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fandomhigh2014-03-28 08:43 am
furnaceface) wrote in fandomhigh2014-03-28 08:43 am
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Coping With Change, Friday, Period 3
If or why anybody was actually insane enough to come to class today was really anyone's best guess. The island was pretty much bending over backwards now in its attempt to kill everybody living on it. There were zombies falling into lava pits and half-monkey-half-pony monsters galloping majestically through ancient ruins with mummies riding on their backs and really, Jonothon had pretty much made up his mind that anyone who showed up for class today was going to just automatically fail the course.
He could be here because he was a walking shell of a corpse with a gout of psifire where his head was meant to be, thank you. And he was making sure students had a safe escort back to the dorms if they were in class today, and therefore stupid.
Ignore the hypocrisy. Just ignore it.
Cecil was here, too. Honestly, if he stayed home every time existence turned deadly or frightening, he'd never leave the house! So here he was, more or less unharmed, if slightly harried. "Do you think anyone will show?"
//If they do, I'm failing the lot of them.//
No, he wasn't.
"But if they're coping well enough to show up, that shows they're learning!" Cecil pointed out.
//… Cecil, remind me to give you a failing grade when things are back to normal.//
He wouldn't.
"You can't give me a grade," Cecil told him, rolling his eyes. "I'm a teacher."
Jonothon sighed.
//Here, if any students show up, ply them with some arts and crafts or cookies or something until I can offer them a proper escort back to the dorms.//
"I can do that!" Cecil agreed. "Art is a wonderful way of coping."
//And if you get any glitter on me,// Jono grumbled, crossing his arms and leaning against the door frame, //I'll be very put-out.//
"Um. Angry, right?" Cecil asked carefully. "Not extinguished?"
//… Just get the bloody glitter, Cecil.//
"Just checking!" Cecil protested. "It's good to be prepared for emergencies."
Jonothon suspected that he and Cecil had wildly different definitions for the word 'emergency.'
[Open!]
He could be here because he was a walking shell of a corpse with a gout of psifire where his head was meant to be, thank you. And he was making sure students had a safe escort back to the dorms if they were in class today, and therefore stupid.
Ignore the hypocrisy. Just ignore it.
Cecil was here, too. Honestly, if he stayed home every time existence turned deadly or frightening, he'd never leave the house! So here he was, more or less unharmed, if slightly harried. "Do you think anyone will show?"
//If they do, I'm failing the lot of them.//
No, he wasn't.
"But if they're coping well enough to show up, that shows they're learning!" Cecil pointed out.
//… Cecil, remind me to give you a failing grade when things are back to normal.//
He wouldn't.
"You can't give me a grade," Cecil told him, rolling his eyes. "I'm a teacher."
Jonothon sighed.
//Here, if any students show up, ply them with some arts and crafts or cookies or something until I can offer them a proper escort back to the dorms.//
"I can do that!" Cecil agreed. "Art is a wonderful way of coping."
//And if you get any glitter on me,// Jono grumbled, crossing his arms and leaning against the door frame, //I'll be very put-out.//
"Um. Angry, right?" Cecil asked carefully. "Not extinguished?"
//… Just get the bloody glitter, Cecil.//
"Just checking!" Cecil protested. "It's good to be prepared for emergencies."
Jonothon suspected that he and Cecil had wildly different definitions for the word 'emergency.'
[Open!]
Re: Arts and Crafts!
Re: Arts and Crafts!
//Go cope over some books or something,// he agreed. //Better you make a difference in the library than glue popsicle sticks up your nostrils in here.//
Re: Arts and Crafts!
Re: Arts and Crafts!
He was cranky, Joker. He'd probably apologize for this next week after spending a few days banging his forehead against a wall.
Re: Arts and Crafts!
"Next time, you can glue popsicle sticks up the harpies' nostrils," Cecil promised him, rolling his eyes.