Fandom High School

Today, the class had handwavily been told to meet in the Danger Shop. When they got there, they would find themselves in a replica of a park, surrounded by skyscrapers; those from this world might recognize it as NYC's Central Park. Their teacher was standing before a replica of Bethesda Fountain, typing away on her Blackberry; perched on the Angel of the Waters sculpture were three creatures. They stood as tall as the average human, and nearly looked human -- flabby torso, legs -- except for the heads and wings, which looked like birds of prey. They only wore socks, so when the Manbirds shifted on their perches, you could see a long, feathery appendage dangling between their legs -- not their genitalia. Just the tube that protected it.

( Don't Feed the Manbirds )

"Last thing. Next week, bring some money -- yours, or if you don't have any, someone else's. We're going shopping. In Hell."

The woman standing in front of class looked mostly human. She had candy-pink skin that was too uniform to be a sunburn, and prominent horns sticking out of her forehead; the points of her ears just barely peeked out on either side of her head. Her hair was a bright fiery red, jutting upwards at implausible angles in proud streams. Other than that, she'd fit in at any corporate office, especially dressed as she was today, the white button-down shirt to the pencil skirt and the strappy black shoes. Give her a hat and a slight palette swap and no one would know the difference.

( Diversity and You. Taught by a demon who doesn't want to be here. )

(please wait for OCD!)