Faculty Meeting (Friday after classes)

[bigdamnprincipal]

After the student council cleared out, Zoe got the council room set up for yet another meeting, hoping all the teachers had gotten her handwavey email. Sure, classes had only been in session for a week, but she figured it was a good idea to check the new teachers for shell shock early. There were warm food and drinks set out (not the leftovers from the student council... at least, not totally) but nothing alcoholic. If people wanted to go that route, they would have to bring their own this time.

"Hello there, come on in and have a seat if you'd like," she said. "I thought it might be good for everyone to have a chance to get together without students around, and be inside where it's warm. I hope everyone's had a good first week. If you haven't, well, now you have a room full of people to vent to." It was the little things that helped make this job better.

[Open to all staff and OCD free!]

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[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

THEY REALLY DID.

"A Hardison is an awesome hacker and boyfriendly person who lives in Baltimore and thinks I invented you." Parker had her own phone out, and took three photos in rapid succession with Pinkie. DUCKFACE!

"...how are you doing that?" And now Parker was poking at Pinkie's tail. "I did see her. She talked about rocks."

Rocks. Rock. But it hadn't been Sophie's horror-movie MacBeth.

"You're magic, aren't you? Do you know where I can get some?"

[locointhecoco]

Pinkie gasped. "You know somepony from Baltimare?!" Somehow, she'd totally managed to miss the name of the human city most folks found on the other end of the causeway until, like, right now.

She looked at her tail. "I dunno, I just do it. What else am I supposed to use my tail for? Other than predicting when things are going to fall." You know, the usual stuff. "And no, silly, I'm an earth pony! Magic is for unicorns and zebras."

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

"Well it's just over the causeway, sure," Parker said, slightly confused about why Pinkie was pronouncing it that way. Was this about accents like Sophie's?

"Hanging from things?" Parker suggested for the tail. She nodded knowing about knowing when things were going to fall. "Ahh. Right, like when you just know the bookcase isn't stable."

Not quite what Pinkie meant, but Parker wouldn't see the distinction, probably.

"I want to be a zebra."

[locointhecoco]

Pinkie gasped even harder. "It is?!"

She was going to be so disappointed, later.

"You'll have to talk in rhyme," she said. "To be a zebra."

There were other requirements. Like being pony shaped and stripey. And being a zebra. But the rhyming was an important component.

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

"That's a zebra thing?" Parker checked, then hummed to herself.

"My name is Parker
write it in marker
I teach at Fandom
Nothing like bandom--"

She and Hardison had found some of those stories about Eliot on their internet. There were more about other singers, of course, but still. Just be glad they hadn't told him.

"Want to be a zebra
but I'm not a Libra..."

[locointhecoco]

"Not bad, not bad," Pinkie said. "Your couplets are kind of short, but I think you just need practice."

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

"Eliot said we don't get to choose what we might turn into. But I choose magic zebra."

Hear that, Fandom? MAGIC ZEBRA.

"What are you teaching? Eliot said your teaching buddy was Derek."

Who had a talking-to coming, yes he did.

[locointhecoco]

Pinkie laughed. "Derek's not my teaching buddy, silly, he's my teaching partner. He's my bestest human friend so we teach about friendship through super fun activities like cake decorating!" DID YOU KNOW FRIENDSHIP COULD BE DELICIOUS, PARKER? DID YOU? "I have looooooads of teaching buddies. I'm always the first to volunteer to help out the new teachers every semester!"

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

"Ohhhhhhh." Right! "That's Eliot over there." Pointing him out. Then grinning. "You should go tell him about all that, too. CAKE." Whoa, that was loud. "YES. SEE. You agree with me that we should give that to the students, right?" RIGHT? BECAUSE TEACHING WAS DELICIOUS, WASN'T IT?

[locointhecoco]

"We've met!" Pinkie said. "I said we should go out to lunch sometime but I don't think he was very interested. He's real quiet. His cutie mark would be an empty speech bubble. Or a face like this." And she made an uncannily accurate pony face version of the ಠ_ಠ emoticon. "As for cakes, I think it's usually way more fun if the students can make them themselves? But every party deserves a cake." And a class was always a party, right?

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

Okay, that had Parker cracking up and laughing loudly enough to draw attention, because that face was Uncannily Eliot. She took another photo of that to send to Hardison.

"Yes! ... well, our class is Creative Problem Solving. So it can't be cake-making. Although I guess you could have problems with cake? But they liked jumping off things."

You were going to have lunch with a pony sometime, Eliot. Oh yes.

A buzz of a text from Hardison, sent to Eliot as well:

What the actual fruit?!!

[vdistinctive]

Eliot looked at that text, sighed, and put his phone back in his pocket.

Really, at some point Hardison would have to get used to the whole "this island makes no sense" thing.

[locointhecoco]

Pinkie was beaming. She lived to make people laugh and smile. Like, literally. It was her actual entire purpose in life. "Well sure they do!" she exclaimed. "Jumping off things is super duper fun!"

She was thinking, like, picnic tables. Not towers.

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

"We are so going to get along," Parker decided, buoyed by how much in common they had. Making friends had always been hard for her, because people were so weird. It was like she met someone from her home planet here, with Pinkie. YAY.

[locointhecoco]

"Yippee!" Pinkie cheered. "Isn't making new friends the best?"