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fandomhigh2015-02-17 11:03 am
saddeserthermit) wrote in fandomhigh2015-02-17 11:03 am
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Ethics, Tuesday
Their class today took place in an ordinary classroom, with ordinary desks and ordinary chairs, and an ordinary Jedi in thick robes who looked as if for all the world, everything was ordinary at the moment. Obi-Wan had been with the Order all his life; deflecting feelings such as desire into the Force was old hat.
Mildly irritating old hat that he had to work slightly harder for than usual, but still: old hat. The only thing that was different was that now he held some mild concern as to the identity of the 'Jaye' who had sent him flowers.
"I hope your week with the babies has been educational," he said, when it became apparent that Anakin would be late. "Difficult as some of you appear to have found the task, going by what I've heard on the radio. Today, you may relinquish the children, and we will talk about the lessons you have learned..."
...and speaking of lessons, the kids were getting an unintentional one of completely inappropriate Huttese--and Tusken curses, with a bit of Bothawui thrown in for effect--as a glitter bedrenched blob that could only be Anakin stalked into the classroom and stood in front of the class. "I hate everything and everyone," he declared, then pointed a (glittery) finger at Obi-Wan. "And one word about hate being of the Dark Side and I'm punting you out the nearest window."
Congratulations, class: not only would you be learning educational lessons about babies and curse words, you would also be there to witness the deployment of the nuclear-grade epic eyeroll Obi-Wan had spent years developing: Codename: Anakin. "I would concern myself with letting your anger pass into the Force, first, before moving on to more complicated emotions such as hatred," he said, with barely constrained amusement.
"I haven't missed you even a little bit," the glitter pile muttered. "I've noticed the...sense...of the island as I arrived," he added, "so please don't do anything or anyone you'll regret when this wears off."
It was hard to take a sex-ed PSA seriously from what amounted to a walking, talking, disco ball, so don't worry if you can't, class.
"Good advice," Obi-Wan said, in desperate hope that his own presence might bring some actual respectability and truth to the disco pile's words. "Now, that aside: today, you may tell the class what you learned about responsibility and caretaking in this past week. Please stay at your desks as you do so, for reasons my colleague has already explained."
He'd pull up his hood, however. Anakin was rather safe from any teenager's directed interest, being that there were limits to what one could find attractive about a pile of glitter. But he had been in enough troublesome situations that he'd like to decrease the risk of being the target of anyone's looks.
Mildly irritating old hat that he had to work slightly harder for than usual, but still: old hat. The only thing that was different was that now he held some mild concern as to the identity of the 'Jaye' who had sent him flowers.
"I hope your week with the babies has been educational," he said, when it became apparent that Anakin would be late. "Difficult as some of you appear to have found the task, going by what I've heard on the radio. Today, you may relinquish the children, and we will talk about the lessons you have learned..."
...and speaking of lessons, the kids were getting an unintentional one of completely inappropriate Huttese--and Tusken curses, with a bit of Bothawui thrown in for effect--as a glitter bedrenched blob that could only be Anakin stalked into the classroom and stood in front of the class. "I hate everything and everyone," he declared, then pointed a (glittery) finger at Obi-Wan. "And one word about hate being of the Dark Side and I'm punting you out the nearest window."
Congratulations, class: not only would you be learning educational lessons about babies and curse words, you would also be there to witness the deployment of the nuclear-grade epic eyeroll Obi-Wan had spent years developing: Codename: Anakin. "I would concern myself with letting your anger pass into the Force, first, before moving on to more complicated emotions such as hatred," he said, with barely constrained amusement.
"I haven't missed you even a little bit," the glitter pile muttered. "I've noticed the...sense...of the island as I arrived," he added, "so please don't do anything or anyone you'll regret when this wears off."
It was hard to take a sex-ed PSA seriously from what amounted to a walking, talking, disco ball, so don't worry if you can't, class.
"Good advice," Obi-Wan said, in desperate hope that his own presence might bring some actual respectability and truth to the disco pile's words. "Now, that aside: today, you may tell the class what you learned about responsibility and caretaking in this past week. Please stay at your desks as you do so, for reasons my colleague has already explained."
He'd pull up his hood, however. Anakin was rather safe from any teenager's directed interest, being that there were limits to what one could find attractive about a pile of glitter. But he had been in enough troublesome situations that he'd like to decrease the risk of being the target of anyone's looks.
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