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Diplomacy, Monday, August 29, 2022

It had taken Anakin a little bit of time to move the two-story tall steamer chest labeled "SITH" from in front of his door this morning, but it had made a satisfying splash when he'd thrown it into the ocean using the Force.

He swept into his class, robe flapping dramatically around his ankles, and turned to face his students. "Welcome to Diplomacy," he said, ignoring bags as they fell to the ground and him and them. "I was going to start with making sure everyone's on the same page regarding definitions but we have a rather more practical exercise to deal with."

He tucked the small, smoking, bag labeled "Mustafar" behind his robe. "Clearly today is full of information that most people are not, in general, comfortable sharing with strangers. So give me your name, your age, and two ways you have made this incredibly awkward day less so in a diplomatic way."

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And Libby looked over at Gray, a little surprised, but also a little grateful, as hopefully the small smile on her face trying to push past all the gloom and sadness would show. She wasn't really sure how she'd feel about hugs right now, but she did appreciate that he seemed to notice that she might need one, especially as a new, prescient case of 'Loneliness/Doesn't Belong' on it showed up at her feet.

Gray gave her a little smile back. He didn't know what the deal with most of her baggage was, but he could have spoken with some authority on the 'Sinner' one if given a chance.

He was trying to figure out what to say when a sleeping bag stamped with 'SUCKS THE LIFE OUT OF PEOPLE' fell out of nowhere and landed next to him with a thump. Everyone would assume that was figurative, right?

"Fun day we're having, right?"

That was at least how Libby was taking it, trying to not pay attention to anyone else's luggage, but she'd caught that one, and could only shake her head a little, because that couldn't possibly be true, Gray was great, and just look at him now, trying to make her feel better. Hardly what she'd constitute as sucking the life out of anyone.

He'd even managed to wedge a little bit of a smile out of her as she said, with a sardonic roll of her eyes, "Oh, yeah. The most fun."

Well. He hadn't done it in a couple of thousand years, but...he definitely still worried that being able to do it made him automatically a bad person. Fun stuff.

"Just think," he said, "we could be new." The horror.

Oh, sort of like how being a certain way that didn't immediately fit a very specific mold automatically doomed you unless you tried really hard to squeeze yourself in, anyway?

Mmmm. Nope. Couldn't relate to that.

Just ignore all the bags that seemed to suggest otherwise.

But Libby's eyes widened a little at that perspective, breathing out with a bit of an exaggerate relief, because he made a good point there. But that also made her realize that this was the sort of thing she hadn't really gotten around to warning Charlie about on Saturday, and so her eyes immediately lifted to find her in the classroom, and looked relieved all over again, much more genuinely and not just played up for humor, that she seemed to be taking it amazingly in stride.

Much better than Libby herself was, anyway.

"I think I'd still be in my room, crying up a storm so strong you'd think it was a Second Flood coming if I'd have been shoved into this on only my, what, third day here?"

She shook her head, marveling a little at the short straw the newest students had been drawn on that one, scanning the room for other newer faces to see if there was anyone else to be worried about.

So now was a nice time for that Puts Others Ahead of Herself tote to show up.

Well, Gray was, technically speaking, an abomination that was never meant to exist, but that seemed to play a minor role in his issues. Instead the curse and the problems that resulted from the curse took center stage. Go figure!

"Allie's new, but she seems to be taking it pretty well?" For someone with baggage about executing a guy. "I should check in on Beta." If he could. This backpack was soooooo heavy, it was wearing him out.

He frowned at Libby's new tote, debating whether or not it would be rude to say something about it. Yes? The answer was yes, right?

A lot of things, it seemed, that were, technically speaking, abominations really made Libby wonder if anyone really actually knew what a word like that should mean...

Libby's eyes drifted to who she assumed way Allie by process of elimination and nodded a little. "It probably wouldn't hurt," she said, agreeing about Beta, when she looked back at Gray again. "This one feels almost...mean," a little medical bag popped up on her desk with Too Sensitive and Bleeding Heart on it, and she shook her head a little, "doesn't it?"

Gray jumped to one side as a giant foot locker labeled 'LIABILITY' dropped out of nowhere and landed more or less where he'd been standing. "Let's talk about something else!" he declared. Deflection sounded like a great idea, and not just because it was how he usually dealt with this stuff. "I told you my brother's in town, right? So maybe some day when...not this is happening, we can go flying! Ray won't let you land in the ocean if I get sleepy."

Edited 2022-08-29 19:42 (UTC)

Yeah, a foot locker just crashing down on them was enough to make Libby want to steer far away from the discussion, too, her eyes gone wide at it before sending a fleeting glance toward Mr. Skywalker as if to really reiterate her point about hard hats for next time.

"I'd almost forgotten about that," she said with a light smile. It had been a very eventful summer! "Does your brother have wings, too, then?"

"Well, yeah," Gray said. "We're the same species...which is something that we should talk about," he realized, "but, uh, some other day. And probably not in Mr. Skywalker's class. But yes, Ray has wings."

Libby's head tilted, brow slightly furrowed, worried more than anything else, but she nodded. "Some other day," she agreed, and then smiled, softly. "And that does sound like it will be much safer with Ray there, too. I definitely prefer just working at the clinic, instead of potentially having to be a patient there."

"I could heal you!" Gray protested. "If it wasn't...very bad...uh, yeah, definitely better to just not drop you in the first place."

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