Culture Shock: Adjusting to Life on the Weird Side, Tuesday, Period 2
If Kanan seemed a little out of sorts this week... well, he was. He was doing an admirable job of not wearing it on his sleeve, but there was a sort of stiffness to his posture that wasn't normally there. His arms were folded in front of himself, and yes, he'd let the dog tag along to class today. Because having a rainbow-spotted dalmatian napping near his feet was comforting, and also, shut up.
Similarly, Cecil had a large pink osmingo with him. In his case because Foucault seemed to be a bit grumpy about having been a teenaged bird over the weekend, and didn't want to go anywhere that wasn't plastered to Cecil's side.
"So, this past weekend, many of the adults on the island turned into teenagers again." Kanan gave the students a tight smile. "This... was likely to mean a lot of different things to anybody who was aware of it when it happened. For some, students or transformed adults alike, it might have meant a chance to cut loose unsupervised without fear of consequences. Others might have found themselves lost, or assisting somebody who was." Look at how Kanan expertly wasn't making eye contact with anybody who might be in the room right then. "For a few people, it was a stark realization that this place often plays fast and loose with what makes us... us."
Fast and loose and occasionally cruel. If his ship hadn't been dangerously low on fuel and if Portalocity could get him back to the proper reality, Kanan probably would have fled the planet by now. Karking island.
"And sometimes," Cecil sighed, "it was just really annoying, because honestly, who wants to be tiny and have their voice still breaking? Again?" He paused. "Again again, even?"
"The adults turning into teens hasn't been the only shift this island has put people through, even since I arrived here," Kanan noted. "There was a weekend where most of the island's population turned into older versions of themselves. I admittedly don't remember much about that one, though."
It had been dark?
"Oo, I missed that one!" Cecil said. "I was a pony, though. That was when you were that adorable cat thing! And a while back, I was an older me - I was a younger me at the time - and then with an extra eye and tentacles and these nifty tattoos! It was really neat."
That made sense if you were Cecil.
"In a place like this, it's important to be able to keep a firm handle on your sense of self," said the guy who referred to his teenage self in the third person, because of course Kanan did. "So, instead of a discussion today, an affirmation. Sit down and write five to ten things about yourself that are uniquely you. Those things about yourself that you're happy to get back to being, if the island goes and messes with your identity. You don't have to share them with the class, just hold on to them, be aware of them. Use them to ground yourself if you need to."
"If you can't think of ten," Cecil suggested, "make some up! Maybe you'll get lucky and grow into them."
[OOC: Open!]
Similarly, Cecil had a large pink osmingo with him. In his case because Foucault seemed to be a bit grumpy about having been a teenaged bird over the weekend, and didn't want to go anywhere that wasn't plastered to Cecil's side.
"So, this past weekend, many of the adults on the island turned into teenagers again." Kanan gave the students a tight smile. "This... was likely to mean a lot of different things to anybody who was aware of it when it happened. For some, students or transformed adults alike, it might have meant a chance to cut loose unsupervised without fear of consequences. Others might have found themselves lost, or assisting somebody who was." Look at how Kanan expertly wasn't making eye contact with anybody who might be in the room right then. "For a few people, it was a stark realization that this place often plays fast and loose with what makes us... us."
Fast and loose and occasionally cruel. If his ship hadn't been dangerously low on fuel and if Portalocity could get him back to the proper reality, Kanan probably would have fled the planet by now. Karking island.
"And sometimes," Cecil sighed, "it was just really annoying, because honestly, who wants to be tiny and have their voice still breaking? Again?" He paused. "Again again, even?"
"The adults turning into teens hasn't been the only shift this island has put people through, even since I arrived here," Kanan noted. "There was a weekend where most of the island's population turned into older versions of themselves. I admittedly don't remember much about that one, though."
It had been dark?
"Oo, I missed that one!" Cecil said. "I was a pony, though. That was when you were that adorable cat thing! And a while back, I was an older me - I was a younger me at the time - and then with an extra eye and tentacles and these nifty tattoos! It was really neat."
That made sense if you were Cecil.
"In a place like this, it's important to be able to keep a firm handle on your sense of self," said the guy who referred to his teenage self in the third person, because of course Kanan did. "So, instead of a discussion today, an affirmation. Sit down and write five to ten things about yourself that are uniquely you. Those things about yourself that you're happy to get back to being, if the island goes and messes with your identity. You don't have to share them with the class, just hold on to them, be aware of them. Use them to ground yourself if you need to."
"If you can't think of ten," Cecil suggested, "make some up! Maybe you'll get lucky and grow into them."
[OOC: Open!]