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[solidorkable]

WHO: the emperor (solidorkable) and you!
WHERE: the institute & city hall ; various places! check comment headings for locations.
WHEN: today
WARNINGS: none, yet
SUMMARY: larsa goes to school, and is for once, behaving like a teenager.
FORMAT: quick to start, then tagger's choice!

[Bad username or unknown identity: smells like teen spirit]

(Everything is terrible and he hates everyone. April makes it out to be as simple as that, that if he just takes it out on everyone else, it should be fine, he'll feel fine. Sadly, Larsa is not that kind of person; he gets up, gets ready and goes to school like he would normally do. He doesn't say much, he isn't even that active in class as he should be.

But, he's there, he's being a teenager for once. Cup of tea? No, this morning he has a poptart that got from the vending machine. Paying attention in class? No, that window is really interesting. Biology? Argh, who cares.

Work? Work is just as bad. He doesn't greet the protestors, doesn't ask what they want - at first. Within five minutes, he's back to see if they're alright or if they require any assistance:

"How do you feel working for a robot?"
"Should the mayor be not human, I would fear he is a very inefficient one."

"Imports are taking our jobs!"
"An issue for the Porter, rather than I, I fear."

"There are raccoons stealing our food!"
"Miss April Ludgate will be able to answer that question."

Maybe nothing has changed.)

Comments

Re: INSTITUTE ; BIOLOGY

[solidorkable]

(He walks into class late (like he cares today) and sits right next to her. In reality, he actually abhors the subject, and while he tries his best to focus. But taxonomy of marine animals makes him slightly sick.)

[necronomicod]

Don't you think this is going to be exciting? Ohhh, I've been waiting for this class for months! I hope we get to dissect an anemone!

[solidorkable]

I fear that you would have to bear the burden of dissecting a creature. I have no stomach for it.

[necronomicod]

Aw, come on! There's nothing to worry about. Look, they'd already be dead!

[solidorkable]

I could not do it. (plus, who knows what bad juju wold befall him if he did such a thing.)

[necronomicod]

Oh, fine! If we get to do it, I'll be the one behind the medicinal slicer. Don't be such a queasy guppy!

[solidorkable]

By all means, you seem more enthusiastic. I would hate to rob you of it.

[necronomicod]

Great!

Wow, I hope we get to! It'll be a real bummer if we're doing something boring like textbook reading.

[solidorkable]

Perhaps we can reach a compromise? Should we have to dissect, then I shall let you have the honors. Should it be a lecture, I will happily take notes for you to copy.

[necronomicod]

Wow, really? You'd let me?

It's a deal!

[solidorkable]

I do not see why not! I trust your abilities to dissect and believe in me and my very detailed notes.

[necronomicod]

Okay, great!

...man, where's the teacher? I want to know what we're doing!

[solidorkable]

Forgive me if my hopes are that he canceled class. I have never been one to excel in science.

[necronomicod]

Aw, really? I think it's all sorts of interesting!

What subjects do you like, then?

[solidorkable]

History, art, civics - the less... (messy and gross subjects, he wants to say:) Interactive of subjects, I fear.

[necronomicod]

Oh. Well, uh, those aren't... bad subjects, you know!

I just like to get my fins dirty. Hands. Whatever.