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Brooding for Dummies, Friday, Period 2

Jonothon had wrapped himself up for today's class.

He'd done so more as a courtesy than out of any sense of self-consciousness, at least. He'd been too lost in his own head, his mind burning away from the inside, to really notice who in the room had been in the woods as well. He wasn't going to presume, when it came to traumas. Especially not with his mind still flayed raw, all broken edges and jagged memories with no real walls to speak of.

He didn't want to further traumatize anybody today, no.

When I was about your age... )

[OOC: Stealin' from those X-Comics again. Jono's 'hurt or hope' speech is more or less taken with slight paraphrasing from X-Men Legacy, issue 264. Short OCD today, open!]
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Brooding for Dummies, Friday, Period 2

Today, class was once again in the classroom. Not a terrible surprise, that. Jono was looking a little off this morning, though. He'd woken up with a headache, and was half-slouched against the desk again, occasionally putting a hand to the side of the head as if that would somehow do something to relieve the pressure of... hell, he didn't know what. An oncoming storm, probably.

//Sometimes even brooding takes energy you don't necessarily have,// he said, his voice holding a kind of airy, faraway quality to it this morning. //In situations like those, it's fine to just settle in for a good helping of apathy, instead.// He tilted his head, some vague sense of amusement in his expression. //When I was a student, there was an entire bloody club for it. Motto was 'whatever.' It was great in that low-commitment not actually doing anything but still getting extra credit for it sort of way.//

... He wasn't sure where he was going with this.

//Right. Calling an impromptu Apathy Club meeting today. Just sit around doing nothing, or doodling or playing games on yer phone, or sitting in companionable silence, or... whatever. Whatever.//

[Whatever!]
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Brooding for Dummies, Friday, Period 2

Did Jono look a little bit like he just wanted to keel over and sleep as he stepped into the classroom today? Yes, absolutely. But he was here regardless, because it was just that important that he teach all his students about brooding rather than calling out with 'recovering from having a sick husband' as an excuse.

Look, Hannibal might have been a doctor, but apparently when he was cooped up in bed sick for a few days, he was... taxing.

//Awright,// he muttered, his Cockney accent just a tiny bit more pronounced than usual while he worked on gathering his thoughts. //Covered food, we did... I donno... location an' music. Didn't cover clothing,// and that was absolutely pronounced 'cloving' today, because Jonothon just could not be bovvered, //yet, so let's go wi' dat.// He waved a hand around a little. Christ, he could sleep for a week. //If yer goin' for a certain look, I'd suggest dark an' vaguely intimidatin'. If yer actually doin' some thinking, wear whatever yer like. Make it comfortable. Easier to ruminate on whatever needs more thought,// yeah, 'finkin' and 'fott,' you knew what he was saying, //if yer not distracted by...// he shook his head, mostly to wake himself up again, //pinchy shoes. Whatever.//

There were days when he'd contemplate murder just to be able to drink a cup of coffee again.

//Gave you all paper an' pencils, I assume most of you've got phones you can consult Google on for reference. Design yer ultimate brooding outfit. I'll wait.//

He would absolutely wait and not at all be using this as an excuse to grab a few more minutes of shuteye at his desk, bloody right.

[OOC: Open!]
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Brooding for Dummies, Friday, Period 2

Jono was squinting at his syllabus again today, yes. Apparently the office moose was listening to the broadcasts and had decided that 'pizza party' was not a brooding class appropriately spent. And so, they were meeting out in the park, and were told to bring umbrellas or at least half-decent rain gear.

//Right,// he said, faintly perplexed. //I suppose I need to cover where to brood this week. Which means this is going to be a short lesson. Brood wherever you feel the need to. Class done.//

An acorn bounced off the side of his head, and Jono turned a sidelong glance toward a squirrel who had camped out in a nearby tree.

Ugh.

//... Alright, fine. If you're going to be brooding,// he hated using that word so bloody much, yes, //odds are you're either in it for show - in which case you'll want to look for the proper moody backdrop, I suppose. I don't know, go for something dilapidated or really high up. Or you're in it because you're actually aiming to be alone with your thoughts. You can't work up a proper train of thought at all if you're surrounded by interruptions. People who'll walk in on you and start a conversation are basically the bane of it all. Go for a walk on the beach or in the woods. I don't actually recommend a rooftop. There are always more people up on rooftops than you'd figure.//

Around here, anyway.

//The library is usually nice and quiet. I enjoyed working there back when I was a student, largely because of that quiet. And then there's a classic. The park bench.// He gestured to it. //I planned this class before I took th'weather into consideration, but the rain adds... I don't know. Ambiance. I brought bread. Feed the ducks or something. Or just get in out of th'bloody rain. Whichever you prefer.//

[OOC: Open!]
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Brooding for Dummies, Friday, Period 2

//Morning, class,// Jono greeted, the lesson for today set up in a classroom. //Have you eaten today?//

It was an important question, okay? Yesterday's activity in the park had given him another idea for class today, and while there wasn't necessarily such a thing as a good brooding food, there was such a thing as a good comfort food.

//When people fall into a particular state, they sometimes get so lost in it that they forget to take care of the essentials,// he explained. //Maybe they don't eat, or shower, or tidy up as much as they ought to. Hell, it can be difficult to even leave the house when it gets bad enough. And... there's not much I can do about the rest, but today we can at least lean into eating.//

Well, you all could. Jono was going to have to spectate for this one.

//Here, I think, the trick is to find something easy. Make sure that easy thing is always an option, even when you've got other things to... feel. Think about. Whatever.// He shrugged. //There's a certain point where you don't even have to worry about it being healthy, just worry about it being food. Get delivery, keep some energy bars in the cupboard, just eat a block of ramen noodles dry, if that'll keep you going.//

... He'd resorted to a few of these things back during his, ah, blue period.

//Anyway, we're ordering pizza today. Figure out what toppings you want and let me know, and I'll pay.//
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Brooding for Dummies, Friday, Period 2

//The moose made me come back,// Jono said by way of explanation as he stepped back into the classroom. //Frankly, I'm surprised any of you did, but at this point I'm about as curious to see what the hell happens with the rest of this workshop as anybody.//

Brooding Music! )

[OOC: Open!]
furnaceface: (Fire - Gordon Bennett!)
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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!]