026 ± [location: taxon high] don't you look at me like life don't hold you anymore mystery

[justaddmarbles]

Ambrose Langwe had always wanted to be a educator, and with his passion for science there was never any doubt about his subject areas. He'd finished college and started teaching before the war, and once it began he volunteered for the Army Corps of Engineers as his brain would be more useful than his ability to shoot straight. A portion of his time

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well, we got no class and we got no principles and we got no innocence;

[biverbam]

River is at the point where she is almost entirely convinced this isn't a hallucination. It's too solid with too many participants and the rare shining light of 'people seeing this and also wondering if it's a hallucination,' which was comforting.

School was less so. Little miss tiny genius never attended a school that wasn't for the gifted, and those tended to not have a massive press of bodies and hallways and noise. The concept itself was foreign, primitive, and in practice it was disconcerting. How do people learn like this? Where is the outdoor classroom with the weird little kneeling desks and informational vid screens? Obviously this era bred a generation of morons, and she spends most of her time being shuffled between classes aimlessly while looking for any other familiar shining lights.

Well, at this point she will take any familiar face she can get.

"You'll be late."

Excuse the fact that she's staring. Or don't. Sorry, Angela, you have a crazy person glued to you no matter what time period it is.

well, we got no class and we got no principles and we got no innocence;

[biverbam]

[Generally speaking, River is one of those strange creatures that enjoys learning. However, considering that she only half-believes this to be a proper school she can easily switch over to Angela's way of thinking. She's heard tales of ditching class before, spoken of like horrible treasonous pirate crimes. This should obviously be fun.

Which is why she's not going anywhere and just staring at Angela blow kisses to herself as if Angela is the crazy one in this equation.]

Fish lips. Don't get stuck that way.

[Said as if that is sound, completely reasonable and warranted advice.]

[tothelightshown]

DG had learnt a lot during her time at Taxon High, but certain things - things like the many routes in and out of the building - hadn't been on the syllabus. Not that she made a habit of breaking into the school. On the contrary, she'd spent most of her time there waiting to leave. But things were different now. For a start, Ambrose Langwe had a position on the teaching staff

[justaddmarbles]

Ambrose glanced up, expecting Kara or Axamil or Temperance or that Gump boy, only to be presented with Dorothy Maclay. He really had to begin his study to determine if she spent more time in school after graduating as opposed to before.

With a sigh he glanced at his grading, decided it was hopeless so long as she was there, and set down his infamous red pen.

"Not busy enough," he replied dryly. "What brings you in today?"

[tothelightshown]

Her smile widened when he set down the pen. A few weeks ago, it would have taken half an hour or so to convince him to do that, if she'd succeeded at all. Maybe he was getting used to her visits, as unorthodox and impromptu as they were?

Emboldened, she crossed the classroom and placed her bag on the desk. A moment later, she lifted out an apple pie and set it down on top of the papers that Ambrose had been attempting to mark.

"I thought you could do with a break," she explained, "I've brought you something to eat."

[justaddmarbles]

Maybe. Or perhaps he'd taken note of the adage about doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different outcome. Either way, all he could do was smile in bewilderment as she placed the pie before him.

"I didn't know you delivered now," Ambrose remarked. "I suppose this means I won't have to stop by the cafe anymore."

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[bonescientist]

While most of the students - the "normal" ones - couldn't wait to clear the classrooms and get as far away from the school building as possible after the final class of the day, Temperance habitually lingered for hours afterward. Usually, she made her way to the school library and indulged her thirst for learning, sitting at one of the desks with her nose buried in thick science books.

Today, Tempe was making her way towards Mr. Ambrose's classroom, knowing he could often be found there. She'd missed one lesson last week due to a cold, a fact which irritated her greatly - anatomy was one of her favorite subjects.

Reaching her destination, Temperance paused by the entrance and rapped her knuckles lightly against the open door. "Mr. Ambrose?"

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[justaddmarbles]

Ambrose was planning lessons (which made sense, as it was a planning period), but he always had time for his students. Especially Temperance, as she was likely one of the most studious one he'd encountered in all his years of teaching.

He grinned and closed his plan book. "Yes, Miss Brennan, come in. How can I help you?"

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[bonescientist]

With a small smile, Temperance took a step across the classroom threshold.

"I just wanted to make sure I didn't miss anything pertinent last time in anatomy. I had a cold," she clarified, her nose wrinkling distastefully at the mention of the missed class. "I did check the assigned homework for next time from a classmate who was present, but I find that not everyone always tends to be as conscientious with homework or pay the necessary attention during class."

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[justaddmarbles]

"Oh, of course!" Ambrose replied with a quick nod and, after consulting two desk drawers, retrieved the lesson plan book for his anatomy class. "And don't worry about missing the class, Temperance, you cannot learn properly if you're not feeling well. Besides, I'm always happy to help."

That he'd already drafter letters of recommendation to the country's finest universities for her were testament to that.

"Let me see...we were working on the appendicular skeleton, specifically labeling the bones of the arm and hand. Is that what your classmate passed on to you?"