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Join Date: Jul 2011 Location: Bikini Bottom
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Hogwarts RPG Name:
Roman Gellar
Slytherin Seventh Year
Hogwarts RPG Name:
Arden Toros
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|  We don't even know. A Poop * k8 *
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Originally Posted by Lottiepot  The first astronomy lesson had been pretty good, very physics based and so the blonde was able to keep up easily with her classmates. She hoped this lesson would replicate this and meet her expectations. She'd liked the Professor too, he was enthusiastic and clearly into his job unlike others probably were. She entered the classroom swiftly after using the lint roller. Layla's uniform was usually pretty dust free anyway but no harm in doing it anyway.
As she stepped onto the premises she immediately noticed the lack of a professor in the room. Interesting and a little quizzical but perhaps he had some over-the-top welcome to make as he entered. Eh. She didn't really care.
The food was also a pretty obvious sight but Layla very much doubted whether she'd be able to eat anything anyway. She was a particularly fussy eater and stuck to incredibly healthy dinners. So far a lot of the teachers had offered unhealthy snacks full of uneccesary sugars and quite frankly a load of rubbish. She wouldn't touch them with a ten foot barge pole. She HADNT eaten but she didn't really expect to eat much here anyway.
The Ravenclaw found her way to Clara and Eden because she didn't really know anyone else here. And weirdly she didn't fancy sitting alone today. She offered them half smiles before folding her arms on the table. "Hey" she spoke glancing at the contents of their desks. Quote:
Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie The ominous thump of leather soles against stone floor echoed through the corridor and into the laboratory as the. Perhaps he should have kept that Lost Boy's map instead of dismissing it when it did not show the location of Hangman's Tree upon it. It was bad form to be late to a previous scheduled engagement and, according to the strange calendar looking thing in his quarters, he was that. Very much so.
Clutching a few parchments in his hand, the Captain sneered as he stepped into the room and saw it to be filled with Lost Boys...and Lost Girls. What kind of rubbish had his dedication to good form gotten him into this time? Educating these parasitic sacks of entrails....
Using his hook to scratch the stone wall just outside, releasing a teeth-gritting and skin crawling noise into the air, his sneer turned into a smile that caused his mustache to wiggle. "Greetings and salutations................children," he said with forced pleasantries as he removed his hat and hung it, along with the bird cage containing his very special prison, on one of the now empty hangers by the door. "Jas. Hook at your service, but you all are to refer to me as Captain." He strut towards the front of the room, running his hook along the table tops and scratching them up as he went. "I will be your substitute instructor today ONLY because it is in good form to adhere to the schedule I discovered previously. NOT because I want to be here."
Nearly at the front of the room now, the Captain stopped quite suddenly and spun around in place before sinking his hook into the table where a young boy (natethegreat) was sitting. "Tell me, boy, do your eyes not work? Or hast thou simply forgotten thy manners?" Without saying another word, the Captain reached into the boy's pocket and pulled out the apple he had stolen and set it on the table while remaining hunched over. "Stealing from your Captain? Tsk tsk tsk...it's the plank for you boy!" And then he slammed his hook into the apple, screwing it, and took a large bite out of the apple as he stood up straight. "But it would be bad form to deny you a bit of education before you meet thy doom, so you shall walk the plank after this lesson is complete."
Taking a few more bites out of the juicy red apple, his forget-me-not blue eyes returned to the parchment in his hand and he read from it for a few moments before looking back at the sea of vacant expressions. "I have read that you have studied something called geocide previously...with particular attention to asteroid collisions..." What ever in Neverland all that was. He did not care enough to ask them to explain these things in detail either. None of it related to him or his still missing crew. Perhaps...he could recruit some of these sorry excuses for maggots to join him on the Jolly Roger...
"It also says here that you may...eat whatever it is that is in those strange looking parcels on your tables." And there was a dismissive wave with his hook (apple still attached) as he said this. "I am also meant to ask you if anyone can inform me why the date February 20, 1947 is significant." Which was rather odd to ask considering the answer was written right there below the question on the piece of parchment.
