The Modern Workplace and You....ish [Friday, period 1]

[notmysupervisor.livejournal.com]

Today when the students filed in, things may have seemed...well, a tad different from normal.

For one thing, Cheryl was back. For another, she was no longer Cheryl.

"Well, hoooow-dee," she drawled, eyes still narrowing disparagingly as she surveyed the group. That much was still the same. "What a sad, pathetic bunch of wannabe city slickers we've got here." She shook her head, sending her hair bouncing, as she placed her hands on her mostly-exposed hips. "You ever see anything so sad in your whole life, Pammy?"

Pam popped a Mentos made entirely of cocaine into her mouth and chewed it thoughtfully. “I dunno,” she said. “Some of ‘em might make useful heishi in the glorious empire of … uh … ISIS. I mean, spies. I’m sure some of ‘em have potential as spies.”

Pam was not in any way an undercover agent working for the Yakuza, everyone. In case you were wondering.

"Maybe," Cherlene said, waving a hand dismissively. "I mean, if you wanna waste your time, fine. But I wanna see if any of 'em are talented." She glanced out over the group thoughtfully. "I need me some backup singers, if you know what I mean."

She meant she needed backup singers. For once, this was actually literal, not figurative.

“I don’t get it,” Pam frowned. This was either because she expected it to be some kind of horrible innuendo, or because she was still a cocaine addict, even though she was now a cocaine addict who was also a Yakuza spy. “Oooh! Ooooh! Can we do an American Idol thing? You can be the mean British guy and I’ll be the dopey drunk chick who thinks everyone did their best. Except I wanna be mean, too.”

What was the fun in being nice when you could crush someone’s dreams!??

"I kinda wanna be drunk, too," Cherlene mused, frowning. "And I ain't gonna be British. But okay!" It was just coincidence that Cherlene had brought with her a microphone and karaoke machine, right? "If you knock my socks off," she added, "then you can be my backup singer."

Not that she was wearing socks.

“You can totally be drunk,” Pam said, holding out her thermos. “Tanoshinde kudasai.”

Of course she brought Green Russians to class. Of course she did.

[Cheryl is her season-five AU, country-western darling Cherlene. Pam is spying for the Yakuza and eating cocaine like she's paid to. SORRY THAT CLASS IS WHAT IT IS NOW. SO MUCH FOR THE MODERN WORKPLACE?]

Comments

Sign in [03/14]

[notmysupervisor.livejournal.com]

Like...these are your teachers now.

Re: Sign in [03/14]

[iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com]

Elsa of Arendelle

Re: Sign in [03/14]

[fly-so-serious.livejournal.com]

Joker Moreau (and Skippy the spacemonkey)

Re: Sign in [03/14]

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

Rilla Blythe

Listen to the Lecture [03/14]

[notmysupervisor.livejournal.com]

Lololololol. Lecture. Right.

Re: Listen to the Lecture [03/14]

[iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com]

Well, at least Elsa could handle singing. She didn't imagine this would work out in her favor in the least, but... singing.

Possibly one of the first things she'd been asked to do in this class that didn't make her head hurt. Huh.

Re: Listen to the Lecture [03/14]

[fly-so-serious.livejournal.com]

Joker spent most of the "lecture", such as it was, trying to figure out whether the teachers had, in fact, been switched with alternate-universe doubles, or whether they were just their normal selves and high on something. The jury was still out.

Perform! [03/14]

[notmysupervisor.livejournal.com]

Mod your performance, or pick a song -- whichever you choose, you will be equally ridiculed/congratulated. (They're both going to be like a cross between Paula and Simon, in that they're both drunk and mean. No one's going to call anyone their dawg, though, sorry Randy.)

Re: Perform! [03/14]

[iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com]

Elsa really wasn't anticipating anything particularly good to come of any of this, no, but if there was one thing she could do with some measure of confidence, it was sing.

So, squaring her shoulders, she stood to sing, and, kind of winging it as she did so, she belted it. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=luiRqbZ7t8U)

Re: Perform! [03/14]

[notmysupervisor.livejournal.com]

"That wasn't the worst," Cherlene conceded.

Take that praise and run with it, Elsa!

Re: Perform! [03/14]

[iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com]

"... Not the worst?"

Well, that was good to know, at least.

Re: Perform! [03/14]

[holyshitsnacks.livejournal.com]

"It's a bit Broadway," Pam said, mulling it over.

Pam, that was an epic song. You could at least acknowledge she did well.

Re: Perform! [03/14]

[fly-so-serious.livejournal.com]

Joker stared.

After a while, his mouth sort of hung open.

"...Wow."

Re: Perform! [03/14]

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

Rilla applauded. "That was wonderful!"

And something she in no way would be following after for these two crackpots.

Re: Perform! [03/14]

[fly-so-serious.livejournal.com]

Joker stood up in front of the class and gave it exactly what it deserved: He sang "John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt" while doing the hand jive -- or, at least, the best approximation of it he could manage with his crutches tucked in his armpits.

Also, there was a dancing spacemonkey.

Re: Perform! [03/14]

[holyshitsnacks.livejournal.com]

Wow, the cocaine didn't usually kick in this fast.

"Back-up dancers are s'posed to be sexy," Pam announced. "Not weird little monkey things."

Re: Perform! [03/14]

[notmysupervisor.livejournal.com]

"Gross," Cherlene pronounced, but she was mostly turning her nose up at the...monkey thing. "What is that?"

Re: Perform! [03/14]

[3girls-1core.livejournal.com]

No one really wanted to go after Elsa's performance (because damn, even Zee had to applaud that), but, as TA, Zee figured she probably ought to step up (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-34NuV3t99A).



[Yup, stealing one of my girl's voices to use for another. No regrets!]

Talk to the TA [03/14]

[notmysupervisor.livejournal.com]

Who is probably wildly enjoying this.

Re: Talk to the TA [03/14]

[3girls-1core.livejournal.com]

Yup! Because why wouldn't she? It didn't matter how crazy this class got, Zee got to sit back and laugh.

Talk to the Teachers [03/14]

[notmysupervisor.livejournal.com]

Who are both really enjoying this, but in a different way from all of y'all, probably.

Re: Talk to the Teachers [03/14]

[holyshitsnacks.livejournal.com]

You know that experiment that the Mythbusters did, with Mentos and Diet Coke?

Pam was now trying to recreate it, with Mentos made entirely of cocaine and a thermos of Green Russians.

This would end well.

Re: Talk to the Teachers [03/14]

[notmysupervisor.livejournal.com]

"You're gonna hurt yourself," Cherlene sing-songed twangily. (Was that a word? Was now.) "I ain't drivin' you to the ER if that blows up in your tummy."

OOC [03/14]

[notmysupervisor.livejournal.com]

I've only wanted to do this for like, two and a half months.

Re: OOC [03/14]

[holyshitsnacks.livejournal.com]

Season five is so on drugs.

Which is saying something, considering seasons 1-4.