Class 2: Myth

[jareth-the-king.livejournal.com]

Jareth strolls in from the back of the class where there is no door, and no one saw him arrive. Today, he is dressed in white pants that are probably more accurately called tights, a poet shirt, and enough white glitter to sink a small boat. He is holding a riding crop.

"Ah, good, I see most everyone is here. I didn't have to sent any one for a dip in the Bog yet. Most of you seem to have a solid grasp on manipulation and for those that don't well...this class will give you plenty of opportunity to learn to recognize it."

Today's Lecture


"Today we are going to discuss Myth and how it applies to you. Some of you, like me, may actually be myths. Or perhaps part of one. Or maybe you inadvertantly started one. Or maybe there's a prophecy about you having to do with a myth. A mythological figure might even be your parent. I am sure, like manipulation, a myth has touched your lives at some point.

"Mythology is an important element in manipulation. And that brings us to today's assignment:

"You will create a myth and get at least one other person to believe in it. This obviously excludes other members of this class, since if they have been paying attention--" he cracks his whip on the desk to wake up a few sleeping students "--they will know you are trying to manipulate them.

"I don't care what it is, I don't care how you do it." He raises an eyebrow and smiles toothily. "Although if you use your myth to manipulate someone, I will be ecstatic to give extra credit. Since this is a somewhat extraordinary homework assignment, there is nothing to turn in. Just know that I will be watching you."



"Right. Does any one have any intelligent questions?"

[OOC: Yes, I really want to see your characters out there convincing your roommates/teachers/significant others. C'mon, Jareth's favorite pastime is people-watching.]

Comments

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

*a crumpled up note lands on Angelus's desk*

Rumour has it you know the Psych teach. Does she always come onto her students like this (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomhigh/60072.html?thread=2309800#t2309800)?

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

*a crumped note lands back*

Yup. Sounds like Dru to me.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

*another note*

Brilliant...

Anything else I should know about her?

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angelus glanced over at the person passing him the notes. He recognized the girl Bel had been talking to in study hall.

He considered it, wrote his reply, and sent it back.

She loves it when you bite behind her ear. Also, if you take pictures, I want a 10% cut of the profits.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

*Remembering why she hadn't bothered trying out for the Sewing Circle of Evil Callisto wrapped the note around a coin and bounced it off his head*

Use the nickel, and buy yourself a clue. The closest you'll ever get to that is in your dreams, mini-Machiavelli

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angelus rubbed his head from where the nickel pinged him. He opened the note, read it, and smirked.

Instead of writing his reply, he looked over his shoulder at her and blew her a kiss.

[ooc: He just can't stay out of trouble for one second. Such a bad boy.]

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

*makes a gesture considered obscene by forty-seven different cultures*

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

*In response to the gesture, puts his hand over his heart. Makes a "Stop, you're flattering me." expression.*

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

*considers getting detention purely so she has an opportunity to cause Angelus to have some sort of accident while maintaining plausible deniabilty. "But Principal Connor, you only gave us six rounds each, and it's not like he wasn't already suffering from a slight case of death..."*

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

[ooc: hee!]