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fandomhigh2014-04-11 10:21 am
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The Modern Workplace and You [Friday, period 1]
Today, both of the teachers were back: hooray!
However, both of the teachers were once again in costume: ...maybe less hooray?
"Hellooooooooo," Cheryl drawled in a very fruity, oddly-pitched voice as she waved at the students with a champagne flute. Because yes, of course class was made up to look like someone's dining room today. Why the hell not? "I know you probably didn't recognize me, because today we're going to talk about the importance of disguises."
Amongst other things.
“Really, children,” admonished Pam, “we’re going to talk about a great many things. Like what a scamp Teddy Roosevelt was. Such a playful sense of huuuu-mor!”
Did you think Pam maybe missed the fucked-up-voice boat? Because no. She was tooting that horn like a pro.
"Oh, that Teddy!" Cheryl chortled. I know, guys, right? I didn't know that was a real noise people made, either, but Cheryl was making it. "Such a scoundrel! Do you know, I once saw him kill and eat a bear? He was evah so gentle about it, though! Just evah so gentle!"
None of what she was saying made any sense. Did it matter? No. Did it ever?
Students, at this point, may have noticed the trunks and racks of costumes available to them. You know, if they were the observant type.
“There are ever so many scintillating reasons why one might have an elegant dinner party,” said Pam brightly, after she took a long swig of wine. “Perhaps one is one of the most elllllllllegant people in all of New York, and one would like to celebrate that fact with lamb kidneys stewed in wine. Or perhaps there’s a body that one’s boss needs disposed of, and an ellllllllllllllegant dinner party would cover her tracks admirably.”
"So," Cheryl continued, "you will most definitely need to change to something…appropriate for a dinner party as elllllllllllllllllegant as this one." She broke character for a moment, taking enough time to give every person's outfit a disdainful look before gesturing grandly to the racks of clothes. "And then, yes, you'll need to fulfill your duties as an employee at your employer's elllllllllllllllegant dinner party!"
She pulled back the corner of the tablecloth, revealing a blow-up doll with a plastic knife taped to the front of it and the eyes X'd out. They'd had to improvise a little, okay?
“Decide how you’re going to deal with the corpse, Calpurnia,” Pam announced. “Remember that being charge with homicide or with carting around a dead body would be horribly unrefined, and will keep you out of the finer country clubs!”
Plus you’d go to jail. Just saying.
However, both of the teachers were once again in costume: ...maybe less hooray?
"Hellooooooooo," Cheryl drawled in a very fruity, oddly-pitched voice as she waved at the students with a champagne flute. Because yes, of course class was made up to look like someone's dining room today. Why the hell not? "I know you probably didn't recognize me, because today we're going to talk about the importance of disguises."
Amongst other things.
“Really, children,” admonished Pam, “we’re going to talk about a great many things. Like what a scamp Teddy Roosevelt was. Such a playful sense of huuuu-mor!”
Did you think Pam maybe missed the fucked-up-voice boat? Because no. She was tooting that horn like a pro.
"Oh, that Teddy!" Cheryl chortled. I know, guys, right? I didn't know that was a real noise people made, either, but Cheryl was making it. "Such a scoundrel! Do you know, I once saw him kill and eat a bear? He was evah so gentle about it, though! Just evah so gentle!"
None of what she was saying made any sense. Did it matter? No. Did it ever?
Students, at this point, may have noticed the trunks and racks of costumes available to them. You know, if they were the observant type.
“There are ever so many scintillating reasons why one might have an elegant dinner party,” said Pam brightly, after she took a long swig of wine. “Perhaps one is one of the most elllllllllegant people in all of New York, and one would like to celebrate that fact with lamb kidneys stewed in wine. Or perhaps there’s a body that one’s boss needs disposed of, and an ellllllllllllllegant dinner party would cover her tracks admirably.”
"So," Cheryl continued, "you will most definitely need to change to something…appropriate for a dinner party as elllllllllllllllllegant as this one." She broke character for a moment, taking enough time to give every person's outfit a disdainful look before gesturing grandly to the racks of clothes. "And then, yes, you'll need to fulfill your duties as an employee at your employer's elllllllllllllllegant dinner party!"
She pulled back the corner of the tablecloth, revealing a blow-up doll with a plastic knife taped to the front of it and the eyes X'd out. They'd had to improvise a little, okay?
“Decide how you’re going to deal with the corpse, Calpurnia,” Pam announced. “Remember that being charge with homicide or with carting around a dead body would be horribly unrefined, and will keep you out of the finer country clubs!”
Plus you’d go to jail. Just saying.
Hide the body! [04/11]
Or you can, you know, not get invited to your boss' house when she's shot the Italian PM as part of a kinky sex-game, but you know, that's not really an option today.
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He had a Night Vale survival instinct.
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A few jabs of the pin, and the "corpse" was on its way to being a floppy sheet of vinyl.
"And now, for my next trick...!" Joker announced, as he began stuffing the deflating doll into his top hat.
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