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fandomhigh2018-07-06 07:01 am
furnaceface) wrote in fandomhigh2018-07-06 07:01 am
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Brooding for Dummies, Friday, Period 2
When students came into the classroom today, they'd find their teacher, a somewhat gaunt man dressed in too much black leather for the weather with flame gouting from his face and chest, leaning back against the desk, arms crossed in front of him, glowering somewhat toward the doorway. Possibly at them. Maybe not.
//At least I didn't have to get up early for this,// he said, once it looked like the last of his students had settled in. //I'm Jonothon Starsmore, and welcome to...// There was a pause, there, where he would have liked to put a sigh, if only he was able, //... Brooding for Dummies.//
The one upside to only being able to speak telepathically was that it was very easy to put as much disgust and annoyance into those three words as Jono pleased.
//Where apparently I'm supposed to teach you all how to look tragic or something.// He threw up his hands in a gesture of frustrated surrender. //Unfortunately, since th'school board won't let me light all your faces on fire to get that bit out of the way, and apparently since they believe sign-ups mean there's a clear interest in brooding as a practical skill, I've been informed I have to actually teach this. They've provided a syllabus I need to follow and everything. So, today, introductions. Name, how you prefer to brood, and why the hell you took this bloody class.//
Why were you doing this to him, kids? Why?
//And then, I don't know, sit around and demonstrate your brooding techniques for the class. We'll critique your form or something.//
What was his life?
[OOC: Open!]
//At least I didn't have to get up early for this,// he said, once it looked like the last of his students had settled in. //I'm Jonothon Starsmore, and welcome to...// There was a pause, there, where he would have liked to put a sigh, if only he was able, //... Brooding for Dummies.//
The one upside to only being able to speak telepathically was that it was very easy to put as much disgust and annoyance into those three words as Jono pleased.
//Where apparently I'm supposed to teach you all how to look tragic or something.// He threw up his hands in a gesture of frustrated surrender. //Unfortunately, since th'school board won't let me light all your faces on fire to get that bit out of the way, and apparently since they believe sign-ups mean there's a clear interest in brooding as a practical skill, I've been informed I have to actually teach this. They've provided a syllabus I need to follow and everything. So, today, introductions. Name, how you prefer to brood, and why the hell you took this bloody class.//
Why were you doing this to him, kids? Why?
//And then, I don't know, sit around and demonstrate your brooding techniques for the class. We'll critique your form or something.//
What was his life?
[OOC: Open!]