Shop Class: [3/15]

[manofthemullet.livejournal.com]

Once again, the room looks like something out of a normal shop classroom.

Weird.

On the walls are blueprints and instructions on building the scenery for MSND's play.

"That's right kids. I'm forcing you to do slave labor for the theatrical production this weekend. We need to build a castle scene, a forest, a fog machine and a fairy dust dispenser."

"Okay technically it's a glitter dispenser but I'm just telling you what they call it."

"Please make sure you put the hats back on the hammers when you're done with them."

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Re: Assignment: Forest

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia stared at Mac, her eyes growing progressively wider as his little speech went on. She took some comfort in the fact that it wasn't haiku . . . but so help her god, if Mac got more poetry stuck in her head, she'd kill him.

"Oh."

She turned to go work on one of the projects, then turned back.

"Um, there is there really a guy living on the island named the Once-ler?"

Re: Assignment: Forest

[manofthemullet.livejournal.com]

You won't see the Once-ler.
Don't knock at his door.
He stays in his Lerkim on top of his store.
He stays in his Lerkim, cold under the roof,
where he makes his own clothes
out of miff-muffered moof.
And on special dank midnights in August,
he peeks
out of the shutters
and sometimes he speaks
and tells how the Lorax was lifted away.
He'll tell you, perhaps...
if you're willing to pay.

Re: Assignment: Forest

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia backed up slowly, keeping her hands in full view so as not to spook the obviously suddenly demented professor. "Um, okay, say, you haven't been eating a lot of brownies lately, have you?"

And because she's an idiot like that, she has to ask. "Pay him in what?"

Re: Assignment: Forest

[manofthemullet.livejournal.com]

"Well...

On the end of a rope
he'll let down a tin pail
and you have to toss in fifteen cents
and a nail
and the shell of a great-great-great-
grandfather snail.

Then he pulls up the pail,
makes a most careful count
to see if you've paid him
the proper amount.

Then he hides what you paid him
away in his Snuvv,
his secret strange hole
in his gruvvulous glove.
Then he will grunt, 'I will call you by Whisper-ma-Phone,
for the secrets I tell you are for your ears alone.'"

Re: Assignment: Forest

[nadiathesaint]

It's like watching a trainwreck. A horrible, bloody, terrifying trainwreck made of rhyming words and the person who used to be her favorite professor.

"Whisper-ma-Phone?" she practically whimpered. "I don't understand any of this." She frowned, and dug in her pocket. "I have fifteen cents, though,"

Re: Assignment: Forest

[manofthemullet.livejournal.com]

"No nail or snail shell? Well, then I can't tell you what happens then. You'll just have to find out for yourself," Mac says looking like he's back to normal.

Re: Assignment: Forest

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia was torn between being relieved that Mac seemed to have recovered from his fit of poetry, and disappointed at not getting to find out the ending.

"If I find a nail, can you tell me without the poetry?"

Re: Assignment: Forest

[manofthemullet.livejournal.com]

Mac gives Nadia a confused look. "Poetry? What poetry? As for the nail, well you'd have to ask the Once-ler. You might find more information about it in the library."

Re: Assignment: Forest

[nadiathesaint]

you are an evil, evil man.

Nadia makes a mental note to go look up "lorax" in the library.

"Are, um, are you feeling okay, Proff--um, Mac?"

Re: Assignment: Forest

[manofthemullet.livejournal.com]

"Other than the broken leg? Just fine, Santos. How are you?"

Re: Assignment: Forest

[nadiathesaint]

"I'm . . . very confused." Nadia gave Mac an odd look, then went to go work on the project.

She might have been heard to mutter "stupid teacher, broken leg my butt, probably possessed or something, stupid Fandom. . . ." and so on, as she went.