Smile 001 || Class 001 || An excessively long name for a class.

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Characters: Cheshire and open
Format: However you prefer
This log is: open
Location: Home Ec. Classroom of Conquest
Summary: Who let Cheshire have a class?
Warnings: Excessive Silliness

"Welcome to Lohocostar; or Logical Nonsense and Recrementitious Explication of Elementary Absurdity!" Cheshire set off a popper as he finished the breathful that was his classes name. "In Lohocostar; or Logical Nonsense and Recrementitious Explication of Elementary Absurdity we shall disscuss shogic operandus, use of neologisms and make nonsense sensical by sensing the non-ity of the senses!" He spoke completely seriously, nodding sagely as he stood atop a table on his hind legs with his front paws behind his back.

After a solemn moment Cheshire turned to the class with his many-sharp-toothed grin as if he was about to start the class for real and announced, "The knave of hearts stole some tarts!" This is an instruction class, but who knows how many people will actually understand it as such, let alone figure out what he wanted. The true miracle would be if someone could figure out if Cheshire actually knew what he wanted as he said it.

Comments

[frozenmemories]

[Just have a very very confused fairy staring at you.]

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Questions?

[frozenmemories]

Uh....Kinda. What do you mean by all of that?

[Congrads! You might be the only teacher that will driver her nuts instead of the other way around.]

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Well, are you the Knave or the Queen?

[swordofzero]

Suzaku had woken up from his coma without much fuss. After all he had seen Gino, Lelouch and Nunnally fall into comas many times, though the only time it had happened to him before was after his fight with Lelouch. This time there had been no reason.

Once he was awake he went straight to class, he was a prefect after all and had to set an example.

Of course this class... Suzaku stared at the talking cat who was talking a load of rubbish... "Are we to bring this knave to justice?"

After all it wouldn't be the first criminal justice class that had been taught.

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Cheshire strides across the room to jump up onto the table in front of Suzaku, smirking. He tisks, "Are you the king of hearts?" Suzaku was very off in his assumption of criminal justice, though logic was important to both.

[swordofzero]

"No... I am no king..." Suzaku frowned, this was weird.

Then again it was a class taught by a talking cat, what was he expecting.

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"Then why do you have tarts?" According to the song, that would make him either the Queen of hearts, but he didn't make them, so he had to be....

[swordofzero]

Suzaku blinked again, "I don't... I don't have any tarts..." He didn't even particularly like tarts, they were too sweet.

[nocathere]

Too sweet? Ironic for a pastry called tarts. Cheshire would also call Suzaku's face tart. "Then be like the king!" Because he would smile when he gets the tarts back, no longer being tart himself.

[swordofzero]

"I'm not a king, I'm a knight." Suzaku frowned again, wondering what this cat was trying to say.