even if the thought of calling her overweight was laughable. So, so laughable. "The veggie patty on the tofu bun with the salad and the diet Coke?"

Two could play at this one, Karla. Oh yes. And just to really hit his point home, he was going to casually stick his pinky finger up his nose and start digging around for buried treasure. You may continue placing your order now, Karla.

Yeah, sorry Sparkle. Karla often wanted to gain weight. She had plenty of insecurities to play on, but that wasn't one of them.

Hell, if she'd just been ordering for herself, she probably would have gone with the super-huge burger and hoped that it went to her chest, not her ass.

"Well..." She made a big show of thinking about it, then shook her head. "No, not that one, either. What else do you have?"

And then he--EUGH. THIS HAD BETTER BE FOR SHOW, SPARKLE.

"And I'll be watching you wash your hands before you make your burger!"

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"Nah. Sink's on the fritz. But I could lick it off for you, that's almost as good."

It was completely for show. Sparkle didn't usually go picking his nose for kicks. But her reaction was kind of hilarious, so he was kind of delighting in inspecting his fingernail and whatever he'd managed to pull out with it.

Nothing, really, because he wasn't actually searching for anything interesting up there, but he was going to mime idly flicking it in any old direction anyhow.

Jessica was totally available to help people. If by 'available' you meant 'standing quite a bit behind the other workers so they'd get picked on first.'

She remembered Peter's dealings working at a fast food place. She was not in a hurry to relive it.

Public Speaking [Tuesday, February 19, 2013, 1st period]

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