Working With Jerks, Wednesday, May 11, 2016 [3rd period]

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Tony and a large cup of coffee were perched on the edge of the desk at the front of the class. Because you could in no way teach without that. "Hello, and welcome to class. This is Working with Jerks--" excuse him while he side eyed his teaching partner a little for that title. "And I'm Tony Stark."

A beat.

"If you know who I am, it's admittedly a little funny." The things that happen when you garner a reputation.

"I meant in general," Steve said, cheeks going a little pink. "Everyone is going to work with someone who's a little difficult at some point in their lives. Class projects, shift work, military training...it happens." He smiled. "I'm Steve Rogers, by the way."

"Uh huh," Tony said, taking a pointed sip of his coffee. "College is the worst for that. You'll end up doing all the work in a group of slackers and contemplate murder a few times before you graduate."

Screw. Group. Projects. Seriously.

"But it's not all terrible! Working as a group also allows you to achieve things you can't manage on your own." Because you guys lucked out on getting the more earnest version of Tony Stark, kids.

Steve nodded, equally earnest. "Working as a team, when everyone's individual strengths become more important than their flaws is something everyone should experience at least once, but it does mean that you need to learn to...well...suck it up and deal with annoyances."

Tony put the coffee to the side and clapped his hands together. "Today we'll be getting to know who you are and seeing how well you handle yourself when your day is thrown off."

"It'll be fun." Steve was so optimistic.

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"While they arrest you for animal cruelty for letting your dog eat that much chocolate?" Velma asked, studying her work. Yeah, with the little details she'd added, the machines all had recognizable faces on them. Some machines had little lights that looked like eyes, others had knobs and spouts for noses, or nozzles for mouths. Abstract or not, they had faces. And faces meant that they were hers.

"You know that not coming in today means less money for bail, right?" she asked, feeding a bit of her animus power into the machines and bringing them to sputtering life.

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"I'm not gonna need bail," Steve assured her. "I'm moving to Canada."

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"I'm begging you to use me as a reference when you apply to every Tim Horton's in a five mile radius," Velma said. Yeah, it would be kilometer because Canada, but whatever. "Please. Have them call the store. I'd looove to talk about your work ethic."

Velma looked at the door full of people who would soon be demanding their coffee. Velma looked at the other door, the one leading to the back room. She was already pushing it, using her powers to make the machines come to life, taking a break now was proooobably not in the spirit of the class.

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"They don't speak English in Canada," Steve informed her loftily as the door opened and angry, uncaffeinated hordes spilled in.

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"Really?" Velama said flatly. "I'd forgotten that Canadians speak Canadian, rather than English. So, tell me, how long have you spoken Canadian, exactly?"

The first people reached the counter and started to jabber at her. Velma just pointed at the machine. "Tell the machine your order," she said. "Can't you see I'm on the phone?"

Rude!

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"I paid a guy 200 bucks to teach me the last six months," Steve said.

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"Hope you saved some of that for moving costs," Velma replied. "Since you're not getting paid for today."

It took a few minutes of exaggerated pointing and then Velma deliberately turning her back on the customers at the counter for them to get the drift, but eventually they started to demand their orders to the various coffee machines. Given faces from Velma's markers (and then sentience from Velma's animus powers), the machines quickly got to work brewing, foaming, and other ridiculous verbs to get the customer's orders out.

Velma bestirred herself to fetch the various baked goods from behind the glass when they were part of an order. Now no one could say she wasn't working!