Poorly written handwriting, for the record.
The Captain was not yet aware that his very obsession was sitting just within a leap and his hook's reach. Not yet anyway.
OOC: class has officially started! Please do not post arriving late unless you are willing to face the IC consequences 
Also, please assume that Professor Flamsteed taught a few lessons on asteroids between the first RPed lesson and this one.
Class will hopefully continue approximately 12-14 hours from the time of this post. Quote:
Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie
Apple discarded into a rubbish bin, he stood tapping his boot against the ground impatiently for answers, the Captain looked at the piece or parchment and read over the next step to the lesson plan when he was almost completely caught off guard.
"Well well well, if it isn't Peter Pan. My great and worthy opponent," he sneered as he twisted his hook in the air. "Lost your Wendy, have you? That is quite the pity." As for his claim to the Lost Boys, it seemed like the one boy wasn't the only one who needed his eyes checked. They were ALL AROUND YOU, PAN. "Bad form, Peter, standing on a desk like that with nothing but a twig to fight me with."
YOU GAMES OF MAKE BELIEVE WILL NOT SAVE YOU NOW, PETER PAN. PREPARE TO MEET THY DOOM!
Before he could taught his nemesis further, or act on his thoughts, the same blind poor with bad form was speaking again and spouting off complete rubbish. He clearly needed his ears checked as well. Peter Pan was not his captain and therefore stealing from him was all in good form. The cocky brat deserved it.
"If you are going challenge me to a duel, you could have at least done so in the corrected civilized for. En garde, street rat. En garde." He eyed their shoes on the table and sticks in there hands. "Bad form! Bad form indeed! No standing on tables like that!"
And oooooooooh what he would give to have a proper go at Peter Pan right now...but he was out numbered and not a fool. Plus, he had this civic duty he had to attend to - this whole teaching duty. But he would be recruiting during this. Oh yes. By the time all this was done he would have his own crew and THEN, Peter Pan, thy doom would come!
One eye always watching Peter Pan, his threatening gaze fell on the next voice that spoke and all of a sudden a wide grin spread across the man's features. That tone of concern for his well-being and nourishment. Yes. Yes FINALLY he had been found! "SMEEEEEEE!" he declared, arms spread out wide as he marched towards the source of the voice...only to find that there were two young ladies sitting there. And no Smee.
She could be his replacement.
"You there," he said, pointing his hook to the one wearing the badge. "You shall be my first mate and you," he said as he turned to the other girl. "You shall be my boatswain. Congratulations are in order." And he gave the two of them some quick applause. "Now you, New Smee. Your first order of business is to polish my sword," he said as he reached into his scabbard and tossed it at her (which was nothing more than Professor Flamsteed's wand. No real sword). "I want to see my reflection in that by the end of the day."
Now that that had been settled, the Captain's gaze fell on another one of the Lost Boys. Another that showed clear promise in his interest with his struggle to best the Pan.
"No, but tell me, boy. Hast thou ever considered being a pirate?" There were plenty of openings.
And this one. Yes. He quite liked her bloodthirsty way of thinking. She would do nicely in the war against Peter Pan - still watching you. Always watching you, boy.
"Join my crew aboard the Jolly Roger and I shall make sure you get your axe," he promised.
"BAD FORM!" he roared as his hook went into the table top just between the two.
"Were you not ever taught that it is incredible rude to whisper and pass notes in class? YOU TWO SHALL JOIN THAT ONE AND WALK THE PLANK!" he declared triumphantly. "But first, your grade for today's lesson." He reached over and plucked one of the quills away from the two and quickly scribbled down a big letter F on both of their parchments.
"After my ti---after my time?!" he roared at the boy. "How DARE you imply that MY TIME has an END! You will join the others and walk the plank!"
Nostrils flaring - hey, was that steam coming out of them? - he glared at the next voice that spoke...and had to glance back down at the parchment to confirm or deny her suspicion.
