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Teemo | League of Legends (Teacher of Biology and Horticulture)

[globaltaunt]

((OOC: History and Personality so far))

[Network]
[The message opens to an extreme close up of Teemo's tremendously excited fox-like face.]

Goooood morning, Scouts!

I hope those of you in my Biology classes are tired of video lessons, because the hands on part of class begins today. For those of you who don't know, which is likely most all of you, I am Captain Portillo, but I'd prefer you just call me Teemo. I am just returned from an impromptu vacation. So, if you've been trying to reach me about your grades, I'm sorry about that. To make up for it, how about some easy extra credit? I'll give you a question and you give me an answer. Simple as that.



[Action]
[Early in the morning, Teemo can be found fishing for breakfast by the lake. Every so often, he sits still long enough that his mutation makes him fade from view, but he seems to pop back into existence whenever he takes a sip of potent coffee from the enormous thermos sitting next to him.

Later in the day, with his short stature and stuffed backpack, Teemo looks an awful lot like an elementary age student. The way he wanders around aimlessly, silently reading off signs to himself doesn't help much either. Then again, anyone who's known him for more than an hour knows this is probably completely intentional. Anyone who starts to look too concerned is going to get their sleeve tugged on and asked for help in the cutest voice possible.]

[boywhorunsthroughtime]

Can you give us a practical task instead of a question, too?

[Pop quizzes and such suck, but practical tasks in biology can be fun. Sometimes you even get to go outside for them, or you can do things with potentially acidic or explosive substances... or take apart dead bodies... Or work with technical stuff...]

[globaltaunt]

That would be even better! Of course, more work nets you more points.

[Teemo is the sort of teacher who ruins bell-curves. He doesn't want to be in the classroom just as much as some of his students. Thinking you might get to go outdoors isn't just hitting he nail on the head; it's driving it clean through the board.]

Throughout the year, we'll be running an ongoing ecological survey of local flora and fauna. There will be plenty of chances to collect seed and spore samples, install wildlife cameras and census creekbeds. (See: hunt for mushrooms, climb trees and look at bugs... scientifically of course!!)

[boywhorunsthroughtime]

Do we get to take things apart, too? I want to dissect a fish, that always sounded fun but they stopped doing it because people would just throw them away afterwards at my old school.

[hipsterbane]

Reki, who'd been up fitfully working on her, well, you could call it a masterpiece, staggered off into the anemic upper NY morning sun and immediately thought lack of sleep was making her hallucinate. There was a small, cute, anthropomorphic animal, sitting on its plump little butt, fishing and drinking from a thermos.

Also it seemed to be flickering in and out of view.

She squinted at the hallucination, wondered if she should make another attempt at napping.

[globaltaunt]

It didn't seem like the fish felt like biting this morning, Teemo was a bit lethargic himself. He periodically nodded in and out of sleep, taking sips of coffee between micro-naps. At the slightest sound of intrusion, he woke suddenly, seized by unshakable habits, and held deadly still, blending slyly into the dock, the water and the pallid sunshine.

Only after the initial arresting shock subsided did he venture a glance behind him. It didn't take long to pick out the offender. It was a girl or maybe more accurately a young woman. Of course it was, Teemo sighed to himself. Who was he expecting?

Oh well, not being one to let good company go to waste no matter how impromptu, he cast her several broad waves and called, "Good morning! Care for a coffee?"

[hipsterbane]

"Gah!" Reki started as the hallucination faded before talking to her. It was a good thing she hadn't had any coffee yet or she would have splashed it on herself.

It seemed it was offering her some. Either her hallucinations were more total than she thought or she was talking to another mutant...one shorter than any she'd met before. Well it wasn't like she was that much more normal looking herself, with her stubby grey wings.

"Ah, yeah. Thanks. That's exactly what I could use right now."

Dave Strider | Homestuck

[jupiterattack]

A

( Dave touches down near the lake, he gives his wings a shake before pulling them around himself. The day had started out warm enough but now that the sun was going down it was starting to get a bit chilly but his wings work well enough to keep him warm.

He settles down near the shore and glances around before dumping his haul of shiny finds out. He tries not to collect too much shiny junk but sometimes he just can't help it. )


B

( Dave's wandering through the halls; headphones blaring in his ears as he bobs his head and makes various beatbox sounds to go along with whatever he's listening to. He's far more focused on his music than his surroundings so it's no surprise when he runs headlong into someone. He stumbles a bit, wings and tail flaring behind him as he pulls his earbuds from his ears.

Behind his dark glasses his eyes are wide with surprise as if he hadn't expected to run into anyone at all. )

Whoa. Sorry 'bout that.

[boywhorunsthroughtime]

You really just stole a lot of cheap junk there, didn't you?

