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Psych 101 (Monday, 04/03/2006, 3rd Period)

"All right, guys, it's getting on towards the end of the term," said Jenny. "Don't cheer too much, but we're gearing up to our final projects. Relieved? I've got some information on my desk about psychological experiments. I want you to review them, and come up with a short ~~handwavey if you want to do it that way~~ proposal for a safe, ethical experiment of your own. ~~One which you are in no way required to roleplay outside of class time if you don't want to, but people had fun with that last semester.~~" Jenny grinned. "This is the easy part--give me the proposal. And guys, next week, we're going to have a quiz. Fair warning, right?"

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"No, not really," Elizabeth grinned sheepishly. She snickered slightly. "I didn't really want to ask too mny questions about it." Elizabeth groaned, and wiped at her face. "Yeah, something like that. Honestly, normally I'm better about not saying things I shouldn't be saying. I guess it's just comparing what you're used to. I can't say I've ever experienced mysterious deaths and disappearances."

"I know. If you bragged? You'd have let it slip ages ago." Jenny wrinkled her nose at Elizabeth and grinned before she took another drink of her coffee. "I'll bet not. How do you ask questions about that without too much of the awkward coming out to play, right?"

Jenny sighed. "You're not missing out. The worst part of coming from a dimension where magic is real? Well, the creepy-crawlies aren't just fairy tales."

"I'm used to keeping material to myself, but this went above and beyong everything else," Elizabeth admitted. "Exactly. It's always pretty much simpler to keep quite."

Elizabeth shuddered slightly. "It might not be magic, but where I come from has it's fair share of the more creepy aspects of life."

"The whole concept is a little weird," said Jenny, agreeing with Elizabeth. "That is usually the best way to keep a secret, after all."

Jenny frowned. "Okay, see, that? Is so not fair." She shook her head and hunched her shoulders slightly. "You talk about cloning and stuff, and I think, 'Hey, great. Science fiction. Hard to have demons in that kind of dimension!' And you've got your own creepy-crawlies."

"And it hasn't got any less weird in the last nine months," Elizabeth said wryly.

"Some of them are literally creepy-crawlies," Elizabeth added innocently.

"You'd think it would, given that you've had some time now to get used to the new body," said Jenny. "And the new situation. Of course, nine months as compared to thirty-five years? Big difference. Plus, gotta say, high school kinda sucks. Or at least it did if you were me."

Jenny was completely oblivious to any attempts on Elizabeth's part to make mischief, partly because she was thinking of some literal creepy-crawlies that she didn't want to run into. Like, ever. "Oh, tell me about it! Chaos demons. Ick. Slime. Horns. Like Herne the Hunter gone horribly, horribly awry." She shuddered.

Elizabeth shook her head. "Not so much. Of course, in some respects it's great having a sixteen year old body again. No more college knee injury for example. I'm taking high school a bit easier this time around."

Elizabeth pulled a face. "Eww. Ours tend to lack slime, so for that I guess I should be thankful."

"You should take it easy." Jenny nodded. "At least this time you know high school shouldn't be stressed over, right?"

"Very thankful," said Jenny emphatically. "I once heard about this snake guy at a fraternity? Talk about weird. Got any snake demons wandering around. Or, well, not necessarily demons. ~~Oh, no, that wasn't done for amusement's value at all.~~"

"I don't know how to," Elizabeth said simply. "Last time I had three older brothers to beat; this time, it's just myself."

"Um. There may be snake-like things ~~on planes~~," Elizabeth said cautiously.

"See, there's your problem," said Jenny. "Not that it's necessarily a problem. But is such a thing as being too Type A, you know."

"Ick," said Jenny, emphatically. "Snakes? Snakes are cool. But anything that looks kinda like a snake, but isn't?" She mock-shuddered. "Blecch."

"In my defense, I do know that," Elizabeth grinned, shrugging slightly sheepishly. "But it's always worked for me."

"I've never been particularly fond of snakes," Elizabeth admitted. "And I can safely say that I dislike them even more now."

"Hey, I'm a big proponent of the 'whatever works' school of thought," said Jenny. "I'm just saying it's hard to be Type A all the time."

"So this isn't something I'm going to have to worry about on the island, is it?" asked Jenny curiously.

"Well, yes, it can be," Elizabeth admitted. "But it's something that I'm going to keep doing until it becomes a problem."

Elizabeth hesitated. "It shouldn't be," she said cautiously. Camulus hadn't caused any obvious trouble so far, and he was the one Goa'uld she'd personally had the most to do with.

Jenny smiled and shrugged. "I? Am so not into that." She wrinkled her nose. "Well, unless it's something I'm really interested in. So unless it involved magic or computers, my teachers were pretty much out of luck. And given that magic wasn't actually part of the curriculum? Sometimes I'm amazed that I got my Masters at all."

"Shouldn't?" asked Jenny. "I'm not sure if that sounds promising or slightly foreboding."

"My mom used to love to quote my first grade report. Elizabeth must learn not to cry when she comes second," Elizabeth smiled. "I'm thinking of running for president this time around."

Elizabeth thought for a moment, and chose her words carefully. "It's always best to be aware of the potential problem they can cause. Chances are high, if something involving them did occur, it would be sorted with minimum fuss and maxiumum efficiency."

Jenny snickered. "I think my first grade report read, something like 'Jenny should turn her homework in on time, and just being made fun of on the playground is no excuse for telling the boys she'll turn them into toads.' Not that I ever did." She studied Elizabeth for a moment. "Yeah. I could see that. Would you like it?"

"So says my top-secret science fiction student?" asked Jenny, grinning. "I'm guessing you're not really able to say much more, huh?"

Elizabeth giggled. "Toads are more interesting than tears," she said. She shrugged. "It'd be a challenge. And I'm certain I can do better than several of those who have been elected. I've seen behind the scenes, why not be the one out in front for a change?"

"You would be guessing right," Elizabeth replied. "If we want to get technical with it, I've already said far too much."

"Now if only I'd actually been able to do it," said Jenny. "Unfortunately, my grandmother would have been mad. And she was scary when she was mad." She nodded. "Well, if you know the behind-the-scenes, I'd think half your job would be taken care of. No need to figure out what the behind-the-scenes is, for one."

"I figured that one out a while ago," said Jenny, bemused. "Look, if you're worried I'm going to tell anyone, don't be. My family cares about one person on this island--" And it sure as hell isn't me. "And I'm not exactly Little Miss Sociable these days."

"Is it a thing with grandmothers? Mine was scary when she was mad too. Thankfully she didn't get mad often at all," Elizabeth wondered. "Yeah, and it's always nice to see things from a different point of view. I guess we'll have to wait and see what happens. I might end up teaching again."

"No offense, but if I was worried that you'd tell anyone, I wouldn't have said anything," Elizabeth said honestly.

"Maybe it's only a thing with eastern European grandmothers," said Jenny. "Mine got mad all the time. Gotta say, teaching can be a pretty good career. Though it seems like you know that one already."

Jenny shook her head, bemused. "Fine, ruin my gesture," she said.

"Perhaps," Elizabeth thought about it for a moment. "I think we'd have to conduct a wider study to see. I enjoyed it when I was doing it, although I ended up not teaching for that long. Something else came up instead."

"Sorry," she said, shrugging. "But it's the truth."

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