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fandomhigh2015-11-09 08:06 am
furnaceface) wrote in fandomhigh2015-11-09 08:06 am
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Creative Inspirations, Monday, Period One
Today's class was asked, as usual, to meet on the Causeway in wait for the portal that would take them on their weekly trip. And if Jono looked at least mildly disgruntled every time he looked at Hannibal, who yet again was coming to class looking as though something had thumped him a good one, well, there was a bandage around Hannibal's hand that in Jonothon's professional opinion really had no business being there.
In Hannibal's considerably more professional opinion, it was a minor injury well worth the trouble. Honestly.
//This week's trip, hopefully, is going to be fairly straightforward,// Jono began, arms crossed in front of his chest. //We're having a lesson on photoluminescence today... that is, things that glow in the dark, typically after being charged with another sort of light, or as a natural reaction to certain compounds mixing together. In nature, the sort you tend to hear about most often occurs in caves, where the glow might come from certain minerals, or fungus, or glow worms, for example.//
"Sometimes this glow serves a function, such as enticing prey or mates, and sometimes it's simply chemical." Nobody was suggesting fluorite needed prey or mates. "It can, however, be very beautiful." Calming, classy.
//So, let's step on through the portal and we'll get you all geared up for today's activity.// Jono waved the students through, lingering back just a moment before raising an eyebrow and nodding Hannibal through as well.
Hannibal shook his head and followed the students through to the cool, calming…
Bingo parlor?
Hannibal blinked.
Jono, a half step behind, tried not to look too obviously smug. Yes, he was still feeling contrary after Hannibal's stunt yesterday. And this was what was going to happen when he was left to his own devices. Apparently the gear for today's activity was going to be bingo sheets, glowsticks, and photoluminescent ink, all lit up neatly under black lights.
//So, go ahead, take what you need. Looks like we're playing glow-bingo today.//
It was either that or glow-bowling, and there was no way Jonothon was going to give Hannibal a pass on participating just because Logan had taken a snikt out of his hand, thank you.
Hannibal gave Jono an incredulous look. "This was supposed to be a cave!"
Jono just spread his hands a little bit.
//Oops.// He'd totally done this on purpose. Never let it be said that Jonothon Starsmore couldn't be a petty brat when he had half a mind to be. //Not all that far off when you really think about it, though.//
Hannibal gave him a dirty look. "I had a different sort of old bats in mind for today."
//Sssh,// Jono replied, shoving a hot pink ink dauber and a book of bingo cards Hannibal's way with a sadistic look of glee on his face. //They're about to start calling the numbers. Best find a seat.//
Jono didn't even like bingo.
Enjoy class, kids.
[OOC: Open class is open!]
In Hannibal's considerably more professional opinion, it was a minor injury well worth the trouble. Honestly.
//This week's trip, hopefully, is going to be fairly straightforward,// Jono began, arms crossed in front of his chest. //We're having a lesson on photoluminescence today... that is, things that glow in the dark, typically after being charged with another sort of light, or as a natural reaction to certain compounds mixing together. In nature, the sort you tend to hear about most often occurs in caves, where the glow might come from certain minerals, or fungus, or glow worms, for example.//
"Sometimes this glow serves a function, such as enticing prey or mates, and sometimes it's simply chemical." Nobody was suggesting fluorite needed prey or mates. "It can, however, be very beautiful." Calming, classy.
//So, let's step on through the portal and we'll get you all geared up for today's activity.// Jono waved the students through, lingering back just a moment before raising an eyebrow and nodding Hannibal through as well.
Hannibal shook his head and followed the students through to the cool, calming…
Bingo parlor?
Hannibal blinked.
Jono, a half step behind, tried not to look too obviously smug. Yes, he was still feeling contrary after Hannibal's stunt yesterday. And this was what was going to happen when he was left to his own devices. Apparently the gear for today's activity was going to be bingo sheets, glowsticks, and photoluminescent ink, all lit up neatly under black lights.
//So, go ahead, take what you need. Looks like we're playing glow-bingo today.//
It was either that or glow-bowling, and there was no way Jonothon was going to give Hannibal a pass on participating just because Logan had taken a snikt out of his hand, thank you.
Hannibal gave Jono an incredulous look. "This was supposed to be a cave!"
Jono just spread his hands a little bit.
//Oops.// He'd totally done this on purpose. Never let it be said that Jonothon Starsmore couldn't be a petty brat when he had half a mind to be. //Not all that far off when you really think about it, though.//
Hannibal gave him a dirty look. "I had a different sort of old bats in mind for today."
//Sssh,// Jono replied, shoving a hot pink ink dauber and a book of bingo cards Hannibal's way with a sadistic look of glee on his face. //They're about to start calling the numbers. Best find a seat.//
Jono didn't even like bingo.
Enjoy class, kids.
[OOC: Open class is open!]
Re: Er... Bingo?
Which was why he was plying his persuasion on the old ladies to get some of them to go over and hang on Dante instead.
Re: Er... Bingo?
Dante upped his glaring to 200% and leaned even further back in his chair, ignoring the old bats as well as he could.
Re: Er... Bingo?
Dante's opinion was very low on his list of things he cared about right now.
"You missed a number!" One of the old ladies told Dante helpfully, pointing out the number on his card that had just been called.
Re: Er... Bingo?
So when he reached out with the stupid light-up thingy, it was to very deliberately punch the wrong number.
And then a couple more.
Re: Er... Bingo?
The old lady on Dante's left just shook her head at him. "Never played before? Here, let me help." And she proceeded to give him step-by-step instructions. On playing bingo. Getting as close and handsy as he'd let her in the process.
Re: Er... Bingo?
Yep. Out of patience.