* LIKE A FORTUNE SOLD, [logan]

Logan was having a perfectly ordinary day, as ordinary as things could get in a place like the Academy anyway. Well, he'd broken up a fight between two kids earlier, but it had been a pretty pathetic excuse for a fight, considering they were both kind of scrappy ninth graders and neither of them were yet very good at controlling their elements at all. He hadn't bothered to send the two kids off to detention, something he was pretty sure they were grateful for or something, or at least they didn't shoot him any nasty looks as they skulked off in opposite directions. Other than that scuffle (or the pathetic excuse for one, anyway, by Academy standards) his day had gone by pretty normally. He'd actually just had lunch, and now it was his free period too -- they called it a "planning" period, but hell if Logan ever spent them actually planning classes ahead. That would mean that he was a little bit prepared for class sometimes, and that was pretty much never true. He mostly did what he felt like, and he was kind of lucky that he was a Home Economics teacher, because it required a good deal less planning than something important, like... say, Chemistry or Math something. Those things had to generally be taught in order. He was glad he had one of those good-for-nothing electives, to be honest.

He decided this time, though, that he would spend the period in his classroom, because there were a few other teachers on their planning periods or lunches too, and he never felt comfortable somehow around some of the teachers, particularly the older ones. They were always judging the fuck out of him or something, and while Logan would have probably started an argument or something in any other situation... well, he had a job now. So he left for his classroom, not bothering to say bye to anyone in the staff room, though he greeted a few of the students as they passed by. That seemed to be pretty much how everything happened these days with Logan. He got back to his classroom and had raised his key to the doorknob when he realized that it was already open -- huh, he must have forgotten to close it. He did that pretty often, actually... and sometimes he left the lights on too, so that didn't really bother him, but he definitely did not always leave the room smelling like baked goods, especially considering there'd been no baking going on today in his classes. He entered the classroom expecting maybe some of the ninth graders sneaking in to make cupcakes or something... and instead found an almost complete stranger. The girl, and the counter and table next to her, was covered in... something? He strongly suspected that this something was where the bakery-esque smell had been coming from. "What... what the hell happened here?" he asked, his mouth falling open.

Logan couldn't help but think that the girl in front of him had to be absolutely crazy. She definitely wasn't a student of his, he didn't think -- it was near the end of the year and it would actually be pretty sad and pathetic if he didn't know all of his students at this point, even the shy ones. She didn't seem very shy, anyway, so that was pretty unlikely. Plus, some of his students were pretty damn hopeless, but he didn't think that they would be able to make something explode like that. There had been a fire earlier in the semester, but apart from that, nothing terrible had happened (and, after all, this was a school for elementals -- the fire had been small and they'd been able to quickly put it out). This whole situation was, therefore, confusing him greatly. He realized only vaguely that his mouth was still hanging open and he probably looked like a dumbass, so he shut it, but still stared at the girl there like she was crazy. "Uh." He stopped, then started again. "How do you make a souffle bubble and explode?" That was actually impressive and a little frightening.

Her use of theatrics in showing how it'd blown up was kind of hilarious, though, and he couldn't help but grin, and then burst out laughing when she asked him not to tattle. Okay, so he probably looked like he was absolutely crazy, just strolling along into here and staring and then laughing like a maniac. Well, he chuckled more than he laughed like some kind of psycho, but hopefully the girl wasn't creeped out anyway. Logan was more than a little amused at the fact that she obviously had no idea in hell who he was, though. Pfft, tattling. He wouldn't have done that as a student, and now that he was a teacher, he definitely wasn't about to go running off to the principal or something stupid like that. If anything, he'd probably deal with it himself, but he was way too amused to actually tell the chick she was in trouble or something. "Yo, I don't need to go tattle," he told her once he'd stopped laughing. "Logan. Also known as Mr. Seok. Logan's cool." He would have gestured to the name on the door, but it was closed and the name plate was on the other side, obviously. "Home ec teacher, but uh... even I've never seen someone blow up a souffle before. You must have been really --" He paused to omit the word "fucking" from the sentence, just in case she was the type to go running around to other teachers, even though she was in no real position to be so, with what looked like the wreckage left after a bomb exploded around -- "hungry."

