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When the students entered into the classroom they would only see one Jamie. Just one.

And the expression on his face meant that this would probably not be one of those silly insane classes he was famous for. Nope.

"Good morning class," Jamie said as the students marched into the room. "Glad to see you're all back and alive. And now? It's time for your final exam."

He handed out blue books. He handed out the test questions and placed them face down on each desk.

"You have five minutes to answer all the questions. You may begin... now."
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When the students approached the class room all they would find is a note:

Class Assignment:

Go to the library and find out what the hell is going on.

or

Watch TV

THE CHOICE IS YOURS!
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Today the classroom... was a classroom. No scientific equipment. No duplicates in lab coats. No couch pillows.

Just Jamie, a projector and a screen.

"Good morning," Jamie said officiously. "Today we're going to try something different. I'm going to talk. Hopefully, you'll listen."

Cut for talk of character death and cautionary tales... )
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Today the class was held in the Dangershop where instead of desks there was a long table where everyone could sit.

There was also a cartoon beagle walking around and serving everyone popcorn, toast, pretzels, jelly beans and ice cream with whipped cream and maraschino cherries.

"Hello my dear students," Jamie said cheerfully. "I know that we're all going through a rough patch at the moment but tomorrow is a holiday where we can hopefully take a rest from our worries. It's called Thanksgiving. It's a holiday where we give thanks for what we have and spend time with family. You might wonder how this holiday came about and so my duplicates and I have put together a little sketch to help you understand the holiday."

"The year... is 1620. Fleeing from their homelands for religious persecution the Pilgrims arrived on Plymouth Rock after a long, long voyage on the Mayflower."

And lo... there was a play. )

Jamie sighed and rubbed his forehead.

"Happy Thanksgiving everyone."
notmyownage: (*is wearing sunglasses*)
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The class met in the Danger Shop today to find nary a Jamie in sight. Instead, there was the ever hardworking TA Claudia, standing in the midst of a bunch of large wooden shipping crates lit by eerie purple light, wearing funky purple sunglasses. She smiled at the class.

"So our illustrious teacher asked me to take over class today. I'm assuming this is some kind of test and that me just making you watch a movie would result in something extra bizarre next time, so I have an actual activity." Also, she'd practically passed out from joy at finding out she'd get to do programming in the Danger Shop. "Welcome . . . to inventorying bizarre things that can kill you."

She gestured dramatically around at the shipping crates, then started passing out clipboards and purple sunglasses.

"Okay, so in here they can't actually kill you. But they can do some pretty weird stuff and throw you around like a cartoon character, so handle them with care."

That's right, Claudia was making her classmates do fake Warehouse inventory.

It might be an interesting class.

[ooc: OCD is on its way And we're good to go!]
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Today there was no Danger Shop. ONLY ZUUL Only a bunch of craft supplies and a whole lot of socks.

Yes. Socks.

Additionally there was a small puppet stage in the front of the classroom and a smiling Jamie Madrox.

"Is there anything more noble than the theater?" Jamie asked as the students settled down. "Sure. Feeding the poor. Teaching men to fish. Pro wrestling. But does they truly capture the drama that is the theater? No. It doesn't Today we'll be taking our own approach to theater using my favorite medium... the humble sock puppet."

Jamie gestured to the pile of socks and craft supplies. "Today you'll be creating your own sock puppets and then performing your own short skit. While you all prepare your sock puppets, I shall perform my own show for you to learn from."

And with that being said, Jamie reached into his own pocket and pulled out a sock puppet and put it on his hand.

"Hello, old friend," Jamie said with a smile.

"You're an effing moron," the puppet replied. "Where's the brothel with the pigmentally challenged hookers?"

"I've missed you too," Jamie replied. "Let's get started shall we?"
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When the students entered the dangershop they would find that the shop had been transformed into a mad scientist's lab. Complete with Jamie duplicates. In lab coats again.

"Welcome back students," Jamie said his hair looking... almost normal. Definitely a few shades darker than normal and closely cropped to his head. "Today we are going to answer one of the most difficult questions asked throughout time..."

