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fandomhigh2013-11-06 12:36 pm
locointhecoco) wrote in fandomhigh2013-11-06 12:36 pm
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Friendship is Teamwork!!!, Wednesday, Period 1
Hopefully everyone had gotten the handwavey note to head over to the danger shop. Otherwise... Awkward. There was one giant rope and a mud pit prepared for the class.
Hopefully you all can guess just what the plan for the day was. Just as hopefully, you all were prepared to get messy.
One of these things was a little bit more likely than the other, yes.
Pinkie stood to the side of the mud pit, dressed in a black and white striped shirt and matching cap, a comically oversized whistle in her mouth. She blew it sharply as class was due to start.
"Huh," she said, when it didn't seem to her to make a sound. "It must be broken."
Or it was possible that only werewolves and others with dog-like hearing could hear the result. Sorry, guys.
Which would be why Derek was on the floor, hands over his ears. He hated you so much, Pinkie. So, so much.
"Stop. The whistle."
"Omigosh!" Pinkie hurried over and poked at him with one hoof. "Are you okay? Do you need mouth to mouth?"
Noooooo.
Derek's eyebrows went right on up and he was scrambling to his feet. "No." God no. "Just give me the whistle."
Because he remembered AU kids, damn it.
Pinkie looked like she might object for a moment, then reluctantly handed the whistle over. He wasn't even wearing a ref uniform!
"Today we're playing tug-of-war," she said to the students. "And remember, flying is cheating!" Just because while none of them was a pegasus didn't mean they didn't need that reminder.
"It's supposed to teach you to work as teams," Derek said, crushing the whistle in his hand. And he held so much hope for the lesson.
"So sound off like you've got a pair!" Pinkie shouted. She'd heard that in a movie, once. "1-2-1-2 and make your teams! You!" she pointed to one of the students. "Start!"
Hopefully you all can guess just what the plan for the day was. Just as hopefully, you all were prepared to get messy.
One of these things was a little bit more likely than the other, yes.
Pinkie stood to the side of the mud pit, dressed in a black and white striped shirt and matching cap, a comically oversized whistle in her mouth. She blew it sharply as class was due to start.
"Huh," she said, when it didn't seem to her to make a sound. "It must be broken."
Or it was possible that only werewolves and others with dog-like hearing could hear the result. Sorry, guys.
Which would be why Derek was on the floor, hands over his ears. He hated you so much, Pinkie. So, so much.
"Stop. The whistle."
"Omigosh!" Pinkie hurried over and poked at him with one hoof. "Are you okay? Do you need mouth to mouth?"
Noooooo.
Derek's eyebrows went right on up and he was scrambling to his feet. "No." God no. "Just give me the whistle."
Because he remembered AU kids, damn it.
Pinkie looked like she might object for a moment, then reluctantly handed the whistle over. He wasn't even wearing a ref uniform!
"Today we're playing tug-of-war," she said to the students. "And remember, flying is cheating!" Just because while none of them was a pegasus didn't mean they didn't need that reminder.
"It's supposed to teach you to work as teams," Derek said, crushing the whistle in his hand. And he held so much hope for the lesson.
"So sound off like you've got a pair!" Pinkie shouted. She'd heard that in a movie, once. "1-2-1-2 and make your teams! You!" she pointed to one of the students. "Start!"
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