Her response obviously didn't really answer his question, or any of the others now coming up in his mind. Who was this girl? What was she doing here? Most importantly, had she put vinegar in with that baking soda in the souffle or something? If the answer to the last question was no, which he kind of hoped it was because the idea of a souffle with vinegar in it was kind of gross and horrifying, he didn't really know how that had happened. "Some talent," he said, still staring at her blankly like he had no idea what was going on... which, mostly, he actually didn't, so that was probably the end of that. Still, that really was pretty talented. "Eggs, huh?" he frowned, walking over to the mess, though he kept his distance, just in case there was another explosion about to happen around the girl or something. (She'd blown up a souffle. He wouldn't put it past her to have random explosions around her all the time.) "Well... unless you microwaved the eggs... And forgot to crack them open first..." He'd never heard of baked goods just suddenly exploding, but hey, maybe she could teach him how she'd managed something like that. He stuck a finger into a bit of the mess of cream everywhere and then licked it kind of hesitantly, but found that it was actually pretty good. Except for the fact that she'd managed to make it explode, the girl apparently at least kind of knew what she was doing.

He didn't know why she was laughing, but he wasn't bothered enough to question it, so he just laughed until he was laughed out. He did wave a hand when she seemed to come to a kind of understanding, though, because she seemed kind of nervous. On a bad day, he might have chewed her out for what she'd done, made her clean it up, and then sent her off to detention to teach her not to do that type of thing again... but Logan wasn't having too bad a day, and hey, the situation was pretty funny. Plus, she seemed some crazy levels of nervous, and even he wasn't cruel enough to subject her to even more punishment. "Yeah, yeah," he said, brushing off the apology (or many apologies...) and grinning a little bit at the girl. It was obvious that she was a student, but also obvious that she wasn't one of his. That sucked. Her explosions would be fun in class, he was pretty sure, though also kind of annoying. "Happens," he said with a shrug, before going on, "but yeah, cleaning it up would be good. The next class might just laugh at you if they see it." His next period class was one of his rarer groups of twelfth graders, actually, so they were slightly better than the younger ones... most of them, at least. "Though yo, what, why wouldn't you eat lunch?" As a home economics teacher, and a guy who just really liked food, he never did like or approve of skipping meals... not that most people took Logan's opinions seriously, which was understandable.

There were only so many ways eggs could be faulty. They were just eggs, after all. Then again, Logan hadn't been that good at cooking back in his day either (and, to be fair, he wasn't anything special now, just some guy who'd studied similar things in college and was technically qualified to teach it at the Academy) and "faulty eggs" sounded exactly like the kind of excuse he'd have given someone. He'd also have been the type to break into home ec classrooms to make himself snacks, actually. "What, like the farmer put explosives in there or something?" he asked blankly. Why the hell would a farmer do that? It seemed like a kind of stupid idea to Logan, but hey, he didn't actually know any farmers -- he'd grown up in Alberta, but in the city. He was sure he'd met a few farmers in his lifetime, but it wasn't the kind of thing he ever asked about, whether or not people were farmers. That was just weird. "Tastes normal, though, so at least it's still good," he said, not really the type to hand compliments often, but hey, he would have eaten this stuff if it weren't just dripping all over the counters and floor and... everything now, actually. He didn't know what some of these kids did in here sometimes. "Except for the part where it blew up, I guess. That'd probably take away like 50 points." He didn't know what this points system was, but Logan didn't usually know what he was talking about anyway.