He paused for dramatic effect. Then thought it needed more drama so he paused more. Now it was too much. Oh well.

"That question? Simple. How many licks does it take to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop."

Jamie sighed in delight. "Now the world will finally know."
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When the students entered into the danger shop today they would notice that it had been transformed into a beauty shop.

However instead of the usual insane Jamie greeting them with an impossible task... they would find a bunch of unconscious Jamies tied down onto those insanely uncomfortable chairs you have to sit in while getting your hair cut.

They would also find all the beauty supplies you might find in a beauty salon. Makeup. Hair dye. Haircutting supplies.

They would also probably see a sign on the entrance to the salon which read:

Today's Special:
REVENGE ON YOUR TEACHER



No hitting. You'll just make more of him.


They would probably also notice a bunch of faculty members watching the whole process with a smug look on their faces.
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Sometime earlier in the week, the students would have gotten a notice that swimsuits were optional for class today. And anyone fearing the reason why might feel relieved when they saw that the danger shop had been transformed into a cruise ship

But not just any cruise ship. It was a cruise ship staffed by Jamie Madrox duplicates in white uniforms.

"Welcome aboard students!" Jamie said as he doffed a captain's hat. "Today we're going to set a course... for LOVE!"

Yep. The students should be fearful again. )
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When the students entered the danger shop today they would notice that the room had been transformed into an artist's studio. Around the room were various sculptures for everyone to see.

All made of butter.

Additionally there were blocks of butter of various sizes set up around the room as well.

And finally there was Jamie. He was dressed in an artist's smock with a beret and giant fake handlebar mustache glued to his face.

"Hello me petit fleurs!" Jamie exclaimed as the students entered the danger shop. "Today we vill be dooing art! Specifically zee sculptures en beurre! Butter scupltures!!"

He whirled around in a circle gesturing to all the beautiful art around him.

"Grab your tools! Grab some beurre and create... ZEE ART!"

[Be warned... we can expect some visitors today! :D]
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Today's class was in the danger room but there doesn't appear to be a reason why. In fact there is only one Jamie Madrox standing in front of the class today looking rather subdued.

"Today's class... is simple," Jamie declared. "Today's assignment? Cut class."

And with that being said, Jamie turned on his heel and walked out of the classroom.

Gosh that seems simple, doesn't it?

[Mwah ha ha. And OCD is up.]
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Yes. The students were meeting in hallway of the faculty offices. Specifically outside a certain teachers office.

There were also brown robes and a lot of handbells.

“Hello class,” Jamie said cheerfully. “Today we’re here to honor one of our longest reigning faculty members. He’s been teaching ethics as long as I can remember and because of his dedication I have decided to honor him the best way I know how.”

HAPPY ANAKIN SKYWALKER DAY! )

[OOC: Co-Written with the fabulous [livejournal.com profile] demonbelthazor. Yes. We have deathwishes.]
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Instead of going to a classroom today, the students were directed to the third floor of the dorms where they would find the hallway teeming with Jamie-Dupes wearing labcoats and goggles. Each one of them had a clipboard, calipers, measuring tape, litmus strips, cotton swabs and all sorts of scientific goodies that they seemed to be using on all of the doorknobs on the third floor.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Jamie said stepping forward and pulling down his goggles. "Today we leave our childhood behind and step into the future. Into the grand thing we know as... SCIENCE!"

If Reed Richards knew what was going to happen next, there would be a lot of weeping for the future.

"It has long been hypothesized that the doors in the dorms have curious properties."

Um. No. They really haven't.

"In fact one might say the doorknobs of these doors... taste like bacon."

Yep. Reed Richards. Big honking tears.

"Your job is to lick these doorknobs and see if they taste like bacon. FOR SCIENCE!"

Don't expect to get a Nobel prize for this one Jamie.
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When the students entered the danger shop today they would notice that it looked just like a normal classroom.

With the exception of several couches pushed up all against the walls of the room.

They would also notice a very stern looking Jamie standing in front of the classroom.

This probably won't end well... )

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