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fandomhigh2016-07-08 12:47 am
uncertain_dume) wrote in fandomhigh2016-07-08 12:47 am
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How to Win Friends and Influence People, Friday, Period 1
At the front of the classroom this morning, Kanan was standing with his arms crossed over his chest, turning bemused, vaguely amused glances toward Bob. This? This was somehow his life now.
In his hand, he had a book. The odds that he had actually opened that book to look at anything beyond the table of contents were slim.
"So," he said, looking at the class at large. "Welcome to How To Win Friends and Influence People."
As taught by two guys who clearly were already masters of this.
"If you're from modern Earth, you might have seen this book." Bob waved at the book in Kanan's hands. "It's apparently rather popular." He snorted. "It's rubbish. Good table of contents, though, so we'll be going with that."
Kanan opened that book right to said table of contents, and then started to read aloud.
"Twelve things this book will do for you," he said, and then shook his head. "That's right in the class title. Garbage. Clearly we're here to learn how to make friends and influence people."
This was what happened when Kanan just let the school assign him to a class, apparently.
"Which you might or might not be able to do by the time we're finished this semester."
"So," Bob said, "That's what we're going to do for you. Next question is what do you want from this class? More of the winning friends or the influencing people? What sorts of reasons do you need to use it for? Oh," he added, "and who are you? We should probably start there."
"I'm Kanan Jarrus," Kanan said, because they probably should be the ones to kick all this off. "A pilot, first and foremost. Briefly a smuggler. You'd be surprised just what sort of people you meet when you're flying around the galaxy sneaking contraband from planet to planet."
"And I'm Hrothbert of Bainbridge. Or 'Bob' if you prefer," Bob said. "I'm a former necromancer and long-time teacher of magic. Currently a ghost, so don't try handing me anything."
"If you need to do that, I serve multiple purposes as both a teacher and a guy with solid hands," Kanan offered. "That said, we are in the market for a TA, if we have anybody interested in volunteering for the job. Perks mostly include getting to carry things for this guy," he pointed a thumb at Bob, "when I don't feel like it."
[Open!]
In his hand, he had a book. The odds that he had actually opened that book to look at anything beyond the table of contents were slim.
"So," he said, looking at the class at large. "Welcome to How To Win Friends and Influence People."
As taught by two guys who clearly were already masters of this.
"If you're from modern Earth, you might have seen this book." Bob waved at the book in Kanan's hands. "It's apparently rather popular." He snorted. "It's rubbish. Good table of contents, though, so we'll be going with that."
Kanan opened that book right to said table of contents, and then started to read aloud.
"Twelve things this book will do for you," he said, and then shook his head. "That's right in the class title. Garbage. Clearly we're here to learn how to make friends and influence people."
This was what happened when Kanan just let the school assign him to a class, apparently.
"Which you might or might not be able to do by the time we're finished this semester."
"So," Bob said, "That's what we're going to do for you. Next question is what do you want from this class? More of the winning friends or the influencing people? What sorts of reasons do you need to use it for? Oh," he added, "and who are you? We should probably start there."
"I'm Kanan Jarrus," Kanan said, because they probably should be the ones to kick all this off. "A pilot, first and foremost. Briefly a smuggler. You'd be surprised just what sort of people you meet when you're flying around the galaxy sneaking contraband from planet to planet."
"And I'm Hrothbert of Bainbridge. Or 'Bob' if you prefer," Bob said. "I'm a former necromancer and long-time teacher of magic. Currently a ghost, so don't try handing me anything."
"If you need to do that, I serve multiple purposes as both a teacher and a guy with solid hands," Kanan offered. "That said, we are in the market for a TA, if we have anybody interested in volunteering for the job. Perks mostly include getting to carry things for this guy," he pointed a thumb at Bob, "when I don't feel like it."
[Open!]
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