Extra curricular

[aestrix]

The next class in pre-jump Earth literature occurs.

Frank is early, actually. He sits at his desk with a large smile on his face, greeting students by name despite the slight hints of red around his eyes and the prominent box of tissues that have mysteriously appeared within easy reach.

It is probable that he cried, but hard to prove considering the evidence.

Comments

[poll_the_stars]

"Me too," agrees Yvette.

[what_greater_weapon]

"Excellent. Then we can fix this. Any preferences for the type of food, or should we wander around looking for something delicious? I don't care, personally."

[thisvorlunatic]

Miles shrugs. "This is Beta Colony, whatever we find is bound to be inoffensive."

[poll_the_stars]

"That sounds like a challenge."

[what_greater_weapon]

"Clearly," says Sabine, "I must now find you the most offensive food."

[thisvorlunatic]

"Offensive to whom?"

[what_greater_weapon]

"That has yet to be decided."

[thisvorlunatic]

"Well it makes rather a lot of difference, doesn't it?"

[what_greater_weapon]

"It does, but I don't want to limit myself before I have properly surveyed my offensive food options."

[poll_the_stars]

"You must pick the best of the best of offensive foods?"

[what_greater_weapon]

"If I'm really trying for offensive I'll pick the worst. But I might have pity. You might get the best."

[thisvorlunatic]

"As long as it isn't offensive to me. I've had enough of that for one day today already."

[what_greater_weapon]

"I will offend other people," she assures him.

[thisvorlunatic]

"Carry on, then."

[what_greater_weapon]

"Certainly!"

She folds her flimsy up and slides it into a pocket of her trousers, before getting up to lead the way for food.

Getting up jostles her hair enough to reveal her earrings. They do not mark her as unavailable like her sister. Nor do they say 'Have sex with me now, ask me how!' They mark her as only comfortable with sex with someone she knows, and then proceed to state that she's not picky - male, female, hermaphrodite, any's fine. Just no random strangers, ever.

She seems completely unconcerned with Miles's opinion of what metal she puts in her ears - instead, she is on a mission to find offensive food. She leads the way.

"Oh, I know," she muses as they pass a restaurant advertising the best vat-grown meat the diner has ever had. She smiles a mischievous vulpine smile. "This way!"

[thisvorlunatic]

This is bound to be interesting. Miles follows.

(He sees the earrings but doesn't really pay attention to them. There are more important things on his mind.)

[poll_the_stars]

Halfway there, Yvette snorts.

"Really, Sabine? Really?"

[what_greater_weapon]

"Yes, really, I have to feed my protective older sister instinct somehow!"

[poll_the_stars]

Yvette rolls her eyes, amused.

"Right."

[thisvorlunatic]

"Should I be alarmed?"

[poll_the_stars]

"No," assures Yvette.

[what_greater_weapon]

"Do I seem alarming? I don't think I seem alarming."

[thisvorlunatic]

"Different people doing the same things with approximately the same demeanour can be very different degrees of alarming. Just ask Yvette what happens when I visit a science museum."

[poll_the_stars]

"Oh, she already knows."

[what_greater_weapon]

"Yep. I asked for entertaining details, it came up."