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fandomhigh2022-08-29 04:36 am
somethingwithturquoise) wrote in fandomhigh2022-08-29 04:36 am
Intro to Fandom; Monday, First Period [08/29].
Oh, boy! How convenient that the island decided to kick the semester off for their Intro to Fandom class with a…very prescient example of just what this island had to offer.
One that, no doubt, left very little room in the classroom for all the emotional baggage the two people at the front of it were likely to have brought with them.
It definitely didn't help that there were absolutely some repeats, and the only way they'd be able to tell which were Summer's and which were Stark's was because Summer's luggage was, undeniably, much cuter and more fashionable. And none of Stark’s, unsurprisingly, was pink.
There was a good chance that some of it (well, hello there, monolithic suitcase marked 'Repressed Feelings' that seemed to keep appearing between them no matter how many times they tried to move it or, in one instance, defenestrate it) was actually shared emotional baggage, too. Imagine that.
Either way, she sat perched on a very large steamer trunk proclaiming 'family dynamics' that she figured she might as well just own up to, and met the classroom with a poorly restrain smile of forced excitement. "Soooooo!" she declared. "Welcome to Intro to Fandom! Your very first class on your very first day at this new school, because I definitely noticed that all the names on the rosters are new ones. Which definitely means introductions are in order, but, also, the island decided to give us a nice example," she gestured at the veritable explosion of an airplane's holding bay surrounding her, "of the sort of crap we'll be talking about in this class."
Stark, looking resigned to his fate, was leaning against a trunk of his own with a very large number printed on it. “At least this doesn’t usually injure anyone. Physically.” The emotional damage from the emotional baggage might just lead to even more baggage the next time this came around but at least it wasn’t likely to cause anyone to require a trip to the clinic. Unless someone was crushed by the literal weight of their emotional baggage. Or tripped over it. Or violently stubbed a toe.
“It’s unpleasant,” he continued, shoving aside the bag marked 'Slave' with one foot while carefully avoiding looking at that 'Repressed Feelings' case. “Very unpleasant. But not usually too harmful. Unlike many other things here. Hopefully we can help prepare you for some of that.”
"That's what this class," said Summer, nodding staunchly in the continued effort to just ignore everything surrounding them right now, "is for. This island is a place where something like…literal emotional baggage," a gesture to said cases and bags and trunks, "will randomly show up some days and follow you around. Or maybe you have a Big Sibling that's awesome enough to have warned you about the gremlins or the weekends when you'll turn into a kid or the weekends when you'll have a kid from an alleged future show up. There will be times when you're really not yourself and there will be weird things that attack and sometimes you'll have apple cider coming out of the faucets instead of water. Don't worry. We'll get into them, we've got a whole semester to start breaking some of that down. Add that to the fact that this is an interdimensional hub, and you've also got people from all sorts of places, different backgrounds and experiences, all gathered together on this weird little rock in the ocean.
"Which is why," she concluded after that ramble that seemed to just manifest a cute little plastic caboodle with 'Overcompensation' stamped onto it, "introductions in this class will be particularly important. Plus, it's the first class of the entire semester, so there's no way you guys are even remotely as sick of them as you'll be by the end of this week!"
"You don't have to talk about your baggage," Stark said, pushing aside the case marked 'You're Not Enough.' "We're not going to make you." If they did, they might have to talk about their own baggage. There wasn't nearly enough time in one class period for that.
And, really, the baggage sort of spoke for itself.
"There is enough time, however," said Summer, "for good old standard introductions, which usually do a pretty good job of highlighting one of the biggest things that make Fandom High so special and great: it's a multidimensional nexus, so we're all coming from different places, different times, different experiences. So let's just start there. I'm thinking name, where you're from, what you're hoping to get from all this, if anything, and anything else you think might be interesting to share. For example, my name is Summer, I'm from Earth and this time period, but definitely not this version, like, my Earth has been taken over by an evil Galactic Federation, like, twice, and also was threatened by big giant heads that wanted us to compete in a singing competition, and what I hope to get from all of this is to help make you guys a little more comfortable with some of the things you're going to encounter here, including not being phased or surprised when things like this," a gesture toward the piles of baggage, "happen."
"I'm still surprised when this happens," Stark muttered, still very much not looking at that shared baggage. "I'm Stark, not from any Earth at all because I'm not human. I'm a Banik. I'm from space, but not this version or Summer's version and mostly I was somewhere called the Uncharted Territories with different empires fighting different wars than Summer dealt with."
Summer smirked a little bit over at the students. "You guys follow all that?" she asked. "Well, either way, it's your turn. Who wants to go first?"
One that, no doubt, left very little room in the classroom for all the emotional baggage the two people at the front of it were likely to have brought with them.
It definitely didn't help that there were absolutely some repeats, and the only way they'd be able to tell which were Summer's and which were Stark's was because Summer's luggage was, undeniably, much cuter and more fashionable. And none of Stark’s, unsurprisingly, was pink.
There was a good chance that some of it (well, hello there, monolithic suitcase marked 'Repressed Feelings' that seemed to keep appearing between them no matter how many times they tried to move it or, in one instance, defenestrate it) was actually shared emotional baggage, too. Imagine that.
