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fandomhigh2015-02-13 08:35 am
furnaceface) wrote in fandomhigh2015-02-13 08:35 am
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Powers, Identity, and The World; Embracing the Real You - Friday, Period One
Students today would be pleased to see a roaring bonfire in the middle of the classroom. There was also a moddable pile of blankets, mittens and scarves sitting just inside the door. Best of all were the rows of steaming mugs full of hot chocolate, with marshmallows bobbing to the surface.
The power might be out, but nobody was freezing to death on Rinoa and Jono’s watch.
//This week, we're well aware of the weather, and… so help me, I haven't got the attention span to throw together a lecture today,// Jono noted from where he was sitting, a respectable distance from the fire, arms crossed in front of him as usual, //so we're going to do something a little different than usual. With no focus comes a completely open floor.//
He could manage a guess as to just why that focus was shot, really. He couldn't breathe in the pollen himself, but he was a telepath, and Fandomites weren't exactly quiet about their frustrations. These were things he was never mentioning in class, ever, while he struggled to keep up very firmly solid walls between himself and everyone else's ambient... feelings.
It had been very difficult for Rinoa to leave Squall this morning and come to class. At least he’d still be there in an hour, when she went back to bed. She had also figured out what was going on, and didn’t intend to surface for the next day or so. Sue her.
“Ask us anything,” Rinoa said. “I don’t just mean about your powers; I mean anything. It’s Valentine’s Day tomorrow. Is there someone special in your life? Someone you have an eye on, but you’re too shy to make a move? Don’t feel like you have to share if you don’t want to, but love and dating and all of that are complicated at your age, even for people that are non-powered.”
//Hell,// Jono added, //they don't have to be questions about love, either. Ask us for recipes. Ask us about our pets. Don't ask anything at all. Tell us about that time you stubbed your toe in the third grade and you got a cookie when you cried even though it didn't hurt all that much. The floor is completely open. What have you got?//
Jono was going to pray that what they had was not a whole slough of sex questions. He wasn't going to hold his breath, though. Not that it would be difficult to accomplish.
“Get some hot chocolate,” Rinoa said, waving to the mugs. “Wrap yourself in blankets, and stay by the fire. Speak up. We’re listening.”
[Open!]
The power might be out, but nobody was freezing to death on Rinoa and Jono’s watch.
//This week, we're well aware of the weather, and… so help me, I haven't got the attention span to throw together a lecture today,// Jono noted from where he was sitting, a respectable distance from the fire, arms crossed in front of him as usual, //so we're going to do something a little different than usual. With no focus comes a completely open floor.//
He could manage a guess as to just why that focus was shot, really. He couldn't breathe in the pollen himself, but he was a telepath, and Fandomites weren't exactly quiet about their frustrations. These were things he was never mentioning in class, ever, while he struggled to keep up very firmly solid walls between himself and everyone else's ambient... feelings.
It had been very difficult for Rinoa to leave Squall this morning and come to class. At least he’d still be there in an hour, when she went back to bed. She had also figured out what was going on, and didn’t intend to surface for the next day or so. Sue her.
“Ask us anything,” Rinoa said. “I don’t just mean about your powers; I mean anything. It’s Valentine’s Day tomorrow. Is there someone special in your life? Someone you have an eye on, but you’re too shy to make a move? Don’t feel like you have to share if you don’t want to, but love and dating and all of that are complicated at your age, even for people that are non-powered.”
//Hell,// Jono added, //they don't have to be questions about love, either. Ask us for recipes. Ask us about our pets. Don't ask anything at all. Tell us about that time you stubbed your toe in the third grade and you got a cookie when you cried even though it didn't hurt all that much. The floor is completely open. What have you got?//
Jono was going to pray that what they had was not a whole slough of sex questions. He wasn't going to hold his breath, though. Not that it would be difficult to accomplish.
“Get some hot chocolate,” Rinoa said, waving to the mugs. “Wrap yourself in blankets, and stay by the fire. Speak up. We’re listening.”
[Open!]
Re: Lecture!
To the void with all of it. He needed Nathan, or at least an hour alone in his room without a cat or a chameleon staring at him.