[There's a boy with medium lenght brown hair standing a few feet above Dave, looking down at his findings with a grin on his face that implies that, no matter if he really thinks that Dave stole the things or if he approves of that or not, it really amuses just how much worthless shiny junk there is among the items. And also that he is going to try and tease the stranger about that merilessly.]

[jupiterattack]

( Somehow Dave manages to keep his wings from flaring, they give no more than a twitch. Cool kids don't act surprised, after all. He hunches forward a bit over his junk haul and turns to look over at the, in his mind, intruder. Honestly, how did he not noticed him standing there when he landed? )

Didn't steal it, man. Found.

[boywhorunsthroughtime]

And where did you find it?

[You are not particularely convincing.]

[boywhorunsthroughtime]

A. Action
You turn a corner or enter a common room, or maybe you are walking the grounds, when you suddenly run into a boy who seems to have decided to get dressed in the middle of a public space? Why was he naked before? You guess. Point is that he's currently only wearing pants and an undershirt and fumbling with a t-shirt, about to pull it over his head when he spots you. There's no real horror that he got caught doing something, he seems to be used to situations like this and flashes you an almost daring grin before he pulls the t-shirt down.

"You shouldn't just walk into people changing, you know?"



B. Video
[A boy sits on his bed, legs crossed, a couple of books scattered around him. There is a thoughtful expression on his face, and for a moment he pauses before his features grow more excited.]

So, I was doing readings for class [this comes out a bit bored, WHY IS THERE SO MUCH READING] and then I came across this part that mentioned organic clothing. Does that mean someone figured out how to make living clothes? I mean, if they're not anorganic, they have to be, right? Because organs are alive or they're dead, and it's not dead-organic-clothes or something. Even if that would be a dumb name, but most such words are dumb.

So where do I get that stuff, and why have I never before heard of it? You'd think those weirdos would be all over something like that, calling it unethical and shit.

B

[buzzkilldetective]

[What even...

sigh. Time for a lesson in pointless knowledge!] Organic clothing simply means that they were made in accordance to standards set by what's known as organic farming--growing plants without the use of chemicals whether they're in synthetic fertilizers or pesticides. Methods usually employed in such farming includes crop rotation, usage of biological pest control, and compost.

Unfortunately, what you assumed about organic clothing is inaccurate. There would be quite the outcry about it, I'd imagine, if such a thing you described existed.

[boywhorunsthroughtime]

It would be pretty cool though. Imagine getting a type of clothing that eats people for those idiots that do the Senteniel program. [The boy grins widely and then tilts his head] But it's pretty dumb to call that organic. It sounds like they're implying that conventionally grown stuff is anorganic. And that's not the case.

A!

[niepokonany]

Feliks gasps, covering his eyes with his hand; beneath his fingers, a bright red blush spreads across his skin.

"L-Like, who said I walked in anywhere?! We're totally not even inside! Oh my god, aren't you like freezing?!"

[boywhorunsthroughtime]

"I said that you did, because I was here first! And it's not even that cold, you're just not properly dressed. Maybe if you wore a shirt that actually covers your belly, you'd not be freezing." He's looking the other person up and down, clearly distracted - otherwise there would have been a stronger retort. Somehow... This person just looks fmailiar, even though he cannot properly place him. (Her?)

Tyrion Lannister | Game of Thrones

[tywins_son]

[Network]

Good afternoon.

[Here is an unfamiliar face on the intranet - unless, perhaps, you're a frequent reader of U.K. tabloids. Then you might have seen him shit-faced once or thrice. (It's so sad when a prominent, political family turns out a black sheep, isn't it?) He's sitting in a position that does nothing to disguise his small stature, not quite four-and-a-half feet tall. Might as well get that out of the way before the first class.]

My name is Tyrion Lannister - just "Tyrion" will suffice - and I'll be teaching some of you European history. Although, thankfully for both of us, it's late in the year for the beginning of new classes. I'll offer a few topical tutorials until year's end, so I can pretend as well as your other teachers to deserve my job...

[Then, without warning, there's the slightest change in his voice, a smoothing and softening that's likely to be perceptible only after the fact. And suddenly everyone without rock solid mental defenses will have a very hard time not accepting every word he says as an evident truth. At least for a few minutes.

Might as well get showing off his power out of the way, too.]

But I don't imagine you're thinking much about new coursework, what with that exam you've forgotten to study for, hm? Mathematics, wasn't it? And half your grade...well, I'm certain the Xavier Institute offers summer school for cases like yours.

[Action]

Of all the reasons he had accepted Xavier's offer of a position at the Institute, Tyrion had to confess, the chance to see the inner workings of a band of superheroes had ranked high. Teaching? He could take or leave it, depending on how many muffled snickers greeted his first entrance into the classroom. But, really, how many opportunities in life did a man get to sleep above the X-Men's war-room? Or, even better, to fiddle with their super-advanced training room -- the adventure he had slated for this evening.

