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rakuen2012-01-13 09:17 pm
heardramonasing) wrote in rakuen2012-01-13 09:17 pm
Entry tags:
Scott Pilgrim and the Unteachable Lesson
Characters: Scott Pilgrim + any and all students in Fortitude
Format: Any, Scott'll be posting in action
This log is: Open
Location: The Music Room
Summary: Scott is up for his first lesson as Music teacher. Minor snag though.. He forgot how to play his instrument.
Warnings: Swearing. Lots of swearing. And awkwardness. Pretty even with both of these.
[Scott had barely gotten any sleep on Sunday night. With the impending doom looming over his head, he found sleep to be something which he would never again obtain. Fretting the entire night on just how a man who had no clue as to play a musical instrument would effectively be able to teach a class of students.. Well.. It made him panic. Panic is the best word to describe his actions, so we'll go with that.
Now standing in the doorway of his classroom, Scott could not run away from this as per his usual reaction to problems that came his way. No, our hero had to face this head on, least he face a punishment far worse than death. And so, Scott Pilgrim began his death march towards his desk, clinging to what books he had been provided by the school, awaiting the moment of judgment to be placed upon him.]
-AHEM- "Uhh.. Oh.. Uhh.. H-Hello.. I.. I'm.. I'm Scott? I erm I mean I'm your.. Teacher? Scott Pilgrim? I'm your teacher, Scott Pilgrim. Yes. Yes I'm your teacher. I know.. How to uhh.. Your teacher.."
[Like a deer in the headlights, kids.]
Format: Any, Scott'll be posting in action
This log is: Open
Location: The Music Room
Summary: Scott is up for his first lesson as Music teacher. Minor snag though.. He forgot how to play his instrument.
Warnings: Swearing. Lots of swearing. And awkwardness. Pretty even with both of these.
[Scott had barely gotten any sleep on Sunday night. With the impending doom looming over his head, he found sleep to be something which he would never again obtain. Fretting the entire night on just how a man who had no clue as to play a musical instrument would effectively be able to teach a class of students.. Well.. It made him panic. Panic is the best word to describe his actions, so we'll go with that.
Now standing in the doorway of his classroom, Scott could not run away from this as per his usual reaction to problems that came his way. No, our hero had to face this head on, least he face a punishment far worse than death. And so, Scott Pilgrim began his death march towards his desk, clinging to what books he had been provided by the school, awaiting the moment of judgment to be placed upon him.]
-AHEM- "Uhh.. Oh.. Uhh.. H-Hello.. I.. I'm.. I'm Scott? I erm I mean I'm your.. Teacher? Scott Pilgrim? I'm your teacher, Scott Pilgrim. Yes. Yes I'm your teacher. I know.. How to uhh.. Your teacher.."
[Like a deer in the headlights, kids.]
no subject
Also, what even is music class. People can learn this? ]
no subject
Scott picks up a mug from his desk and begins to strum it.]
"Eh-heh.. Music can be.. Found anywhere! See? I can even.. Uhh.. Make music with this uhh.. Mug."
[Insanity = 1, Scott = -100]
no subject
What're you even trying to teach?