Reno coming back means Reno gets a second writing sample. Reno is also stupidly easy to write, so:
This was some pretty weird shit. Like, mind-blowing, make Reno have to stop and kind of stare for a minute, absolutely freaking crazy shit. Totally unreal.
It all started that morning, when Reno had gone into his office to grade some papers, or some junk. He'd assigned the in-class papers yesterday, telling the students to write about one time that they were new at something, about one way that they'd managed to completely screw it up, and if and how they managed to make it all okay in the end. He was only on his third paper before Fandom's daily dose of crazy was tossed his way.
Fandom's strangeness today came in the form of a few of his students (it took him a good deal of effort to call them his students instead of his Rookies, but somehow he managed), considerably shorter than he remembered them ever being, marching into the room with pots on their heads like makeshift helmets, each with a frying pan in one hand, a wooden spoon in the other, and a bedsheet cape dragging on the floor behind them. Once they'd established their presence with a rousing chorus of 'Polly Wally Doodle' complete with frying pan accompaniment, they made their demands. Reno was to hand over all of his candy, or else they'd infect his entire office with cooties, and then he'd turn green and get all warty and die, and nobody wanted to die that way, did they?
Reno stared at them for a long, long moment. The students, in all of their suddenly-kindergarten glory, stared back. Reno made a slow, careful reach for his desk drawer. Out came one lone, boring pack of peppermint chewing gum. His emergency stash for nasty tasting mornings after particularly interesting nights at Caritas.
And that was when they attacked, tossing their frying pans to the floor with a clatter in favor of group-tackling the teacher with a most fearsome wooden spoon assault.
"Candy!" They demanded in unison.
"Leggo!" Reno demanded right back.
And the battle raged on. There was a fair bit of Reno hopping around the room, attempting to dislodge a particularly plucky little blonde ninja from one leg while what he could only assume was some sort of tiny, furry blue elf vanished in a puff of smoke, and then reappeared on his head in a bid to stick his wooden spoon up the Turk's nose.
It was probably a full fifteen minutes before he managed to convince the children that he didn't actually have anything more interesting than the gum, and he promised them each a cookie in class on Tuesday if they'd get the hell out of his hair so that he could finish marking these stupid papers and get out of here.
That dealt with, Reno snorted, reached for his (only lightly 'Irished') coffee, and got back to trying to wrap his head around the crazy, crazy thing which was currently completely blowing his mind.
After all, how fucking weird was that? That Reno was once again living on Fandom Island, and they actually went and gave him an office?
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This was some pretty weird shit. Like, mind-blowing, make Reno have to stop and kind of stare for a minute, absolutely freaking crazy shit. Totally unreal.
It all started that morning, when Reno had gone into his office to grade some papers, or some junk. He'd assigned the in-class papers yesterday, telling the students to write about one time that they were new at something, about one way that they'd managed to completely screw it up, and if and how they managed to make it all okay in the end. He was only on his third paper before Fandom's daily dose of crazy was tossed his way.
Fandom's strangeness today came in the form of a few of his students (it took him a good deal of effort to call them his students instead of his Rookies, but somehow he managed), considerably shorter than he remembered them ever being, marching into the room with pots on their heads like makeshift helmets, each with a frying pan in one hand, a wooden spoon in the other, and a bedsheet cape dragging on the floor behind them. Once they'd established their presence with a rousing chorus of 'Polly Wally Doodle' complete with frying pan accompaniment, they made their demands. Reno was to hand over all of his candy, or else they'd infect his entire office with cooties, and then he'd turn green and get all warty and die, and nobody wanted to die that way, did they?
Reno stared at them for a long, long moment. The students, in all of their suddenly-kindergarten glory, stared back. Reno made a slow, careful reach for his desk drawer. Out came one lone, boring pack of peppermint chewing gum. His emergency stash for nasty tasting mornings after particularly interesting nights at Caritas.
And that was when they attacked, tossing their frying pans to the floor with a clatter in favor of group-tackling the teacher with a most fearsome wooden spoon assault.
"Candy!" They demanded in unison.
"Leggo!" Reno demanded right back.
And the battle raged on. There was a fair bit of Reno hopping around the room, attempting to dislodge a particularly plucky little blonde ninja from one leg while what he could only assume was some sort of tiny, furry blue elf vanished in a puff of smoke, and then reappeared on his head in a bid to stick his wooden spoon up the Turk's nose.
It was probably a full fifteen minutes before he managed to convince the children that he didn't actually have anything more interesting than the gum, and he promised them each a cookie in class on Tuesday if they'd get the hell out of his hair so that he could finish marking these stupid papers and get out of here.
That dealt with, Reno snorted, reached for his (only lightly 'Irished') coffee, and got back to trying to wrap his head around the crazy, crazy thing which was currently completely blowing his mind.
After all, how fucking weird was that? That Reno was once again living on Fandom Island, and they actually went and gave him an office?