Episode 9: Questions of Chemical Imbalance

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High School | Science Classroom | Day

((Hey, Mayfield! Here's something I've been wanting to try for a while now, haven't had a chance. Let's see if it works!

Peter Parker, Spider-Man, is going to teach his high school Chemistry class, same as normal, but this time I want the tagging to be more like an actual classroom. And classrooms foster discussion, right? Right!

So, anyone of high school age, why don't you show up for class and tag him... all at the same time. Everybody thread hop and continue this one thread, and Peter will try to keep up with your questions, antics, and class clowning as best as he can, while also trying desperately to teach this class and maintain order. We'll try to go by posting order, but if it messes up, whatevz, we'll just wing it.

Which probably isn't very WELL. Something tells me he's about to find out that the real monsters of the world are adolescent punks.))

 

 

[Peter shuffles into his classroom, pushing the door open with his back as he finishes eating his doughnut and struggles to pull off his messenger bag. As he enters, he turns around and sees a class full of students. And he means FULL: every seat is filled. This is puzzling on two fronts: first, usually he shows up, "teaches" maybe eight kids who bothered to show up that day, then kills time until the next period, which probably has even less kids, and the cycle repeats until he can go home. Today, for whatever reason, everyone's here. And weird factor number two? They're all ON TIME. In their seats, doing various things, sure, but they're all actually here before the bell. This is, uh... what is this. He don't even. He stands in the front of the room, messenger bag hanging awkwardly on his neck, the last bit of doughnut still between his lips. He speaks hesitantly, still swallowing.] Uh... thith ithn't an intervenshuh, ith it?

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[ex_haveaplan64]

(All of that just went over the Sniper's head.)

I'll take your word for it.