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fandomhigh2014-12-04 12:07 pm
locointhecoco) wrote in fandomhigh2014-12-04 12:07 pm
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The Art of Baking with Friends, Thursday
The first sign that something had gone horribly wrong -- you know, other than maybe paying attention to what was going on yesterday -- was that Pinkie didn't . . . quite look right.
Like, her ears were sticking out too much.
Also, her hair was straight.
And her eyes weren't focussing. And she was twitching even more than usual. And mumbling about mirrors and numerology and OH GOD THE HORSES.
The students possibly should be leaving now.
Yes. Yes, they should.
'Derek' was eyeing the pony with so much disdain that the force of it could have caused some of the disturbances in the room. But it didn't. So, deal with him just being a giant, dramatic jerk instead. "Oh, how lovely. I'm not alone here," he deadpanned. Because he was stuck with two of the more annoying ghosts. Ugh.
"You are never alone!" the pony responded, pointing a dramatic hoof at Derek. Then staring at the hoof and waving it up and down with what would be almost scientific curiosity, if only his/her eyes weren't crossed.
Dammers had never really considered the mechanics of horse hooves before.
'Derek' rolled his eyes, turning his attention back to the students who hadn't fled yet. Why hadn't they fled yet? "My colleague is a bit confused. We're supposed to be teaching--" He looked at the class roster. "--baking. Oh god, I stopped my nephew ruined the Hale name further."
Baking? Really? Couldn't do a little fashion?
Not this semester.
'Pinkie' stopped flopping her/his hoof around in the air and started coughing up a hairball. "Well," s/he said, once s/he got it all up. "That's just unsanitary."
You were disgusting, 'Pinkie'. Disgusting. "That's what you get for picking a pony."
"I AM PROTECTING THE SANCTITY OF THE HUMAN RACE!"
Seriously, kids. Just leave. This cannot end well.
Like, her ears were sticking out too much.
Also, her hair was straight.
And her eyes weren't focussing. And she was twitching even more than usual. And mumbling about mirrors and numerology and OH GOD THE HORSES.
The students possibly should be leaving now.
Yes. Yes, they should.
'Derek' was eyeing the pony with so much disdain that the force of it could have caused some of the disturbances in the room. But it didn't. So, deal with him just being a giant, dramatic jerk instead. "Oh, how lovely. I'm not alone here," he deadpanned. Because he was stuck with two of the more annoying ghosts. Ugh.
"You are never alone!" the pony responded, pointing a dramatic hoof at Derek. Then staring at the hoof and waving it up and down with what would be almost scientific curiosity, if only his/her eyes weren't crossed.
Dammers had never really considered the mechanics of horse hooves before.
'Derek' rolled his eyes, turning his attention back to the students who hadn't fled yet. Why hadn't they fled yet? "My colleague is a bit confused. We're supposed to be teaching--" He looked at the class roster. "--baking. Oh god, I stopped my nephew ruined the Hale name further."
Baking? Really? Couldn't do a little fashion?
Not this semester.
'Pinkie' stopped flopping her/his hoof around in the air and started coughing up a hairball. "Well," s/he said, once s/he got it all up. "That's just unsanitary."
You were disgusting, 'Pinkie'. Disgusting. "That's what you get for picking a pony."
"I AM PROTECTING THE SANCTITY OF THE HUMAN RACE!"
Seriously, kids. Just leave. This cannot end well.
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2. HEE. I read that as "Baking Friends", which, given who's lecturing today: not that far off.