Logan would have laughed at her too, to be fair -- actually, he kind of already had -- if he'd walked in and seen a girl surrounded by an exploded pastry. He wouldn't blame the students at all, but luckily it was still the first half of this period -- students wouldn't be coming in for a while. "Hey, it is hilarious." He was never one to avoid laughing at something just because it'd be at someone else's expense... but then again, he was kind of an all-around offensive guy. There would probably be an entire crowd of people lined up to slap him in the face if the opportunity ever came up for them. Cleaning was quite possibly his least favourite thing to do in the whole world, though, so rather than help as she started taking paper towels to everything, he hopped up on a nearby clean counter and watched. Maybe he should help... Eh, he really didn't want to, honestly. He did, at least, hold the roll of paper towels out to her as she wiped at everything. "Wait, what? How many times have you done this?" Most worryingly was the fact that he'd never actually noticed or walked in on this before, actually. He should really pay more attention, but hey, maybe if he had then he wouldn't be in this hilarious situation right now with this girl (whose name he still didn't know) and what remained of her soufflé. "Guess that's cool though, I'm just lucky I get to eat whenever I want in here... Wait." He looked at her a little more confused now. It was probably still weird that he didn't even know her name. "Who are you, anyway?"

Logan had no idea why any farmers would want to put explosives in eggs. For one thing, they could probably be sued or something by the people or stores who bought them, and for another, it was just a really... really stupid waste of eggs when they blew up. "Pretty sure that'd be a really stupid idea for him, but whatever, I guess farmers can do what the hell they want." Logan hadn't been on a farm in years; when he had been, he was pretty sure that it'd actually been for a field trip or something. He didn't remember the details very well, actually, only that he'd been jumping off of a few stacked bales of hay, and he'd gotten in a pretty decent amount of trouble for that. Oh, Logan was quite a talented dude, alright. He just nodded in response to her explanation, or at least her kind of terrible excuse for one, but hey, he wasn't going to judge her too much for that. He'd made up a fair number of excuses in his day, too... "Nah... I think not coming out right would be if it wasn't sweet enough or something. This is way past not coming out right." He wasn't trying to be rude, but Logan was quite possibly a little more abrasive than he needed to ever be.

Logan was a teacher, unfortunately for Nell. The job had made him pretty aware of people when they were trying to be sketchy or hide something, because students were notorious for doing it, or at least for attempting to do so. He wasn't actually a very aware person usually (in fact, most people would probably call him dense and oblivious at best) but, perhaps because Nell wasn't actually that secretive or anything, this was pretty easy to figure. "Is 'a few times' like an 'every day' thing?" Now he was seriously wondering how he'd yet to figure it out. Seriously, it wasn't like he never spent his free periods or lunches in here. Maybe the girl had just gotten really, really lucky. "Or is it a few times like this is the second or third time or something?" Nah, that definitely wasn't the case considering how shifty she looked right now. When he was bombarded with more apologizing, though (or at least that was how it felt for Logan, who pretty much never apologized for being a dick and had probably forgotten how at this point), he just gave a kind of non-committal sound. "Yo... Chill," he said, pointing the paper towel roll at her like it was a symbol of authority. "Seriously, it's cool. It's kind of a waste if no one uses the stuff in here anyway, since most kids who take this class kind of suck at it..." Well, it wasn't really most, but he could be allowed to exaggerate. "Though..." He got an idea that was kind of terrible. "You know what'd be awesome?"

The more she said "B and E", the worse this whole thing kind of sounded, but Logan was too amused at her and the entire situation to really think about it too much. Plus, really, if she'd found the door unlocked (which he guessed she had, considering the door hadn't been smashed up or anything and there wasn't really another way in) was it really breaking? He didn't think so. "I'm pretty sure you wouldn't introduce yourself to someone if you broke into their house or something," he pointed out, though it was kind of irrelevant to the big picture. "Oh, graduate," he said in comprehension, nodding slowly. That did make sense. No wonder he didn't recognize her. He really only knew the high schoolers, for the most part, except for a few choice college kids. He supposed he'd know a few more of them next year if any of his twelfth grade students opted for college here too. "Yeah... Logan, but you knew that," he said, remembering that he'd already introduced himself earlier. Eh, that was okay. He didn't bother with the entire 'Mr. Seok' thing this time. It wasn't even like she was an actual student of his or ever would be -- Logan had no intentions of moving up or anything. He was okay where he was, and becoming a college professor or something would probably require way more studying and schooling than he was prepared to undergo. This was, though, coming from the moron who'd ended up with a job that required spending all day at a school.

(wooooah idk why it's so long all of a sudden lol. lots of logan muse, i guess! feel free not to match it. )

Logan didn't know any Mythbusters, because he wasn't the type to watch the Discovery Channel or anything like that, but he did know a tiny bit about a different type of "busters". "When there's something strange in your neighbourhood, who you gonna call?" he half-said, half-sang -- seriously, Logan wasn't the type to suddenly break into song or something, but he did have an easily-distracted mind. He only expected that she would be able to answer the question or something, but it was possible that she wouldn't. He never knew with these kids these days, though really he wasn't that much older than the high schoolers. "Wait, you didn't even say Ghostbusters before..." he said after that, trailing off a little bit as he came to this realization. What had she said? He wasn't even sure, actually... "Mythbusters? I think I saw those guys on TV once." It was probably only once, though, because while the episode had had tons of exploding things and guns and what-not, he definitely wasn't much of a science person. The time he'd seen this episode had probably also been at around four in the morning one day when he'd been flipping through the channels because damn it sometimes he got bored and didn't want to sleep, okay, so he probably wasn't the best person to ask about this kind of thing.

War, eh? He tried to think. Who was at war right now? There were only five elements, but he had always been kind of shitty at keeping track off that kind of thing, partly because he was a Wind and partly because hell, he just had a terrible memory. Now as a teacher, he had a third excuse -- he just didn't really care about high schoolers' problems when it came to that, especially considering he'd only ever rarely had to deal with that type of thing. Admittedly he'd gotten along best with Waters out of the other four elements, because they seemed to be the most fun yet relaxed, without taking things too seriously. Other than that, though, he'd definitely had his fair share of friends in other elements too. It was different depending on each person. To head back to the present, though he was pretty sure that it was Fire and Earth at war, but he really couldn't be sure. "Guess it makes sense," he said finally, shrugging this off. "What element are you, anyway, that you're at war?" He wasn't really bothered, either, when she snorted at what he'd said. Subtle things like that kind of bounced off of Logan -- he was only really bothered by a few things, but it was sort of difficult to judge that type of thing. "Eh, they're teenagers, can't expect much out of 'em," he said. He wasn't sure how old she was, but hey, most students would have probably actually agreed with him. Only a handful were actually good. Most were just decent. Some were really, really bad. "Uh, nutrition and stuff like that sometimes... Kitchen safety and random stuff... Mostly that boring stuff. Cooking is better." Obviously they didn't cook every day, though. There were also some things about families and stuff like that, but most of his classes had to do more with the actual food. Then again, Logan really wasn't a super great teacher.

"Pancakes," he said simply, when she seemed unable to come up with a guess at what would be awesome. "You should totally make me -- us, whatever -- pancakes." He could totally get behind having the girl making him pancakes during her spare period... Actually, he could totally get behind having someone making him pancakes whenever. "For like, I dunno, privilege to use this room whenever you want or something." He was kind of just spouting bullshit without a real purpose in mind, but hey, he didn't know the girl that well! Maybe she'd go for it. It wasn't like it was that bad, unless she just really hated pancakes or something. "Pretty much," he said with a smirk and a nod at what she said. "I think if you were straight-up about it they'd be a lot more chill with you taking their stuff." That was actually pretty unlikely, especially when it was something like a couch, considering those things were pretty expensive and junk. Well, unless they'd dragged it out of a dumpster or something, but if they'd gone to that trouble they'd probably also object to its being stolen. "Nah, no grads," he confirmed. "Just high school. Mostly nines and tens, but there are a couple of others too." That was mostly because in the younger grades, students were more likely to choose random slacker courses. Home Ec was a perfect slacker course. Logan set the paper towels back down on the counter, now that it didn't seem she would need the much anymore. The mess had been kind of ridiculous, but she was a pretty efficient cleaner or something. "That's good. Though, uh, what's your plan for dealing with like... your clothes and stuff?" She was kind of a mess too.

