Fandom High School

//Right. So... We don't have much of a discussion prepared for today,// Jono admitted, looking a touch sheepish. //This semester apparently hasn't been much good for that. But we haven't cashed in our 'movie day' get out of jail free card yet, either, so I found an old episode of the Y-People cartoon to show, and then we can discuss it afterward. How you felt about the situation of the young girl, your opinion on the animation, whatever you wish. It's topical, at least.//

He shrugged his shoulders, and then slid a Y-People VHS into an old VCR, because that was just how the 90s rolled, okay?

[Open!]

//Right,// Jono said, once the class had gathered in the Danger Shop today. //So, we've lost a few weeks from our syllabus by this point, a few of us are probably feeling more than a little worse for the wear, there's a camping trip on the weekend for those who are feeling so inclined, and Easter is in two days for the handful of you who care. What we had wanted to do is to let people come in here, in a safe environment, and if they were feeling up to the challenge, encourage them to let go, with or without their powers, to see what they're really capable of. And that offer is still on the table, for the record. If anybody would like a chance to use the Danger Shop as a safe place to find the upper limits of their powers, either Rinoa or myself would be happy to assist you.// He glanced over at Rinoa, who was sitting quietly across the room with her dog keeping her company. Okay, on a better week, maybe they'd both be happy to assist. Jono was here for people either way, at least. //If you're worried about our safety, there's no need. We're both shockingly difficult to damage.//

He shoved his hands into his pockets and shrugged his shoulders.

//Since March was… one hell of a month and all, we're going to give you a few options today. If you care to talk about what happened and what that means for you and your identity, stay right here, and I'll have the Danger Shop bring up some cushions so you can make yourself comfortable as you do so. If the last thing you want to do is more sharing, over there are some punching bags. Beat th'shite out of them, work off some of that frustration, feel free to use your powers if you're comfortable doing so, otherwise, I'm pretty sure we've all got perfectly functional fists and feet that'll do the job just as good. And...// He tilted his head a little. //If any of you want to take us up on that other offer, if you want to step into a private, safe corner of the Danger Shop and really let loose to test your upper limits, come talk to me. I'll have to do this one at a time, but I think there's enough time in this class to handle any takers, and if we don't have time or you aren't feeling up to it quite yet, know that the offer is going to stay on the table for at least as long as I'm still a teacher. Please, come talk to me any time.//

That seemed like it about summed it up, so Jono waved a hand out toward the room.

//Here in the pillows to talk. Over there to the punching bags to let off some steam. Anyone who wants to test what their powers are capable of in a safe space, come talk to me.//

[Open!]

//So,// Jono said, leaning up against the desk at the front of the room mostly as usual, with the exception of the extremely large snake that was coiled around his torso, resting his head on his shoulder like he had been invited to do so. (He hadn't, and Jono had tried to coax him off before class, but you try arguing with a king cobra who had decided that he wasn't giving up his warm place first thing in the morning, thank you.) //This week, we're going to talk about those people who love you for who you are, not what you can do. And before any of you pipes up with the protest that there isn't any such thing, I'm not going to immediately counter and tell you that you're wrong, but I might ask you to take a moment and look a little closer.//

( What is Love? )

[OOC: Open! And that 'hurt and hope' paragraph in there was taken almost verbatim from X-Men Legacy #264, wherein Jono demonstrates that he should teach FOREVER. I had to use it sometime.]

Today, Rinoa was exhausted. She imagined her co-teacher was, as well, and most of the students. It had been a rather long week. But at least everyone, today, could focus on something other then their individual libidos.

“Welcome back,” she said, nodding at the students. “Congratulations on surviving the week, hopefully with your dignity intact.”

( What Your Body Wants )

[Open!]

When the students filed in for class today, they would find themselves stepping into a typical classroom, desks neatly arranged, with two teachers standing at the front of the room. One of them had his arms crossed over his leather-wrapped chest and was looking over the students thoughtfully. The other was a girl in her early twenties, dressed in a simple blue sweater and dark jeans. She kept fidgeting with a necklace around her neck, specifically with the pendant, which appeared to be two rings.

It was the thoroughly leather-wrapped man who spoke first, because what better way to break the students into having a class about powers than by kicking off the first lesson with telepathy?

( So, as you lot might have gathered, today's class is about powers. And identity. )

[OOC: Please hold for OCD! Open!]