thisavrou_log | don't want to be taught to be no fool [ota]

[Syllabus Woes]

[Elizabeth has never taught another person in her entire life. Especially in an academic setting. So of course, her first few lessons she's terribly nervous and her voice shakes at points. Her mastery of the material is clear, she can answer any question--]

[But she also has a tendency to overanswer and stray into far more difficult topics that nobody asked about. She only catches herself when she catches the class looking at her blankly.]

[It's a bit of a rough start. She stays after in the room to unravel some of the knots she's tangled in her students' heads, but also to just recenter herself before she has to appear confident in front of anybody else.]

[Gentle Hazing]

So-- [Elizabeth's facing the board, pen going over the board quickly, writing formulas from memory to demonstrate the principle.] --the concept of transferring momentum is the principle by which a classic Newton's cradle--

[A paper airplane lodges itself in her hair and she freezes with her pen in the air. As she turns slowly, the paper airplane falls out and drops to the ground. Elizabeth's very large, very blue eyes harden on the class, and her heels clicking as she moves to picks up the rogue projectile.]

[And she straightens and holds it up, examining the construction.] Hm. Interesting. [She looks back to the class.] Who threw this?

[Into the Lab]

[Really, probably the best way to demonstrate physics is not from memorizing formulas, but demonstrating concepts. And so, it's time to take it to the lab.]

Centrifugal force is what allows me to do this-- [Elizabeth takes a cup with a string, strung through two holes in either side (much like a bucket with a handle), and pours water into it. Then she takes the loop and swings it in a circle.] --and not end up drenched. If you create enough of the force, gravity doesn't have a chance to create a mess. Alright. [She slows the cup without spilling a drop, and holds it out for a student to take.] Go ahead, give it a shot.

[Or Just Wildcard It, I'm Easy!]

[Side note applying to both prompts: Nova looks a little different from her icons, with a pixie cut, a more wine shade on her lips, and cat eye makeup rather than smokey eyeliner. Not quite Shepard.]

[Nova stares blankly at the board, then at the class materials, then leans over to her nearest classmate (or the teacher??) to confess:] I don't know what this subject even is.

[Once class actually starts, it soon becomes clear that this is not the only thing she doesn't know: She doesn't know where to sit or stand, that one shouldn't interrupt the teacher with incredibly basic questions (or at least that you should put up your hand to do it), in general, how to act in a classrom setting. The etiquette classes on Emiri a lifetime ago (literally, considering she's died since then) had been much more hands on, with more movement and roleplaying; her learning back in the Milky Way had been on her own with neural implants or with one on one tutoring.

[This is, in fact, Nova's first time in school. Once she realizes she's sticking out, she settles for furtive glances around the class to check what they're doing differently.]

[With a practised hand gesture, Nova's hand and the nutrition block she brought along (surprisingly not actually for practice material, but it's there) are wreathed in a glowing blue light, and the nutrition block lifts off the table. She keeps her eyes on it as she explains.]

It's called biotics. Manipulating dark energy to create mass effect fields. You can move something around, or make a lot of small, fast moving mass effect fields to tear it apart. Or if something's already affected by a mass effect field and you apply more biotics to it, you can make it explode.

[She lets the block drop again, her biotics fading, her breath a little labored from the effort of keeping something in midair while also explaining it.]

They're not the only uses, just what I've managed to do after tutoring.

[Now she looks up.] I want to do more.

let's get down to business-- first class

[Rogue looks at the assembled group in front of her, and nods approvingly. This was a big step- sure, it was a basic class, but she'd never actually taught before. Not really. Hopefully, she'd do a decent enough job.]

Hey, ya'll. So welcome to Basic Self Defense, or whatever it says. I'm still trying to figure out a catchy name for it. My name's Rogue, and I'll be your teacher.

I'm sure you're wondering what makes me qualified to teach this, over Logan or Shepard. Well, for starters- Logan's the one that trained me. Second of all, I'm actually sort of a member of what kids at my school called the X-Men. [She was, she realized, the only active X-Man on this ship. That was pretty cool, actually.] Essentially, I'm a superhero. [The kids at school always said that. Superheroes. It was fun to think about, and it's got her smiling, just a little. They were a weird team. But they were a team.]

Which brings me to the first rule of this class: for your safety, do not touch my skin. If you feel more comfortable in class wearing a pair of gloves, I invite you to bring them. [It's awkward, explaining her mutation without explaining it. She doesn't want her students to worry, but she doesn't want them to hurt themselves. Telling them just not to touch her was the best option.]

Other than that, we'll deal with rules as they arrive. So, without any ado, let's get cracking. Everyone, two laps of the gym, and when you're done, start stretching out on the mats.

[She totally had this. Right?]

to defeat the huns-- after class

[After class, Rogue's hanging back, trying to hear what people are saying about her and her teaching style. Again, she'd never done this, and while by the time she'd started class, her anxiety had been pushed to the back burner, it was coming a lot harder now. What if everyone dropped?

So she hangs back, slowly packing up. If you want to chat, by all means, she'll be happy to talk.]

[ This is the first sort of class that Stan's had in this sort of thing. It'd been hard but he'd done his best to pick up on things. He doesn't know why he lingers after class at first but then he decides that it's the gnawing need to understand and to find a way to make this all make sense.

So, he has to ask her. ]

I'm sorry if it's rude to ask but why can't anyone touch your skin?

[Rogue had spent most of class wondering if she'd made a mistake with regards to mentioning her powers. She'd tried to keep it vague, but maybe that had been worse. Maybe she should have just kept herself covered, and hope to God that someone didn't accidentally hit her in the face.

But they couldn't account for that, not fully. So they needed to know that her bare skin was dangerous. Hopefully, everyone here would understand. Though she hadn't been so sure.

