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Have you PMed the CS to the GMs?
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Have you PMed the CS to the GMs?
As far as the classroom goes, I think we're waiting on our ninja overlord to reply to Meredith's question.
My throat hurts and I had a dream where my dad and uncle fought in front of a miniature version of a nearby gas station :|
The craziness level of this post is not at all out of place in the conversation.
This scares me.
With the number of plots that seem to be going on here, it could almost become a final assignment for one of the students' classes. "Villains and their schemes 101"? Show understanding of villainous plots by concocting your own to take over the school.
All this talk of taking over / ruling makes me want to scheme.
Well then, this should be interesting to watch.
I wonder how easily embarrassed this chef is?
It's nothing to do with Zac. Rebekah is just following pattern, since she hasn't even met the guy. If she turns out to be wrong, she'll update her theory.
Rebekah Green
Thank goodness that went well. Perhaps her hypothesis had been correct or perhaps the alien had a thing for carrots, or perhaps she just had so many better targets for her twisted games. Either way, Rebekah was profoundly relieved to have survived her introduction without being chewed out as thoroughly as that enlarged half a carrot stick.
Aside from the teacher, there were still her classmates to worry about. Had she said the right things? Was the kiwi greeting overdoing things? She was proud to be a New Zealander and all and wanted to represent her country well, but would she turn into a walking stereotype in the process? Was displaying her ability appropriate in this context, or was it too much like showing off? How different were things in a community of supers? How noticeable was her accent? Did she sound as ridiculous to them as the americans did to her?
These, however, were anxieties for another time. She had survived her introduction, the class had moved on, and she was quickly presented with another opportunity for her anthropological study of (was it still anthropological if her subject wasn't human) of Meredith Hillard. A chef entered, and quickly announced the breaking of both rules that Meredith had mentioned earlier: lateness, and skipping classes. Given what Rebekah had seen already, this was likely to get a student personal space violated and their morning ruined to to a large dollop of embarrassment. But this was different. Here we had another member of staff making the announcement. Would Hillard show a bit more respect or restraint? Was anyone safe? Rebekah looked on with interest. If she was going to have to deal with this creature on a daily basis, this was vital information to collect.
Rebekah Green
The first lesson to be taught in this class seemed to be pretty simple: think before you speak. Any thoughtless words would invite a bunch of uncomfortable weirdness from the crazy alien teacher?thing.
Weird, non-specific question about rules invites weird, non-specific answer.
Asking if she is human invites behaviour that any human would know is inappropriate.
Acting like a smartass and bragging invites being taken down a peg.
Coming in late with a clearly faked excuse invites getting stood up before the entire class with no warning.
And she would also bet that whatever she had missed before coming in started with a thoughtless word.
Only the Dutch girl, Anouk, seemed to have got it right. She introduced herself quickly, clearly and politely and gave Miss Hillard no room to twist her words or take offence. Smart girl.
Going over things like this, the principle was quickly solidifying into a kind of scientific law in Rebekah's head. Still, any good hypothesis needs to be tested. If she was right, she would be able to successfully navigate this class in the future. If she was wrong, things could get awkward and embarrassing fast. Here goes nothing.
She stood up, oe hand tightly clutching a carrot stick she had been saving for lunch, and looked around the faces of her fellow classmates for a second as she took a deep breath. When it seemed like most people's attention had turned to her, she began. "I'll go next, shall I? Kia ora everyone, my name is Rebekah Green, I'm from New Zealand, and my power is changing how big things are".
Holding the carrot stick for everyone to see, it began to swell to twice its original size, whereupon she broke it in two and lobbed on half to the front of the classroom so that it landed on the teacher's desk. It wasn't quite an apple, but it was a peace offering nonetheless.
He introduction done, she sat down, quietly nibbled on her half of the carrot, and looked around for who would be introducing themselves next.
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