Outside the Perk, Monday afternoon

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Few people back home would recognize the clean cut young man sitting outside the Perk Monday afternoon, a cup of tea to one side, a stack of papers, recipes, and a notebook laid out in front of him. He was freshly shaven, his hair nicely combed and entirely naturally colored -- he was even wearing a sweater vest. A sweater vest. And he was diligently working away on this week's lesson plan for his class.

There was absolutely nothing suspicious about Boaz Priestly. He worked very hard to keep it that way.

He was at least wearing a t-shirt underneath his sweater vest with a picture of a crocodile playing electric guitar. He refused to give up his awesome t-shirts entirely.

[ooc: for other fine upstanding citizens of the island, or at least those pretending to be]

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[sonofgreathern.livejournal.com]

Tim was very glad lately that he'd figured out a way to keep from sweating through his nice suit. It might not be the most practical outfit for the weather, but it was what one wore when they were a responsible adult, right?

Must be, he was wearing it.

Of course once he was "off duty" he was totally changing into something more comfortable. If still respectable.

Right now though, Tim was really craving a cold drink. Maybe iced tea, or even iced coffee.

"Afternoon Priestly." he smiled. "How's class going?"

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Priestly looked up, offering him an entirely unenthusiastic smile. "Pretty good," he said. "The kids pick up on things pretty fast."

When they weren't traumatized or brainwashed. Which . . . pretty much meant that the students weren't picking up on anything, most days.

"How's things on your end?"

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Tim didn't take the lack of enthusiasm personally. It was hot, and while Tim remembered his summer of teaching fondly, he knew the job could be stressful.

"Oh not bad. Quiet for the moment. Things always get a bit hectic when new students arrive, but that's mostly done for now."

Somewhere deep inside, Tim was raging at what he'd been made to do to some of those new students.

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Priestly, being pretty certain Tim wasn't psychic, took a moment to ponder briefly what would happen if he stood up on the table and started singing L'Internationale (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Internationale) at the tops of his lungs.

"There's always a learning curve, huh," he said blandly instead. "Takes the kids some time to settle down."

[sonofgreathern.livejournal.com]

Tim would likely boggle for a moment, then try to "sedate" Priestly till he came to his senses. Probably get him out of the heat too.

"Well, you know. Culture shock. People from other dimensions, time zones, planets even. And of course some people take a bit to get used to how things are done here."

Tim had a vague recollection that it had taken him a bit to get used to such things as well. Wit possibly some yelling. He didn't like to think about it.

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Priestly considered giving Tim a snide answer, and then pretending he didn't know what Tim was talking about when he questioned it.

That was probably a really good way to get his ass brainwashed, though, and Priestly liked his mind just as dirty as could be, thank you very much.

"I remember those days," he said instead. "Back when I thought it was totally appropriate to dye my hair whatever unnatural color I could find, and wear a plaid skirt."

Sometimes he even still did, quietly in the comfort of his own locked bathroom. It helped keep him moderately sane.

"I was a total heathen."

Those were the days.

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Yes Tim could tell you from experience that Umbrage was not a fan of snark.

He laughed. "Yeah that was an...interesting look. But, we all gotta grow up right?"

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Priestly kept his expression blandly amused, even while he imagined a tiny, sentient cloud appearing over Tim's head and showering him in a hailstorm of paint balls.

"I guess so, man. I tell you what, if my mother could see me now."

Naomi would have a fit. He liked to think even the queen of khaki would disapprove of Umbridge's regime.

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After a hard day of making sure everyone followed the rules to the letter because no one wanted detention (it went on your permanent record!) Annie decided to stop off for some refreshment.

Decaf. No one wanted her caffeinated, either.

"Happy Monday," Annie greeted him brightly. "One day closer to crushing the resistance!"

She wasn't even Imperio'd, y'all.

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Priestly was lucky she caught him while taking a sip, so he could pretend that his totally half-hearted fist pump and "yay" was due to having just burned his tongue on his tea.

He coughed into his hand and turned a bit of a smile on her to cover. "You're having a good day?"

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"Every day's a good day if you just look at it right," Annie replied. "Are you?"

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Not really, no.

"I've got my tea, I've got most of my lesson all ready for Wednesday's class. What could possibly be wrong in my life?"

