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fandomhigh2021-12-18 03:42 am
hashtag_chocobro) wrote in fandomhigh2021-12-18 03:42 am
How To Be A Chocobro; Friday (?), First Period [12/18].
Okay, so, something was definitely not right, but Prompto was really starting to worry that it was definitely a Prompto thing and not a Fandom thing. Because that morning had started with Gladio waking him up not for their usual oh so handwaved Saturday morning jog around the island, but, instead, telling him to get his butt up because they were going to be late for class. And he tried arguing that they'd already had class yesterday, because it was Saturday, but Gladio insisted and then wondered what was wrong with Prompto, was he still hungover from Wednesday? So Prompto then thought that clearly Gladio was just trying to mess with him...until Ignis joined in and was also getting ready for class, and he supposed they could have both been trying to prank him, but then everything else about that morning fell into the same beats, and the next thing he knew it, he was following them in a little bit of a confused daze up to the school.
For their class.
That he could have sworn they'd already done yesterday.
In marshmallow snow just like yesterday, too.
Was there such a thing as extreme deja vu? Because if there was, that's what Prompto was pretty sure was going on right now as they entered the bright sunny day on the chocobo farm.
"Alright, everyone!" said Gladio, raising his voice over them in case some of them were already getting distracted by the chocobos waiting in their pens, just like he had the day before. "It's our last class, and it's definitely been...an interesting one, but we hope you at least had fun and maybe even learned something."
"Even if," Prompto found himself muttered, with a deep, deep frown, as the words seemed to leave him hollow and strange, "what you learned was just that chocobos are...great..."
"And as such," Ignis continued, seemingly unaware of how strange any of this was, "as your final assignment, we'd like you to go ahead and compose an essay along those lines. Namely, what you have come to feel makes a person a..." He hesitated with a faint sigh, still not quite convinced that this should ever be a word uttered out of anyone's mouth ever, "chocobro."
"That's right, guys," Gladio's tone was almost apologetic. "We're having you do a final assignment, an essay on What It Means to Be a Chocobro, but, after that, youv'e got the rest of the class period to just enjoy yourself, hang out with the chocobos, we've got some obstacle and racing courses just down the way there. So when you're done with the essay, the farm is all yours. Any questions before we begin?"
For their class.
That he could have sworn they'd already done yesterday.
In marshmallow snow just like yesterday, too.
Was there such a thing as extreme deja vu? Because if there was, that's what Prompto was pretty sure was going on right now as they entered the bright sunny day on the chocobo farm.
"Alright, everyone!" said Gladio, raising his voice over them in case some of them were already getting distracted by the chocobos waiting in their pens, just like he had the day before. "It's our last class, and it's definitely been...an interesting one, but we hope you at least had fun and maybe even learned something."
"Even if," Prompto found himself muttered, with a deep, deep frown, as the words seemed to leave him hollow and strange, "what you learned was just that chocobos are...great..."
"And as such," Ignis continued, seemingly unaware of how strange any of this was, "as your final assignment, we'd like you to go ahead and compose an essay along those lines. Namely, what you have come to feel makes a person a..." He hesitated with a faint sigh, still not quite convinced that this should ever be a word uttered out of anyone's mouth ever, "chocobro."
"That's right, guys," Gladio's tone was almost apologetic. "We're having you do a final assignment, an essay on What It Means to Be a Chocobro, but, after that, youv'e got the rest of the class period to just enjoy yourself, hang out with the chocobos, we've got some obstacle and racing courses just down the way there. So when you're done with the essay, the farm is all yours. Any questions before we begin?"
Sign In - Chocobro, 12/18.
...maybe?
Listen to the Lecture - Chocobro, 12/18.
Write your Essays - Chocobro, 12/18.
Seriously, though, your teachers are just as clueless about that as anyone.
Chocobo Time! - Chocobro, 12/18.
Talk to the Teachers - Chocobro, 12/18.
Re: Talk to the Teachers - Chocobro, 12/18.
Re: Talk to the Teachers - Chocobro, 12/18.
Thank goodness for the successes in his community center class to balance out what felt like an utter blow-off class here.
Re: Talk to the Teachers - Chocobro, 12/18.
Prompto shook his head, feeling bewildered and confused throughout the whole class. Not even the chocobos were that much comfort, because it was weird how even they seemed to move in ways that were eeriely similar to the way they'd acted during the Yesterday That Apparently Wasn't.
It was really starting to mess with his head big time.
OOC - Chocobro, 12/18.
Re: Sign In - Chocobro, 12/18.