fandomtownies | Trooper Station; Monday [ 08/30 ].

Angua, feeling better and even a little personable with the waning of the moon, settled in for another boring day of deskwork at the station, so she didn't think much of the folder Ralph had handed her.

Until she looked at it. Her jaw tightened.

"Ralph," she said, "what is this?"

He only shrugged, and Angua opened the folder. "This is a joke, right?"

Sadly, Ralph shook his head. Angua looked at the second page. "You cannot be serious."

And then Ralph looked apologetic*, and Angua could only let out a long, disparaging groan. How was this even possible? She had certainly not signed up for this. She would not sign up for something like this. She was not a teacher, she was a bloody werewolf. But there it was, syllabus and everything, and she couldn't help but wonder if somehow, Carrot was involved, but she knew better than that. Carrot would at least tell her.

And look at that, they even bloody picked out a TA for her. "Maladicta," she muttered the name with distaste. "Why does that sound so familia--?"

Frowning, Angua pulled out her Gooseberry and bravely sat through his annoying entreaties to help before simply asking it to go write a note to Carrot and see if he'd know. The message came back quickly, and very simply:

"Borogravia, in their most recent war with Zlobenia, Lance Corporal of the Tenth Foot. Is everything okay?"

...

"Oh, bloody hell!"

No, it most certainly was not okay.

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* Okay, Ralph smelled apologetic.

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"Something wrong?" Reese asked, entering.

"Yes," said Angua. "I'm a teacher."

Reese paused, then. "I take it you didn't volunteer?"

"No," Angua confirmed. "I most certainly did not."

Then she grunted, shaking her head. "At least they gave me a subject I actually can teach, I'll admit. And that they didn't expect me to waltz into a classroom teach underwater basket weaving."

"That's rough," Reese said with a shake of her head. "I remember Gibbs teaching a class, what's your class?"

"I can't remember," Angua said. "Did he have a choice in the matter? And it's a tracking class, taking wilderness skills to an urban landscape, so I guess they at least know my specialty."

Pause.

"Before I came here, anyway."

"I don't recall," Reese replied with a frown. "Tracking wilderness? That's cool. I never learned that in the Academy. Is it hard to learn?"

To that, Angua could only lightly shake her head.

"No; I find that it's...mostly intuitive."

To say the least.

"Really?" She moved to her table and leaned against it. "That's interesting. You think I can learn?"

"You want to take the class?" said Angua, gaining at least a little smirk. "I think there might be room."

"Tempting but I think I'm fine with the paperwork here." Reese returned the smirk. "But I'd love to discuss it with you. Might be interesting."

"It...should be," Angua found herself admitting, albeit reluctantly, as she felt that pull on how it actually was a subject that she enjoyed. "I'll have to fill you in on any particularly good moments. Or any students ho might feel so inclined to actually try any of it around here."

Was it bad that Angua wanted to encourage her students to do that, just to give them something other than paperwork to do?

"That'd be fun to hear." Reese smiled. "Remember the time Gibbs' kids got caught for the stunt they pulled?"

To that, Angua couldn't help but groan. She had to deal with how Vimes had handled that more than anyone.

"Any of my kids wind up that stupid," she said, "we're taking a field trip to the wilderness and they'll conveniently found themselves lost in a cave, straight a mama bear and her cubs."

Heh. She liked Angua's thinking.

"Can I help?"

To that, Angua just grinned a moment, because, as lovely as that would be, she had a feeling Reese might retract her offer of assistance if she offered what she wanted to, which would be to just hand the folder right over and say sure. You can teach the whole thing.

"I'm not sure," she admitted. "Give me a bit to sort of get used to the idea and get some sort of plan going. But I know for sure at least one class could be helped by a second person."

She would just have to know what any of her classes were going to be first.

Summer hadn't been able to find her fellow teaching buddy at the welcome picnic over the weekend, so with a bit of research (and Summer was good at that), she'd managed to find out where Angua was working. It wasn't that hard, given Fandom's size.

Summer decided to pay her a visit to see if she needed anything and hoped Angua liked baked goods from JGOB.

[Forgot to tag in earlier. Fail me, fail.]

Angua had smelled the baked goods well before the other blonde had come into the station, and, despite herself, found herself instantly pulled up in his chair with an eagerness to see what the occasion might be. They even smelled as though they weren't rock hard, something she still tended to expect even without the number of dwarves on this squad.

But she didn't recognize the woman, which almost made her think a bribe was about to be underway, if the woman's intentions didn't smells so clearly harmless.

"Hi," she said, "can I help you?"

Summer wasn't one to bribe people (unless it was in good fun and completely harmless and even then, it was extremely rare for her to do so). She left that to her twin brother Dirk, who was so much better in that department.

"Hi! I'm Summer Pitt. I was assigned as your teaching buddy for the term," she explained, a cheerful smile on her face. "I come bearing gifts in the form of baked goods." She was taking her duties as teaching buddy very seriously.

[LOL, thanks.]

Angua was just going to stare at the other woman a moment.

"If this is all an honest to goodness joke," she said, "I am really wondering who has the time to actually go through this many levels of it. If it is not a joke, I have just one question."

Pause.

"Teaching buddy? Really?"

"It's not a joke, I promise," Summer cracked a smile. She was one to play jokes on people that were of a smaller scale. "I guess since the students get big siblings, the administration wanted something for the new teachers." As far as she could understand, anyway.

"I'm here in case you have any questions or need anything teacher-wise," she explained. "Something to that effect, anyway."

Oh, she had a question, already.

"I didn't sign up for this...*"

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