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Post by NELL DOE DALE on May 11, 2012 19:28:24 GMT -5
Nell had a bit of a problem with snacking. She was hungry all the time. Not starving hungry, but hungry enough that her stomach rumbling was loud enough to cause a disruption in class. One such occassion was sitting in Ancient Philosophy, and she slid down in her seat, one hand over her stomach as she looked around shiftily. Did anyone notice that? She kept writing her notes, now acutely aware of her hungry. The girl would not stop just because of a little pain. Persevere! Carry on! Remember the Alamo! She wrinkled her eyebrows when it happened once again, and the girl sitting next to her glanced over with an amused expression. Just as she thought her stomach was going to claw out of its cage, the bell rung and she gathered her books together, slinging the messenger bag over her shoulder.
This was her free period, and she knew exactly what she was going to do with it. Having only been going to the Academy for two years, she didn't know much about it still. She even got lost in it from time to time, but that was only to be expected. Nell didn't wander in her own home for fear that she wouldn't know where she ended up. "Home ec, where are you?" she sing-songed as she walked down the hallway. Most students were back in their classes by then, the ones that had classes anyway. She wandered down the hallways until she saw the door number. Aha. She'd never had the class, but she knew where it was and what she wanted from it. The door was actually opened, and smiled. Perfect. Stepping inside, she dropped her messenger bag in one of the seats and started looking through cabinets.
Luckily, the ingredients for her desired food was there. It would have been just as easy to go down to the mess hall, but she enjoyed cooking. It was going well until she pulled it out of the oven, noticing that it was bubbling and that it should not be doing that. "What in the..." She didn't get to finish her statement before it erupted like a volcano, spraying cream and egg whites all over the place. The girl blinked as she wiped her face, sticking a finger in her mouth. "Tastes good," she noted as she pursed her lips. Setting the dish down on the counter, she looked at the nearby table covered in souffle, the stovetop, the counter. Nell thought the only messes she could make were in the chem lab, but apparently she was exceptional in the kitchen as well.
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Post by logan on May 12, 2012 12:50:07 GMT -5
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.
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on May 12, 2012 15:12:38 GMT -5
Nell swiveled at the voice, paper towels in her hands. It was a man, looking older than her but she couldn't tell by how many years. Was he a student? It didn't really matter with how hard her heart was beating, considering she had been caught redhanded. She wasn't supposed to be in here, after all. Pretty much waltzed inside like she belonged. That would be all right if she knew who the classroom belonged to and if she'd been given permission to--like going into Matt and Sandra's place--but she obvously did not know who the person standing before her was. "See, what had happened was," she started, not at all suspicious, "I was trying to make a souffle. And it started, uhm...bubbling." Nell looked around her, and wiped at her face again to try and get more of the cream off. "And then it just went boom!" She threw her arms out wide. "Exploded." Nell nodded her head a few times. It was the truth, but it didn't sound very together, did it? What else would she be doing in here, though? Vandalism, she thought. With the mess it could certainly be considered as much. But all she wanted t do was bake!
Wiping her hands off on her jeans and leaving smears of chocolate, she once again looked at the mess she had created like a robber who had been caught outside the bank. "Uhm...can you know...not tattle on me or anything?" Her eyes were wide and innocent, unassuming. Not even to help further her pleading, they were naturally huge and when she knew she was busted for something and in the process of cleaning it up, they just increased in size. "I'm not supposed to be in here, I just got really hungry and I like to cook and..." She bit her lip. Did that sound weird? She hoped it didn't sound weird or suspicious, considering there was a mess hall where food was cooked for the students. She simply enjoyed making the food herself. It was in her blood, and hell, she just liked food. She held up her hand, pointing to the man with one of the paper towels balled up in her fist. "Who are you?" she asked slowly, tilting her head a bit. She was thinking him to be a student, which made her wonder why he was in there. Did he also have a souffle to bake?
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Post by logan on May 14, 2012 15:36:54 GMT -5
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."
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on May 14, 2012 18:10:25 GMT -5
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Post by logan on May 17, 2012 21:09:08 GMT -5
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.
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on May 18, 2012 15:35:49 GMT -5
Nell kept a hand next to her head, still flashing her teeth in a very innocent smile. The kind of smile that said, “Little ol’ me? Why, I was doing nothing of the sort! I am aghast!” Could this be considered a crime? Her brushes with the law proved she didn’t have a very good grip on it. She tittered a little, since he did have a very good point. The eggs wouldn’t really have caused it unless she didn’t crack them open or something like that, and she was pretty sure that she had not done that. By his knowledge, she could tell that he really was a home ec teacher. She played with the ring on her finger as she let her eyes wander in thought. She couldn’t come up with anything, sadly. She wasn’t completely confident in everything, but she really did not have an explanation. ”Faulty eggs?” she suggested as a joke. There had to be a reason. Or maybe whatever higher power there was didn’t like her. ”Or some other part of the recipe I might have gotten wrong. I really go off memory.” And she liked to invent some things to throw in herself. Did she add anything to the souffle that wasn’t in the original recipe? She didn’t think so. There was nothing she could really add.
He brushed off her apology pretty quickly, and she guessed that was a good thing. Did he really not mind? With her naivete, she decided to trust him immediately. He didn’t seem like a bad guy, not at all. And he was a teacher, as well. That meant he wouldn’t lie about something like that. Happens. Yeah, it kind of did. A lot. She used the paper towels to whip off her face. ”Yeah, yeah, a hilarious sight,” she said with mock reluctance. She got more paper towels to whip down the counter as he spoke. Someone else might have asked him to help, but she wouldn’t do anything like that. It was her mess, she needed to clean it up. ”I would,” she told him, not so much nervous anymore, though the thing she wanted to say next made her wonder if it even should be spoken aloud. ”I’ve been uh…been breaking in. For a little while. To cook.” Not a blushing person, she merely bit her lip before scrubbing harder with a wet paper towel. ”I eat lunch in the mess hall but sometimes…I get hungry during other periods.” And she was a girl who loved both food and cooking. Couldn’t really blame her, right? Or maybe Mr. Seok could.
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Post by logan on May 20, 2012 10:21:21 GMT -5
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?"
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on May 21, 2012 15:46:49 GMT -5
She gestured with her arms wide and smiled, seeming pleased by his claim. "Yes. That is it. The farmer put explosives in the eggs." It would certainly make her feel better about the situation, now wouldn't it? She felt like crap about it now, what with the fact that she kind of messed up a random person's classroom. Guilt assaulted her gut like a boxer with a punching bag. She couldn't help the fact that she always worried about others and what they thought. It was just...what she did. "Yeah," she murmured, picking up the whisk she'd left on the counter. "I don't know. I guess one of those freak accidents." Or maybe the fact that she had a penchant for fucking things up. She thought it only counted toward her relationships with people, but clearly, it also came through in food. Nell swallowed. "Fifty points?" She snorted as if acknowledging this. "Well, I guess it's only right. Considering...you know...it didn't come out right." That was a true understatement, but she was good at that. She didn't like to make big deals out of anything, she was a very calm person when the situation called for it. It shone through when she quickly simmered down after being caught at the crime scene with the weapon and all. Nell in the home ec classroom with a souffle, like a Clue game.
Nell didn't think anything of the fact that he didn't politely help out. In her world, she'd rather people be honest and tell her they didn't like this or that then cast her a strained smile and hold out an insincere hand. The dorms had showers, she could definitely clean herself up there. She didn't use them much anymore since she lived in the Hollow, but she still hung around inside them. It was where her family gathered, and it was always easier to practice in the warmer climate. She coughed in that inconspicuous, 'you know you did something wrong' way. "A few times." She liked to eat lunch with Josh, but he could be busy sometimes and even though she had lots of friends to chill with, the call of the oven always claimed her. "I really am sorry, I'll stop using it! I won't make food anymore, I'll just go to the mess hall!" Mr. Seok went undeterred in his conversation until he stopped short and she blinked, her bangs shifting as she pulled her head back. Her hand paused on the counter. "Oh jeez, b and e and didn't even introduce myself." Maybe she should stop saying that. It made it sound even worse. "I'm Nell. An Earth graduate. I'd uh, shake your hand. But that wouldn't be really good." Not when it was still covered in cream. "I...guess that should have been in order...a while ago."
