Feel the Magic Rise

[urnewkingbitch]

Who: Dave Strider, Bro Strider, John Egbert, Santana Lopez, Dean Winchester, Puck, maybe a wild Baby Penguin Kurt Hummel
Where: Tearoom
When: Tuesday, October 25th
Rating: T for sexual explanations and language
Summary: Sex Education 101 is now beginning!
The Story:

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THE LURING

[urnewkingbitch]

[hamburellakind]

John was reading a book about magic. Yes, he had like fifty at home, and yes, it was fakey fake magic instead of the real kind of magic some people in the mansion could do, but it was still super awesome and not a book he'd read already.

So shut up, geez.

He hovered about a foot above his bed, flipping the pages with little bursts of air.

VIDEO ATTACK!

[itsahotone]

As possibly creepy as it was to have to do with to/for/with a thirteen year old, Santana was all about end results. She couldn't remember if she had ever known where John's room actually was, but she knew the floor at least.

This would be why she is standing in the hallway and leading off with some nice, simple video.

"Hey, Johnny, whatcha doing?"

[OH SHIT VIDEO]

[hamburellakind]

John, too lazy to float down and grab his comm (which is pretty lazy) simply turned it to video and waved down at it.

"Oh, just hanging around. Hehehe. Did you need something?"

THE TEACHING

[urnewkingbitch]

{OOC: Teachers will make separate threads for themselves! The kids will then ask questions or you can just launch into a discussion or whatever and THEN the questions begin. W/e floats your boat. ♥}

[dashboardlite]

Only the True Master can teach the undisciplined pupil. Learning is an art form, as is forcing knowledge into a kid's brain for the good of mankind.

Dean Winchester waits, like every good sensei, in the tea room - a ninja seconds away from catching a fly with a set of chopsticks, or some equally-epic feat of magnificent skill.

Wax on, wax off, young grasshoppah.

[hamburellakind]

Having been manhandled or whatever it end(s? ed?) up being, John is sat down in a chair, bright red and shaking slightly.

This is the most humiliating thing to ever happen to him.

And now he's in a room full of cool people (Bro, Dave, Dean, Santana) who are going to ensure it gets worse before it gets better, if it gets better, which he's assuming it will not. He's probably going to die here.

Of embarrassment.

So for now he's just going to pull his hood over his head and hide his face, too ashamed to say anything or look at anyone for the time being.

[dashboardlite]

"...hey. Kid."

Dean pulls up a chair, flipping it around and settling on it with his arms folded across the back. Leaning in, he flicks at John's hood.

"This ain't a police interrogation, man. Loosen up a little. This stuff's good to know."

He smiles encouragingly.

"You gotta have some questions, right? I ain't gonna judge."

Okay, maybe just a little.

THE AFTERMATH

[urnewkingbitch]

Re: THE AFTERMATH

[epiccombo]

Look who's lounging around after all the sex ed stuff has finished and is winding down. Yup, it's Puck. He feels satisfied by what he's just done, and considers it an accomplishment that John didn't book it for the door the minute he started talking about oral sex.

But yeah, sex ed is over, though Puck doesn't feel like leaving yet. He figures he might as well hang out and chill for awhile.

[urnewkingbitch]

Dave walked over after it was all said and done. He was actually very pleased with how it turned out, especially when John started to actually get comfortable with it.

"That went better than I thought," he commented casually as he sat down.

[epiccombo]

"Hey, man." It's the dude who set this whole thing up... and now that Puck's thinking about it, he did a pretty good job.

"I know, right? I expected John to make a run for it, the first chance he got." Hummel, on the other hand... Well, that wasn't nearly as successful.