Swans Don't Teach Music Class

[mutesician]

Characters: Louis and Fortitude students/sneaky Conquest students/lost teachers/okay, anyone
Format: Either
This log is: open
Location: Music room
Summary: Louis attempts to teach a class about music despite having forgotten how to play his own trumpet.
Warnings: May contain hideous screeching noises when Louis attempts to play his trumpet.

BEFORE CLASS
Louis was desperately trying to play his trumpet. Each time he touched it, though, a pain went through his head, and he had to withdraw. The one time he actually managed to bring it to his beak, all that came out were fairly unmusical screechings. His wings slumped. How could he teach if he couldn't even play anymore?

START OF CLASS
Louis stood in front of the classroom, trying to look stern. On the chalkboard behind him, he had written a question: "Who already knows how to play an instrument?"

Comments

[overthroen]

[ Uh...

She lowers her hand after a minute. Why is it suddenly so quiet? ]

[mutesician]

[There is an awkward pause as Louis tries to figure out what's going on. Maybe he wrote it too small? He holds up a wing, then writes the same question on his slate, walking closer to Rose's desk and holding it so that it should be easier for her to see.]

[This is so awkward.]

[overthroen]

[ Rustle rustle. She can definitely hear the feathers in front of her. Too late, it dawns on her that although swans may (apparently) teach music class, they probably can't talk. ]

If you're giving me visual stimulation, I'm afraid to say it's a little beyond my capabilities. [ Oh, damn. Really, communication is just the bane of her existence. ]

[ Anyway, she holds out her PDA helpfully, in case he doesn't have one. ]

[mutesician]

[He's a bit confused. How will typing it instead of writing it help? His own PDA is back on his own desk, so he takes hers and types "What kind" on it. He...hasn't figured out how to make a question mark yet.]

[overthroen]

[ She hasn't either. "What kind" goes the audio function on Rose's PDA, flat and metallic. Rose breathes a small sigh of relief. ]

The violin. If that was the question.

bluh bluh late tags, late tags everywhere

[mutesician]

[Oh! He starts at that. How far has human technology come? He quickly types more, disregarding caps now.]

that was the question. may I borrow this [He just heard someone else mention that he couldn't read.]

welp, that was a two week intermission

[overthroen]

Yes. [ She holds it out. She'll have to deal with radio silence for some time. ]

It's okay, my RP drive died for a while too.

[mutesician]

Thank you very much. [He's already noticed at least one other student who might need it.]

[overthroen]

[ She sits back and waits quietly for him to come back. ]