Either way, she sat perched on a very large steamer trunk proclaiming 'family dynamics' that she figured she might as well just own up to, and met the classroom with a poorly restrain smile of forced excitement. "Soooooo!" she declared. "Welcome to Intro to Fandom! Your very first class on your very first day at this new school, because I definitely noticed that all the names on the rosters are new ones. Which definitely means introductions are in order, but, also, the island decided to give us a nice example," she gestured at the veritable explosion of an airplane's holding bay surrounding her, "of the sort of crap we'll be talking about in this class."
Stark, looking resigned to his fate, was leaning against a trunk of his own with a very large number printed on it. “At least this doesn’t usually injure anyone. Physically.” The emotional damage from the emotional baggage might just lead to even more baggage the next time this came around but at least it wasn’t likely to cause anyone to require a trip to the clinic. Unless someone was crushed by the literal weight of their emotional baggage. Or tripped over it. Or violently stubbed a toe.
“It’s unpleasant,” he continued, shoving aside the bag marked 'Slave' with one foot while carefully avoiding looking at that 'Repressed Feelings' case. “Very unpleasant. But not usually too harmful. Unlike many other things here. Hopefully we can help prepare you for some of that.”
"That's what this class," said Summer, nodding staunchly in the continued effort to just ignore everything surrounding them right now, "is for. This island is a place where something like…literal emotional baggage," a gesture to said cases and bags and trunks, "will randomly show up some days and follow you around. Or maybe you have a Big Sibling that's awesome enough to have warned you about the gremlins or the weekends when you'll turn into a kid or the weekends when you'll have a kid from an alleged future show up. There will be times when you're really not yourself and there will be weird things that attack and sometimes you'll have apple cider coming out of the faucets instead of water. Don't worry. We'll get into them, we've got a whole semester to start breaking some of that down. Add that to the fact that this is an interdimensional hub, and you've also got people from all sorts of places, different backgrounds and experiences, all gathered together on this weird little rock in the ocean.
"Which is why," she concluded after that ramble that seemed to just manifest a cute little plastic caboodle with 'Overcompensation' stamped onto it, "introductions in this class will be particularly important. Plus, it's the first class of the entire semester, so there's no way you guys are even remotely as sick of them as you'll be by the end of this week!"
"You don't have to talk about your baggage," Stark said, pushing aside the case marked 'You're Not Enough.' "We're not going to make you." If they did, they might have to talk about their own baggage. There wasn't nearly enough time in one class period for that.
And, really, the baggage sort of spoke for itself.
"There is enough time, however," said Summer, "for good old standard introductions, which usually do a pretty good job of highlighting one of the biggest things that make Fandom High so special and great: it's a multidimensional nexus, so we're all coming from different places, different times, different experiences. So let's just start there. I'm thinking name, where you're from, what you're hoping to get from all this, if anything, and anything else you think might be interesting to share. For example, my name is Summer, I'm from Earth and this time period, but definitely not this version, like, my Earth has been taken over by an evil Galactic Federation, like, twice, and also was threatened by big giant heads that wanted us to compete in a singing competition, and what I hope to get from all of this is to help make you guys a little more comfortable with some of the things you're going to encounter here, including not being phased or surprised when things like this," a gesture toward the piles of baggage, "happen."
"I'm still surprised when this happens," Stark muttered, still very much not looking at that shared baggage. "I'm Stark, not from any Earth at all because I'm not human. I'm a Banik. I'm from space, but not this version or Summer's version and mostly I was somewhere called the Uncharted Territories with different empires fighting different wars than Summer dealt with."
Summer smirked a little bit over at the students. "You guys follow all that?" she asked. "Well, either way, it's your turn. Who wants to go first?"
Re: Class Activity: Intro to Intros! - Intro to Fandom, 08/29.
"Which," she said, "if we're doing our jobs, is exactly what it'll do. Is there any thing in particular you'd like to know more about that we can focus on, moving forward? Or even just anything you'd like a quick run-down of while we're getting things started? This is the intro to the intro class, after all, so it's a really good time for those sort of broad, open-ended questions before we start narrowing in on the real nitty-gritty Fandom-specific details."
Re: Class Activity: Intro to Intros! - Intro to Fandom, 08/29.
Re: Class Activity: Intro to Intros! - Intro to Fandom, 08/29.
Re: Class Activity: Intro to Intros! - Intro to Fandom, 08/29.
Re: Class Activity: Intro to Intros! - Intro to Fandom, 08/29.
"As for when something attacks, there's usually either a haven put in place on either the dorms or the town hall, and Caritas also has a protection spell in place, so, when in doubt, that's not a bad place to go, either. Anything tries to hurt you in there, that person gets booted out into either the back alley or the duck pond in the park. Thankfully, there's no shortage of fighty-types around here, so the offensive force is pretty powerful, and anyone who isn't a fighty-type is plenty safe, unless they decided to be dumb about it and actually go out looking for trouble instead."
Re: Class Activity: Intro to Intros! - Intro to Fandom, 08/29.