Rogue's taking a drink of her water bottle, a small towel around her neck when Stan approaches. She straightens up, setting the bottle down after capping it. time to face the music.] I'm what people in my world call a mutant- it means i've got some sort of mutation, usually what manifests as a sort of power. There area few of us here, and I promise you, we're all good people.

[Except Erik but she didn't know that yet.]

[ Stan's at least heard a little about mutants, mostly from Kurt, who he had a bit of a mental shutdown on as he tried to comprehend someone with blue skin and a tail who could do weird stuff. He's still trying to grow accostomed to the unnatural feeling of it but that it's supposedly natural and he just didn't know about it. It's taking some time but it always leads him to asking questions where maybe it would be better if he stayed quiet. ]

I met one. I know it doesn't mean bad...[ Well he's met a couple but he doesn't really know it fully. Kurt was really nice and it's a thing in Stan that he has to get over about feeling unsettled and maybe a little afraid of something that he isn't used to and didn't used to have a place in his view of the natural order of the world. ]

What's yours? Is your skin poisonous like a Dart frog?

[To be fair, Kurt is a very jarring mutant to meet. She'd been rather terrified of him- granted she'd first seen him on the television after he'd been brainwashed into attempting to assassinate the president. But he'd proven to be nothing but a valuable ally, rescuing a girl he didn't know, without being asked. Just automatically, out of the goodness of his heart.]

Yeah? Who'd you meet? Other than me, I mean. [She smiles at him reassuringly. So far he seems to be taking it well, even going so far as to come up with his own explanation for her skin condition. That gets just the smallest flicker of amusement from her.] Kind of? It could really hurt you, if I touched you. And I'd rather avoid hurting you or anyone else on this ship.

Kurt. He's blue. I'm still trying to understand... [ Stan admits with a shrug because there's so much of it that just doesn't make sense to him yet and at the time he'd been a little too overwhelmed by the blue and the tail and the disappearing and reappearing to figure it out. Eventually he'd talk to him again.

He knew he was nice, though, and not trying to scare him. ]

Oh. I see. [ His brow furrows because well he thinks that could be scary to worry about and lonely too. He doesn't say as much and he doesn't really find himself afraid so much as unsettled by knowledge that doesn't come with any real understanding. ]

Thank you for telling me.

Yeah- Kurt and I both have a genetic mutation. The X-Gene they call it. Some people wind up with physical mutations, like Kurt. Or like me, where they're a bit more easily hidden. [She speaks plainly. He should know, if he's going to interact with the mutants here.]

He's a really great guy, he just lost the genetic lottery. Or won, I guess you could say if that's how you see it. [She shrugs softly. She saw it as losing, with regards to his physical mutations. Totally a win when it came to his powers, though.]

You're welcome. Thank you for asking. If you have any questions... I guess let me know? I try not to use my powers when I don't have to.

[ It almost makes sense. Maybe he'll for books about genetics. It's certainly something he hasn't learned very much about. And maybe he wouldn't find anything about the 'X-Gene' but understanding more would mean he could understand how there's a mutation as she calls it. Maybe.

But there's the human side of it, that he can understand from her explanation that he doesn't need the science to comprehend. ]

I see. [ He smiles a little, that's his way. ] I'll let you know.

Of course. [She likes talking about this, she decides. Being open about her powers. Trying to help educate kids, people who don't know better. If she can make a difference... Well, it's nice. It's really nice.] Charles can probably explain it a whole lot better than I can.

[Rogue echoes his smile.] And if you don't feel comfortable in my class anymore, I understand.

[She'd be really sad, but she doesn't want to scare one of Eddie's friends.]

I will see you next class. [ Stan says simply. After all, she was honest and she's careful and he thinks then it is fine. ]

Sometimes Nill thinks she's the only one who's really excited to be able to go to school again, but she doesn't care one single bit. She knows there's a lot out there she doesn't know yet, and she wants so badly to catch up to the rest of her peers. They might not all be from the same versions of Earth--or even the same planets, in some cases--but that doesn't mean it isn't important to learn as much as possible.

Between classes, she spends a lot of time in the library or the gardens reading assigned texts or doing basic math exercises. She carries her school notebook close to her chest, arms folded over it protectively. She knows she's a little bit of a slow reader and her handwriting isn't the best, so she tries to practice as much as possible. She also doodles every now and then, mostly plants from the gardens and a set of red eyes over and over again, but occasionally she tries her hand at drawing people on the ship. Phys Ed isn't her favorite class, but she does her best, excelling only at running and basically nothing else. But she'd get an A for effort, if there were grades. As it is, Nill always seems very excited to be in class, sitting near the front of the room and always writing some kind of notes to herself.

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Despite their age difference, there'd been some cross over in their studies as there isn't so many kids that it wasn't possible. He hasn't really ever talked to her though but he sees her studying in the library and it looks like a subject that he was also wanting to go over. It's with some hesitation that he goes over to her.

"Can I study with you?" he questions.

The blonde jumps slightly at his voice--she'd been concentrating so hard on reading that she hadn't even heard him walk up. Her wings are sticking straight out from her back for a moment, a visual of her surprise. But once she recognizes him from class, the appendages flit and settle against her shoulders. A gentle smile finds her lips and she nods, gesturing for him to take a seat. He's more than welcome to, even if she doesn't really know what studying with someone else entails. It had simply never occurred to her to do such a thing.

don't want to be taught to be no fool [ota]

Elizabeth DeWitt - Physics (Intro through Advanced)

Nova Barnett née cloney

Anthro, Art (Watercolors), Philosophy and Ethics, Physics, Sociology

Ability Control (both)

Rogue- Basic Self Defense

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