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Post by logan on May 22, 2012 18:20:51 GMT -5
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. )
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on May 22, 2012 19:05:37 GMT -5
Nell shrugged, small smile still on her face. She didn't know much about farmers, she was from the city. All she knew was that they grew things. Maybe a lot of them were Earth elementals. It sounded like an Earthie kind of job, in her eyes. They grew plants and food and all that. Huh. It sounded like quite the interesting career. How did one become a farmer, anyway? Oh snap, her mind was wandering, she needed to get back on track. Right, souffle. Logan making fun of her souffle and her souffle making talents. He was lucky she took things all in stride. She wondered if anyone else would have popped him or something. "Well, we'll leave this one to the Mythbusters, I guess. Or some other investigative team better suited for this than us. Because obviously, this is something we do not have an answer for." She really didn't know how to diagnose it, honestly. It was just...strange. She'd seen a lot of strange things in her life, but the world never ceased to surprise her. That was most certainly a good thing, even if it meant exploded souffles.
She lifted her eyebrows, scratched the back of her head. Oh dear, oh dear. Should this be added onto her list of crimes? Murder, fugitive, illegal alien, underage bartender, all the other petty crimes that she had been unaware that she had been committing... "More like...one in a little while...when I want to avoid the mess hall kind of thing. You know, war and all makes things tough." It was a shame, really. If her friends wanted her around, better believe she'd be right there. But if there was no need, she'd rather not be caught up in another fight like the one with Altair and Chase. She nodded. "Yeah, I'm chill. Cool and all that." She made a wave motion with her arms as if to emphasize this. Nell snorted, but covered her mouth after, realizing it might have been rude. Dropping her hand, she asked, "Your students not too good, I guess?" She wondered if he'd ever experienced blown up food before this. She'd love to hear food stories. "What else do you teach in home ec?" Nell never had the class, so she wouldn't know. But then he said something of interest, and she tilted her head like a curious dog. "No idea," she said.
Nell laughed at what he said. If she ever broke into someone's house (she could think of no good reason as to why she would, but who knew what would happen) she wondered if she'd introduce herself. Sometimes she was too polite. "Could you imagine? Hey, just hear to check out your digs. Gotta nice couch, think I'm gonna take it." Worse cat burglar in history, she would have have to think. Nell raised her eyebrows at the reaction, smile still on her face. She scrunched up some more paper towels. "Do you not teach graduates?" It did sound like it made him realize something about the situation, and she was curious of it. Nell laughed when he repeated his introduction. She liked to laugh, but if it was inappropriate, she would refrain. As long as it wasn't one of those nervous laughter reactions. It happened to a lot of people, but she was usually so well kept together that she didn't have reactions like that. "Good to meet you again," she said jokingly as she turned on the sink. "Think I'm almost done with this..." She murmured. Her body clean up would be something else entirely.
[what was that about not having to match? >>]
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Post by logan on May 26, 2012 22:55:43 GMT -5
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.
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on May 27, 2012 13:28:20 GMT -5
When he started in on the Ghostbusters theme song, she had to keep her lips from twitching into a smile. "Ghostbusters," she responded matter-of-factly. "You call the Ghostbusters." It could be said that she watched too many movies. She did too much of a lot of things, actually, but she didn't see anything necessarily wrong with it. She learned a lot from movies. Nell did smile now, though it shone with more amusement than anything. "Yeah, Mythbusters. Don't recall Bill Murray being on that team." Two guys instead of three. And they didn't do much of ghostbusting, she didn't think. Well, they did crack down on some myths. She didn't watch as much television as she did movies, but it was just a daily part of her schedule. A lot of times she ended up watching television when hanging out at her friends' houses unless she could come up with something better.
