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Steve Rogers ([personal profile] heroic_jawline) wrote in [community profile] fandomhigh2016-05-11 11:18 am

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

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.

Re: Scenario

[identity profile] fckedupx5000.livejournal.com 2016-05-13 06:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"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!