Damn straight they'd call the Ghostbusters. In this case, he didn't think it would help them, not unless they really stretched it. Soufflés blowing up wasn't exactly a normal thing though, so maybe that counted as something that was strange in their neighbourhood. Granted, he didn't actually live here, but the students did -- just not in this very classroom. He didn't think anybody did, anyway. There were perfectly good dorms for that. "Exactly," he said, as if she'd just said something very intelligent rather than just quoted a really well-known movie theme. "Yeah, well... they might be cooler if they had Bill Murray." He didn't know what the actual two's names were (one started with a J, he was pretty sure... James?) but he did know the Ghostbusters pretty well. Yo, that movie was boss.

Earths and Fires. That meant he had been right! Hell yeah. Logan: 1, life: 0. Well... okay, it was more like life: 256, Logan: 1, but damn it, he was making up the rules around here. Regarding the war, though, he felt that it was somehow kind of unfair for the Fire to be picking on Earths... probably because they were kind of scary and Earths, in his experience, folded against that kind of thing. They avoided conflict or something, so he wasn't even really sure how a war with those guys worked, but hey, whatever. The fact that they were at war wasn't surprising, though -- the alliances had always kind of been like that, but Logan, like most Winds, had always just dicked around and done whatever he wanted. "Attrition?" he asked, not really sure what she meant. It might have helped if he knew what the word meant. Vocabulary wasn't a strong point of Logan's, and he... never really pretended to be good at things when he wasn't. Well, okay, he had in the past to impress girls and stupid things like that but at this point he was pretty secure in the fact that, uh, he just wasn't the most intellectual of people. How he had become a teacher was beyond most of his co-workers, he was pretty sure. "Yeah, most of 'em do," he agreed with a casual shrug. "Some of them are obnoxious as hell, though." Maybe he shouldn't be calling his students obnoxious in front of her... Oh well, it was too late now. "Yeah. There'd be a stack of paperwork to do if they did cut off a finger or something." In all seriousness, though, that was the last thing he wanted. Logan was kind of an idiot and not much of a teacher, but he wasn't quite that terrible.

She seemed kind of confused at his suggestion, but he at least thought it was a really good one. Didn't it work out for both of them? Yep. Pancakes," he confirmed, then grinned when she agreed. Sometimes, he thought he was kind of a genius. Then he remembered that if he were a genius he wouldn't have gone to college to study what was basically a fancier name for Home Ec... nor would he have almost flunked out of said study in his Junior year. Almost was the operating word, though. "Sure. Just, uh... Hope you don't get in trouble with any of the other teachers, I guess. I mean, I don't think they'd come in here for any reason but if they do just tell 'em you have my permission." He was pretty sure he was the only one with real jurisdiction over what students did in this room, and there was nothing that dangerous about stoves, at least not when they were in capable hands. Nell was a graduate, too, which he thought kind of meant that some of these "safety" rules didn't apply to her anymore. "Oh... and I'm pretty sure you can't make pancakes explode, but... y'know." He'd burnt many a pancake in his day, but explosions? Nah. "Well... okay. I'd offer help or something but I don't really keep a stock of women's clothing in here." Or anywhere. That would probably be pretty weird. "And uh... sure. Try not to blow things up again and all of that." He didn't know where this awkwardness had come from, but hey, that was okay. He definitely wasn't the type of teacher to flip his shit over something like this, unless he was blamed for it or something.