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Shop Class: [3/15]

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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"Just normal trees please. This is Shakespeare, not the lorax."

It's only a model.

Gosh there's some weird looking supplies over here in the corner. I wonder how you could ~~MacGyver~~ make a fog machine out of them.

Or Glitter flinger. Whatever works.

If these threads have offended...

Have I but slumbered here,
Whilst these shadows did appear?

No. I haven't. I'm tired, but you're making me try to think of how to ~~MacGyver~~ make a fog machine and/or glitter flingers.

*ferret revolts and pings you in revenge!*

Nadia raised her hand. "What's a lorax?"

~~the show needs a thneed! For a thneed is a thing that every show needs!~~

Mac gives Nadia a surprised look. "You've never heard of the Lorax? He speaks for the trees. If you're really interested in knowing more about him...

I suggest that you go to far end of town
where the Grickle-grass grows
and the wind smells slow-and-sour when it blows
and no birds ever sing excepting old crows...
that's the Street of the Lifted Lorax.

And deep in the Grickle-grass, some people say,
if you look deep enough you can still see, today,
where the Lorax once stood
just as long as it could
before somebody lifted the Lorax away.

What was the Lorax?
Any why was it there?
And why was it lifted and taken somewhere
from the far end of town where the Grickle-grass grows?
The old Once-ler still lives here.
Ask him. He knows."

"Huh," Xander says. "And I was gonna say it's the gross juicy middle bits of a bug. and bug-people." He almost manages a straight face when he says it, too.

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?"

Which is why Xander is totally not making little glitter flags and attaching them to the fake wooden battlements. At all.

One of the flags does not say "John/Rita" because that would be wrong.

*gives the ferrets cookies*

*Duct tapes the ping to the ground where it can do no harm*

Mac looks at the "John/Rita" flag with a cocked eyebrow. "Harris? I've never met this Skeeter woman face to face, but unless you want to turn into... well almost anything you might want to rethink that flag."

Mmmm, cookies!

*looks sadly at the duct taped ping. It is sad because duct tape has no class at all.*

Xander shrugs. "I have. She gave me detention. I survived." He grins. "Besides, if challenged I can always tell her the slash stands for 'versus' and that I'm totally rootinating for her side."

The fog machine was taunting her, but she had no clue what to do with it yet, so she decided to take a stab at the fairy dust dispensers, first.

The love potion in the play was apparently made from a flower--that was something she could work with. She grabbed her sewing kit out of her backpack and sifted through the supplies until she found several bits of fabric and some wires. Then she grabbed her gaffers tape and set to work.

The first thing she did was to make small tubes out of the fabric, then attach them at one end to the wires. She used her pliers on her leatherman to bend a few paperclips into little leaf shapes and attached those to the wires. Now she had little fabric tubes on wire plant stems.

She filled one of the tubes with glitter, then twisted the open end up and tucked it into itself, until she had something resembling a silver, black, and white fabric rose.

But would it work? That was the question. What to test it on, what to test it on . . . ?

*duct tapes Nadia's mun to the ground because it should get more sleep at night*

*does not give her cookies*

"Rootinating?"

*escapes duct tape because, dude, has to work*

*asks ferret for cookies and is given them. But, ew, cookies are gnawed on by ferrets, so gives them back.*

*sics now friendly happy ferrets on Mac's mun, because he duct taped her to the floor.*

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.

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?"

Nadia frowned. She was used to not always understanding most of what Xander said and just pretending to, anyway, but Mac was throwing her off. "Bug people?"

"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.'"

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,"

Xander blinks. "Er. Don't ask?"

He mutters, 'rooting. rooting. rootinat--- rooting, dammit' under his breath.

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