Needless to say, Nell was a pacifist. It was in her DNA, she supposed. As an Earth, she liked to keep her hands clean. As a person, as well, since not everything had to deal with the elements. Done a wonderful job of keeping your hands clean. She tried to make the thought go away. Luckily, she had an A plus in repression, Logan should know. She got good grades in every area of mental trauma. "Earths at war with Fire right now," she said. "More like Fire is picking fights with anyone from our element they can. It's kind of a war of attrition now." Sure, the Earths could fight back, but it was actually very effective to just let Fire exhaust themselves into lethargy as they keep throwing out their attacks. Technically, Nell was still a teenager being nineteen-years-old. "They have potential," she stated. She worked hard in her high school...year, considering she had a lot of make up work to do. "Sounds like a fun class," she said. A class for food. Oh yes, she liked that. "Cooking is always better. Though you know, kitchen safety is important. Don't want anyone cutting anything off." She was one to talk, with her constant array of band-aids from nicking herself whenever cutting something with a knife.
Nell blinked. "Pancakes," she repeated after him. It was a little random. Of all the food, he wanted...pancakes? "Okay. I can do pancakes." She could even make them from scratch. They weren't the hardest thing to make, she liked doing them for breakfast. Well, when she could cook. The whole staff deal was still jarring after how many months now? She didn't think she'd ever get used to living in a mansion. Her eyes brightened. "Wow, that's awesome. Thanks." It was amazing that it could work out like this, that he'd actually be willing to let her use his classroom after doing...this. She shrugged at his comment of them being cooler about taking stuff politely. "Unless, you know, you're stealing the family jewels." Anything, really. With her, she'd feel the need to allow someone to take her things, but that was because she didn't want to get in anyone's way. "Ah," she answered when Logan said that he didn't teach graduates. It would actually make sense that if he had taught grads, they would have met. This was the perfect course for her. And plus, she was constantly changing her classes Nell held up her arms again, looking down at the rest of her clothes. "The clothes...well, I'll borrow some from a friend. I guess I'll have to shower in the dorms." It'll be fun walking through the hallways like this, for sure. "So uh...thank you for being so understanding." He certainly didn't blow a head gasket like other teachers might have.
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Post by logan on May 27, 2012 21:30:20 GMT -5
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.
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on May 27, 2012 23:57:45 GMT -5
Nell liked to consider herself quite the movie afficianado, so she could agree on matters of Ghostbusters. Especially Bill Murray. He was a great actor and she liked every movie he'd been in. Especially Caddyshack. She was even a fan of Garfield, go figure. There was rarely something that she actually didn't like, especially when it came from actors that she had a fondness of. "I think they're pretty cool," she told him as if to defend the Mythbusters. They were dorks, but they were the good kind of dorks. Well, she didn't think there was a bad kind of dork. Everyone had a little dorkiness in them, after all. You weren't human if you didn't have something you fawned over.
She was somewhat surprised that Logan was a teacher and didn't know what the word attrition was. Well, she guessed that's why he wasn't a history teacher. She wasn't one to doubt someone's intelligence based on that. "Basically it's like the Fires keep on attacking us in hopes that we'll wear down. But they're gonna run out of fire power. No pun intended." Since they weren't killing anyone, it wasn't exactly like a war. But it was pretty damn close. She was just hoping that this thing could end so she wouldn't have to see anyone else going to the medical wing, Fire or Earth. It was funny having an authority figure speak with such candidness. She rarely got such a thing with her own teachers. "You should teach graduates. A lot of them want to be in the classes they're in." The reason the high schoolers probably acted out was because they didn't want to be in there. But she didn't know, she wasn't a psychologist. Nell laughed at the paperwork comment, hoping that that would never happen to Logan. Or to the poor student who lopped off their finger.
Pancakes. She was still wondering at that, but hey, the guy liked his pancakes. Who was she to judge? Nell's instinctive reaction to Logan's words was to keep this a secret. It was what she naturally did it. She was a locked chest full of them, this could be just another. But then she realized this wasn't something she needed to keep secret. He was a teacher, as long as she had his permission. "All right, will do," she responded to him. She was certainly more at ease with the situation now, any trace of awkwardness in her having vanished. "I'm much better with the stove top," she assured Logan. She'd leave the baking to Josh unless she got drunk enough to risk a souffle again. Which didn't happen often thanks to the fact her history of alcohol presented the argument that she should never drink. "Be kind of weird if there was," she said about women's clothing. Hell, she'd be fine with men's clothing, even. But she wasn't about to ask Logan for the clothes off his back. She gave the man a mock salute. "I'll try my best." By avoiding souffles, of course.
[guess we can end this~?]
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