And so, anyone popping into the Danger Room's control chamber around the dinner hour would find a dwarf watching with quiet interest as he cycled slowly through some of the saved scenarios. (Anyone trying to pop into the actual Room would find the entrance doors locked for the program running inside.) A bottle of beer in hand, he tilted his head at a squad of ninja looking for someone to attack, a Sentinel scanning its empty surroundings and then unloading a few energy blasts just for good measure...

"Really, I expected to have found Summers' stash of hard-light pornography by now."

He'd have to ask someone where that was hidden. And possibly about the finer points of the Room's system.

[video]

[smulders]

[Simon Kemplar pops abruptly back into the awareness that he has no math test he needs to study for and in fact has never felt the need to study for a math test a few minutes after seeing the message.]

Alright. I can respect the ownage. That was legit.

[video]

[tywins_son]

[Tyrion simply smiles and holds his hands out to his sides in a neutral way.]

There must be a student somewhere at this school that I just saved from a horrible maths exam. I'm afraid the rest of you are collateral damage.

[boywhorunsthroughtime]

[Ohshi math- not that he's going to tell a teacher that he failed to study for that properly.]

Are you the guy who got shitfaced with Geert van Houken once? [Zag is not normally good at knowing what's going on in the tabloids, but when it is about one of his football heroes having an episode, trust him to know. And actually that would be a reason to take this guy's classes, if it really was that short guy that the mags showed back then.]

[tywins_son]

Pardon me?

[One might imagine from the way Tyrion's expression hardens that he doesn't find this the most appropriate question to pose a new teacher. Then, coolly:]

The name doesn't call any particular memory to mind, but, under the circumstances, I suppose that's not evidence one way or the other.

[Network] 1/2

[xiao_lan_long]

It's nice to meet you, Professor.

[No first names here. Not yet, anyway.]

I guess we both got here at kind of a strange...time...

[There was something weird about what he just said, but she can't quite...]

[Network] 2/2

[xiao_lan_long]

W-wait, I have math test tomorrow! How did I forget that?!

I'm very sorry I need to go study for that but I'd really love to talk about European history later goodbye!

[xiao_lan_long]

[Action]

"Um, hello? I'm new here, and I was just wondering if...oh."

Kusuha stood in the Institute's main foyer, the absolute picture of frazzled, clueless new transfer. In theory, she was attempting to address someone in the throng of students for directions.

"Excuse...oh, I'm sorry."

The problem was, of course, that her power was acting up in the crowd, impressing deeply upon her just how impatient and in a hurry all these students were, and she kept stopping herself before actually getting anyone's attention. She doesn't want to bother someone who's busy after all, even a random middle schooler. They were obviously late for class. It was kind of annoying that it was end-of-year-exam time in America when her mental calendar was telling her it was the start of the new school year, but that was hardly an excuse to bother these nice people.

If only there was a teacher around. Or someone who'd at least pick up on the shy girl's distress even if she's trying hard not to act bothersome. Or panicked.

Iku Nagae | Touhou Project

[messengerinscarlet]

[Network]
[An unfamiliar face pops up on the network. She gives the camera a pleased smile before she begins speaking.]

Hello, everyone! My name is Iku Nagae, and I am one of the new teaching assistants. I specialize in the sciences, particularly physics, and I've also been taught in fashion design. If there's any interest, maybe I'll even start up a class!

[She seems particularly pleased by that idea. Hopefully Tenshi doesn't go around telling everyone how horrible and outdated her sense of fashion is.]

If anyone requires help with their studies, do feel free to let me know, and I will see what I can do to help. I have at least a little experience with tutoring. I look forward to meeting you all.


[Action]
[Iku relaxed a little as the class ended. She'd been asked to act as a substitute while one of the other teachers was sick, and had gladly accepted. A chance to pass on her knowledge was something that she really couldn't pass up, although part of her regretted it now. The students here could be a hassle sometimes, and teaching them actually took a lot out of her.

She sighed quietly to herself once the room had emptied. At least it was over for the day. She could retreat to her room and relax. Or maybe work on that new shirt she started on last weekend. She had to wait at least a few minutes though, to make sure no students had any questions or anything. You never knew if someone would come bounding down the hallway to deliver a late paper or to ask one more question about the homework.

As she watched the clock, Iku pulled a knitting needle from her pocket...and stuck it into the power outlet behind the desk. Immediately, she could feel the electricity running through her. Rather than a shock like most people could feel, to her, it was a rush of energy. Revitalizing. The lights in the room flickered for a moment. And probably the few rooms around her too. It only took a minute for her to recharge a little. No students had come in through the door, so she grabbed her purse and prepared to leave the room.]