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Bailing 101, Monday

The classroom was empty at starting time; Atton was nowhere to be found.

It was otherwise a completely normal classroom, albeit anyone trying the windows would find them locked in place.

There was no note, there were no other items, just desks and chairs. And quiet, at least for the moment.

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Suspiciously.

Anders

Ada Miller

Tali'Zorah

Garik Loran

Jesse Pinkman

Talk, mess around on social media, whatever it is you kids do these days.

Well. This was surprising. And (once the novelty of not needing to introduce himself had worn off) suspicious.

It would be just like Fandom to have a teacher teach bailing by bailing himself, wouldn't it?

"Somehow I'm feeling like there's a trick here," Anders mused aloud. "I'm just not sure exactly what kind."

It was weird, to be in a classroom instead of crammed into a trailer with a dozen cousins her age, feeling the road under them while they did their worksheets.

It was also really weird there was no adult pretending to teach, and Ada looked around at the other students to see if this was normal.

Face settled in for a wait, he didn't trust Atton not to have something up his sleeve.

It's been fifteen minutes. He's still not here. That means you can leave, right?

It's not like your teacher is hanging out in the hallway wearing a stealth field generator or anything.

...Atton is totally hanging out in the hallway wearing a stealth field generator, invisible, at least until you try to leave.

After a good 20 minutes, Anders decided that whatever the trick was, it wasn't worth waiting around to see it play out. He gathered his things and left.

"Through the front door? Really?"

Hi, disembodied voice.

"It's how one generally leaves classrooms," Anders said mildly, pleased he'd properly spotted a trick. He looked around the hallway to see if he could spot where the voice was coming from. "The class is called bailing, not being an escape artist."

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Atton shrugged-- then realized Anders couldn't see the shrugging. Oh, well.

"True," he said, "But a little suspicion and paranoia usually goes a long way if you want to get out of something."

"I can't argue with that," said the escape champion of Circle Tower, junior league division. "Shall I go back into the classroom and try again?"

"Nah, I know enough," Atton said, barely repressing the urge to shrug again. "I mean, you can join the rest and we can have our happy introduction session, or you can go home and have lunch or something."

"Then I'll see you next week," Anders said easily, and went on down the hall.

Seriously, why would he stick around a class on how to run away once he'd gotten permission to go?

Hey, the kid had good instincts. Well, in terms of prioritizing. He was still stupid enough to barge through the most obvious exit in the face of an obvious trap. So Atton wasn't going to make it difficult on him.

... This week. He wasn't going to make it difficult on him this week.

After about ten minutes, Ada was practically twitching with the effort of staying in her seat.

Finally, fifteen whole minutes in, she couldn't manage it anymore. "I need some fresh air if I'm going to sit here twiddling my thumbs," she announced, getting up and going to the window. "It's too nice to stay cooped up in here with the windows shut." She was out of her seat in a shot, over to the windows to open one up. Except...

"Huh." Ada shoved on it again, then tried another one. "Someone give me a hand? I think they're stuck."

Yeah, Jesse was on his first-ever Fandom class, here. He didn't know there'd be tricks involved.

So he was just going to saunter his way out of the classroom at exactly fifteen minutes. Score.

Poor Jesse. That was some very audible throat-clearing behind him right now from... well, thin air.

"And where do you think you're running off to?"

"Holy shit!"

Jesse, honestly, was not in the habit of swearing in front of teachers, but -- well, he didn't know he was in front of teachers, at the moment.

He looked around, eyes wide, searching for the source of the voice. "Who's there?"

"Okay, so that's a minus one for taking the obvious exit, and another one on flunking the follow-through," Atton sighed.

He was trying to figure out whether he should turn off the stealth field so the kid would stop freaking out, or the freaking out was funny enough that he'd keep it up just a little bit longer.

"Empty classroom, dude!" Jesse protested, still looking around (and now in the complete wrong direction.) "I didn't flunk anything -- no teacher, no class."

He was so not failing his first new day of school. Not when it had started so promisingly.

Hey, he was looking in the other direction. No better time to turn off that stealth field.

Atton leaned against the wall. "I'm right here, actually."

And that got another little jump out of him before Jesse smirked a little and cocked a finger at Atton. "That," he said, "was pretty cool. What, you got some kind of invisibility cloak there or something?"

Shut up, he'd heard about some Barry Plodder stuff. Didn't make him nerdy. Shut your face.

"Get back in the classroom, we're doing introductions," Atton told him.

Look, Anders had stuck the landing. This guy didn't even seem to know which landing pad to pick.

"But," Jesse argued, sadly. "But...I don't get it."

He turned to go back in the classroom, because he wasn't dumb enough to get himself kicked out of class on, again, his very first day -- but he was doing it really confused.

"I told you," Atton called after him, "You didn't think and picked the obvious exit, and you failed to follow through. Go think about what you did."

Yeah, Jesse. Go think about it.

Atton walked into the classroom without an explanation. He leaned back against his desk and eyed the class.

"So," he said, casually, "Why are you still here? What's a good reason to bail?"

Ada was no longer at her desk. Or anywhere near her desk.

Ada was sprawled out on the floor, laying on her stomach in a sunbeam, headphones on and reading a book. And not paying one whit of attention to the person that had come in and started talking. She'd totally bailed on the idea of class. You know, just not physically.

(Look, if the windows were locked, it was clearly A Trap. Ada was a carnie. She knew a sucker's set-up when she saw one.)

So she froze up. Gave up, more or less. Good to know, but a bad habit.

Atton folded up a small piece of paper into a little ball and tossed it at the back of her head. Gently. Ish.

Ada glanced up, and slid her headphones back a bit. "Yeah?"

Now that he's there.

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