If only Annie could have turned that positive energy to something useful or beautiful, like punk music. Priestly could totally picture her with some loud streaks in her hair and some smeared mascara.

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"See, that's the spirit," Annie bubbled. That really was the best word for it. "What's the lesson? Or is that a spoiler?"

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"Recipe-wise, we're keeping it pretty simple," Priestly said, actually getting into it, now that he was talking about cooking things. "The main focus is going to be table presentation. That can totally make or break a meal, you know."

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"Oh, it really can. If something's really glaringly not right, you can totally tell," she agreed. "At least try, right?"

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"Well, yeah," Priestly said, suspecting she might mean something like 'the dessert fork is on the wrong side of the plate', which was less what he was going for. "And it has to look as tasty as it is. People's sense of taste isn't that strong. It's heavily influenced by smell and appearance."

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"Don't suppose a girl could get a totally very handsome gentleman to buy her a tea and scone for her lunch break?" Momoko skipped to a stop at the table, hands behind her back, clutching her purse, as she beamed a happy smile at Priestly.

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Priestly fairly melted. "Momoko!" Just who he was hoping to run into, out here. He gave himself an idle moment to day dream about the two of them sneaking into Umbridge's office to break kitten plates and make out, then stood up from the table to hold out a chair for her like a proper gentleman. "You're in luck, this handsome gentleman would love to buy tea and a scone for a very beautiful young lady."

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First he'd have to break the imperio curse, but then... well, at least the making out could happen: Momoko still liked cats.

She thanked him, and took the seat, her smile warming at the look he gave her. It made her feel so happy and silly. "I'm totally lucky, then to have found you, then. How has your day been? I thought you had lesson plans to write today?"

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He didn't like to think about the curse part of it all. He was still convinced he could break her out of it, if he tried hard enough.

Priestly gestured to his stack of papers. "It's too nice a day to spend in the office," he said. Plus, he was way more likely to happen on some good intel for the Resistance if he was out in public. He ordered the tea and scone, then came back to settle back into his seat. "I've just about got Wednesday's class all figured out, though, so I've got plenty of time for lunch. How was your day?"

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"Mmmm. Can you make this for me sometime?! It sounds delicious!" Momoko turned the cookbook she'd been reading back towards him, fairly drooling. "So far the day has been fine! I'm doing some summer cleaning, getting ready for full classes to start."

Why yes, Momoko actually couldn't wait until the fall courses started. It meant things for Momoko to do at the school office. "I'm not sure how they can find anything in those old files, though. If I didn't know better, I'd totally suspect the moose was the original office manager."

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That poor moose.

"Anytime," Priestly said. "Just give me enough warning to gather the ingredients." He, for one, was hoping that the revolution would come before fall classes started. He was sure they must be getting close. And then he could get the real Momoko back and she could help them kick the loyalists' asses and get Dinah out of detention and --

Okay, he hadn't really thought past "Momoko back and Dinah out of detention". They were super heroes. They'd totally just magically make the world awesome, again, wouldn't they?

"You think you guys are going to be ready in time? The summer's more than half over, already."

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"You are so awesome to me!" She rested her chin on her palm to beam at him. "I think we'll be fine. We aren't expecting a large number of new students this year, so that's a bonus."

"We have a few new teachers coming, though. That's usually the hardest part- finding residences, making sure they can follow the curriculum..." Momoko shrugged lightly. They always had problems with teachers who wanted to teach their subjects their own way. "We'll be assigning teaching buddies soon."

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Yakko ran past anyone standing outside the Perk on his way inside. A few minutes later, he came back out carrying a giant cup of cappuccino and a surfboard. He tipped the giant cup over and as a wave of cappuccino started down the street, he jumped in to surf the wave.

The wave of coffee.

Honestly, there probably wasn't any time to react to the insanity before he was gone, leaving anyone around as poor witnesses of pure insanity. Yakko would apologize, but he was down the street.

Also, if anyone looked back at the coffee cup, it would already be gone. Not by magic. By cartoon physics. It was different.

[OOC: Apologies for blatantly using your post for this. It just seemed like something that needed to be done.]

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Priestly sighed and sipped at his tea.

Damn Yakko and his cartoon physics. Some guys had all the luck.

[ooc: ahahahaha, no trouble at all.]