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Celia had had a trying morning, thus far.

She'd boarded a train in New York at the crack of dawn with a large trunk that she was pretending to struggle to carry. Hector had given her a cursory pat on the top of her hat and a tug to one stray curl, accompanied by a stern look that Celia knew meant Don't make me regret this. She'd fallen asleep on the train, and the conductor had awoken her...here. She'd not expected Maryland to be quite so much...brighter, or louder or confusing -- and in fact, Celia had been to Baltimore before, once, and she was very sure that this was unsettlingly different. She'd stumbled off the train, been ushered through a security checkpoint filled with people dressed strangely and giving her even stranger looks and now she was...here.

If not for the glittering sign bearing the name 'Fandom High,' she'd think she was in the wrong place.

Celia slumped gratefully into a chair, dropping her trunk on the floor beside her, and let out a sigh. Then she immediately straightened up. It wouldn't do to have her new classmates think her a lazy slob at first meeting.

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"It doesn't seem terribly funny," Eleanor said, lifting her shoulders. "One would imagine mockery would require humor. Or is it ..."

Oh.

"It's more about making someone who's different feel different," she said, reasoning it out. "Reestablishing social lines, creating outcasts. Is that it?"

Everything she feared, considering that she was a full-fledged freak.

"Well, not deliberately, I don't think..." Joker mused. "But I've really never considered the motivations of assholes. I mean, every now and then someone tries to say 'well, but they're people, too', and I say 'Great! Now tell People Too to stop playing keep-away with my crutches!'"

Eleanor frowned at that. "Why should you care that they're people?" she asked. "They're being needlessly cruel. It isn't your job to be kind and obsequious to every jerk who belittles you."

Having fireballs was awesome, Joker. Especially for dealing with jerks.

"...And I will probably agree with you, just as soon as you tell me what 'obsequious' means," Joker replied. "But there's always people who think that if you can just understand the bullies' emotional states, they'll stop being dickwads. Good luck with that!"

"Pointless flattery," Eleanor said nonchalantly. "Bullies don't need to be psychoanalyzed. They need to be stopped."

Seriously. Fireballs.

"See, that's what I said. Detention, for the whole lot of them, and then ship 'em off to some other planet."

Views on actually using fireballs might differ.`

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