Iiiiit's Monday, and that means it's time for class!

[lucetimods]

Who: All the fine students of Luceti U!
What: IT'S TIME FOR COLLEGE, YO.
When: September 8 - 12th.
Where: All over "campus".
Summary: It's the first week of class for all you wonderful students, both new and old! Enjoy catching up with friends, trying to find your classes, engaging in all aspects of college life, and... let's not forget about the upcoming game.
Rating: PG-13 at best, guys. I know this is supposed to be college but if you're going to engage in the more... racy aspects of college life, take it off-comm!
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Comments

[inkedassassin]

Perhaps you might make a primer or pamphlets, an album of different kinds of drama. If they are more aware of their options, perhaps they might make use of them.

[ Ah there is- a bottle of water. He uncorks it and sniffs, making certain it hasn't been colored with- anything. It's clean. He pours himself a glass and offers it to Jane as well. ]

Yours is more of the spoken word than sung verse, true.

[searches_forhim]

[She nods to the offered water, thinking over his suggestion. Could it be that others are not as educated on the subject as she is? In that case, she'd be happy to give them a crash course in quality drama.]

Words can be very powerful. I think the fact that you can have a song stuck in your head but not remember any of the words just proves how much the music muddles the message.

[inkedassassin]

Occasionally a lesson carried on a melody might sink deeper. But these are very different schools of thought.

[searches_forhim]

Can you give me an example of a lesson that affected you more deeply because it was set to music?

[inkedassassin]

The names of all the family's...well. The name of a particular branch of the family that it's best to not cross, mm? Such a lesson made the difference between life and death as a child.

[searches_forhim]

Alright, I'll concede that it helps with memorization for children. We all learned the alphabet by singing it. But this isn't children's theatre.

[inkedassassin]

Most of the students are not yet thirty, I would argue it makes them children. They are young. Let them be young, Miss Foster.

[searches_forhim]

[That is a foreign concept to Jane. She can't remember the last time she felt young. You grow up fast in the foster system.]

And just when I thought you were on my side.

[inkedassassin]

The young are needed just as much as those that are painfully aware of the flaws in the system. I would suggest you revel in your youth but you do in your own, impassioned way. Be the thorn in their side. Make them think. Make them listen. That is your talent.

Just...no naked picket lines? Indecent exposure is not the best exposure, mm?

[searches_forhim]

I can do that. I can definitely be a thorn. I just... I don't feel particularly youthful.

[She is aghast that he thinks she would do something so crazy. Naked in public?]

I would never do that! I want people to listen to my message not stare at my body.

[inkedassassin]

Ah, then you are a step ahead of the last group that felt as you felt.

[searches_forhim]

Words don't exist to express how pleased I am that was before my time here.