Fandom High School

When students arrived in the Danger Shop for the last time, they would find it programmed to look like a very tidy, clean...daycare.

Hannelore smiled at them, looking quite a bit happier than she usually did. "So, not that I'll ever have any because ew, but the hardest thing ever from what I've heard? Maintaining organization and cleanliness with children around. So that's your challenge today. Take care of a kid. Don't drop anything. Try not to be thrown up on." She gave a little shudder. "See how well you can maintain order with a little kid bugging you. I'll be, you know, over here. You've all been a really fun class, too. Most of you, anyway." There may have been a glare directed at one particular student, but it passed. "And you guys can always come visit me in town or whatever if you need stuff counted, or other organizing help."

"Hey, guys," Hannelore said, waving as everyone filed in today. "So, we're deviating from the syllabus today, and do something that I love."

She gestured to an array of boxes. "Nothing I love more than having something where the pieces line up in an exact pattern. If you guys lose any of the pieces, I'll kill you. But have fun! Play together. See how fast you can get it done, because seriously, if you keep it all organized like how you did with the M&Ms? It goes so much faster."

[Sorry for the kind of lame class and deviation from the syllabus. I got slapped in the face with a fairly major RL thing last night and my brain's still not quite up to fake teaching. But the puzzles are fun and addictive and I've done like four already, so have fun.]

"Hi!" Hannelore greeted everyone when they entered the Danger Shop again. "Okay, so sometimes we're face with the unpleasant fact that teeny-tiny places get dirty. Like, super-cramped, no fun for anyone kinds of places. I mean, not really mine because I don't have a lot of crap, but for you guys. And it gets all dusty and you find stuff that you haven't seen in years and -- "

She broke off with a shudder. "Sorry. You guys heard about the boogeyman when you were kids? I was more scared of dustbunnies. Um. Anyway. You guys get to clean under beds and couches and behind stuff today. And...yeah, I'll be over here, not watching unless you need me." She launched into a quick explanation of how to keep stuff organized as they found it, gesturing to large containers that she assured them that she had sterilized.

Not that anyone probably asked.

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[wait for OCD. Okay, the general idea is that you ping into one of the subthreads and clean with a partner -- and you can totally mod stuff under the bed and behind the fridge, etc, within reason -- and at some point in the thread, I'll ping in with something for you to interact with, whether it be bugs or a lintmonster or whatever crack falls out of my head at that moment.]

Oh, please, like Hannelore would even consider holding her class outside. There was dirt there.

"Hey," she said, as her students filed into the Danger Shop -- which was made up to look like a perfectly white, sterile classroom, and which she had carefully scrubbed and disinfected as best she could before they arrived. "Um. My name's Hannelore Ellicott-Chatham. You can call me Hannelore. Or, uh, some of my friends call me Hanners. You can call me that. 'Hey you,' works too. Um, this is Winslow."

What looked like an oversized, somewhat humanoid iPod waved. "Salutations!"

"He's an AnthroMac, and he helps me out. Um, so welcome to...class. I've never taught anything before. So, um, why don't we start by going around and saying hi, and stuff, okay? Say, uh, your name, how old you are, what you want to get out of the workshop, and...um, your favorite cleaning product, okay?"

She rocked on her heels. "Um, I can start? I'm Hannelore, like I said. I'm twenty-five, I love my Roomba more than most people love their parents, and I hope to get, um, a bunch of people who understand what 'clean' means, like I do." She paused, and added. "By the way, I have severe Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder. In case you can't tell."

After everyone had introduced themselves, Hannelore smiled. Kinda. Smiled twitchily, anyway. "Okay, so here's what we're doing today." She pulled out a bag, and from it pulled eight bags of plain M&M's, which she handed (okay, tossed, because soooo not risking touching these people) out, along with napkins. "I want you to sort these in whatever way makes the most sense to you. Color, numbers, shapes -- they're not all the same size circle, believe me, I checked -- whether the M is printed correctly, whatever. I wanna see what you think is logical, 'cause it'll help me later, okay? Don't eat them until I've checked, please? And I have wet naps and gloves so your hands don't get chocolatey, because ewww."

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[waaaaaaaait for the OCD, which I really should make more ridiculous than it will be. It's up! Play at will!]