Electroclash, standing at the front of the classroom looking uncomfortable in her teacher uniform, didn't know the first fucking thing about algebra. She also hadn't bothered to find out much. Or anything at all. As far as she'd gone was a phonecall back home to Jenny to pester her about coming up with a test for her, and all that had yeilded was a ( Read more... )

Electroclash was slouching behind her desk like a teenager today. So, not much had changed over the course, then ( Read more... )

There was no pub this week, as much as that saddened Electroclash. There was only a normal classroom, with a projector at the front, and their teacher back in her uniform ( Read more... )

Electroclash looked might pleased with herself today. It was probably beca--

No, hold that thought. Sarah looked mighty pleased with herself today. That's right, there was no uniform today: she was in civilian clothes, even if they seemed to have major hints of the grey-black-green colour scheme of her work outfit. And why was she pleased? Well, ( Read more... )

Electroclash had listened to the radio this morning. Electroclash was also probably seeing what she could get away with under the guise of teaching SPA mandated classes ( Read more... )

The class met in the Danger Shop again. It couldn't be helped, it served Electroclash's lazy tendencies so well: why would you ever hold class anywhere else when you could use your psionic-verbal powers to make the room do all your preparations for you? Mind you, it looked like a regular classroom for the moment. Electroclash stood at the front, ( Read more... )

Today, the class met in the computer lab. "Alright, so I have a headache," Electroclash drawled from where she was slumped in a chair up front. Of course, anyone willing to bet it was more hangover than run of the mill headache would've been pretty right. Not that those two things were too far apart when it was her ( Read more... )

This week, Electroclash met the class outside the Danger Shop. "Right," she said, glancing up from the magazine she was flipping through, once they'd all assembled. "Here's how we're gonna start the class today: you're gonna go in one by one and do a simulation rescue or fight. It's child's play, you can't fail, but it's important we do this." How ( Read more... )

When Billy had agreed to teach the class today, he hadn't had any idea how uncomfortable he would be feeling. If he'd known what this week would be like...well, okay, he probably still would have agreed to do it, but he might not have said yes quite so quickly ( Read more... )

Another week, another class. It was sort of horrifying how Electroclash was finding herself falling into a routine with this thing. Wasn't she supposed to hate it with all her heart and soul?

Eh. The SPA instructions were still a pain in the arse, at least. And she was having to consult them anyway. "Our esteemed friends at the Super Powers ( Read more... )