"No."
"Captain. You will address me as Captain," he corrected as he leaned forward to have his nose practically touch the one belonging to the younf man that had spoken. "NEW SMEE! (DaniDiNardo) Start keeping notes for me. This one too shall walk the plank."
He checked the parchment again. "No."
He tapped his lip with his hook and stepped towards the Lost Boy. "I quite like the look of you. My crew needs people of intelligence. You will make a fine addition," he said while placing a firm hand on his shoulder. "Welcome aboard the Jolly Roger."
"It's Captain," he enunciated. "Bad form to show a lack of diction, boy." He threw New Smee a quick look. Yes, this one as well. The plank with this one.
"It is also bad form to point silly sticks at a lady."
He eyed the pair and smirked. "No, but has thou ever thought of becoming one?"
FINALLY someone had uttered the words scribbled on this piece of parchment he was clutching.
"Correct," he said as he marched back up to the board and stuck a piece of chalk to the tip of his hook to write the date and the word 'fruit flies' to the board. "Says here on this piece of parchment that this is important because it proved that living things on Earth could survive in outer space. After..." he squinted at the parchment and removed his spectacles from his pocket. "I have never seen such appalling handwriting before." He squinted some more. "After...monkeys, mice, and dogs were....launched into space." This made sense to the Lost Boys here? He would NOT allow himself to fall behind them in mental capacity. It would be the epitome of bad form!
"So it is thanks to these living things that the possibility for humans in space was realized. The first of whom was Yuri Gagarin on April 12, 1961." Whoever that gentleman was. "Which now goes back to the previous topics you have discussed..." he continued as he read from the parchment...skipping over a lot of the illegible text. "...because the Earth goes kaboom...humans can live in space."
His finger trailed over the parchment to the next point.
"Living in space poses many difficulties, one of which was a serious concern for the Friendship 7 mission of 1962. It was known at that time if the ingestion and absorption of nutrients were possible in a state of zero gravity. During this spaceflight, astronaut John Glenn ate food packed in a tube." MORE squinting at the parchment. "Who can explain why a tube, like a tube of toothpaste, was used as a food container?"
He stopped here to look up at the class.
"And do you all have an excess of earwax built up in your ears? I SAID TO EAT THE CONTENTS OF THOSE PARCELS!" he roared as he stomped over to the nearest Lost Child's desk (CLAIM THIS SPOT IF YOU WANT!), snatched up one of the parcels, tore it open, and stuffed the food in his mouth.
OOC: I'm sorry for not doing the usual individual replies to everyone, but all your posts were read, digested, and appreciated. So thank you <3
I will be out tomorrow for the wedding of two of my best friends, so it is VERY likely that my next post won't come until at least 36 hours from the time of this post. Thank you for your patience and understanding :3
Eden watched Layla come in and waved at her friend and smiled as she took a seat close to them. WHOOH. She was about to ask her something when Professor Flamsteed swaggered in..
Swaggered was also definitely the correct word, too, for he was dressed like a pirate. Honestly? Eden raised an eyebrow. Did Hogwarts take anything seriously at all? MERLIN. She wasn't amused. Not at all. She raised her hand slowly. "Professor--are we actually going to learn things today?" she asked, because while snacks were yummy and costumes were fun--this class would be pointless if they didn't DO anything. She did open her packet up began to nibble on the dried ice cream and siiiighed...and rolled her eyes at more people playing along with Professor...
Pan? Smee? What the heck was GOING on? Eden was SO close to just walking out that she honestly ALMOST did. She grabbed her school bag and everything. Too much was going on. She was internally panicking a little. She glanced with a terrified look at Clara before grabbing the rest of her ice cream...
What had the professor asked?! She didn't know--she was sinking into her chair and siiiighing. "I DON'T WANT TO BE A PIRATE." She said rather LOUDLY. "ACT NORMAL PROFESSOR!" she told him, a little FRUSTRATED with all of this..
__________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough."
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |