22nd Tactic

[commentboxtroll]

[phone; no filters]

Not to put a damper on anyone's excitement, but, provided this place doesn't finish breaking down and taking us all with it, school will be starting again on the sixth of September. For those of you who are new or who just haven't been paying attention, there's a few things you need to know:

First, you don't actually have to go to school every day. The town will only force you to go if you miss three days in a row. If you have someone willing to call you in sick from your house, you can extend that time frame for another day or so.

Second, grades don't matter. The worst you'll get by blowing off your work is either dull disappointment from drones or relatively harmless ire from certain teachers.

[You know who you are, certain teachers.]

And finally, don't be surprised if you end up repeating classes. You can end up doing that a lot and it'll have nothing to do with whether you passed or not.

That's it, your annual school announcement. The one that matters, anyway.

[/end phone]

[Caesar sure hopes he won't have to give that speech a third time next year...

Or should he be hoping to, depending? Oh well. He'll go back to lazing about on the front porch with Bonaparte the Second after that, trying to keep from getting too bored between watching the drones glitch out as they wander by and dangling a string over the cat for her to bat at.]

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[scarredglasses]

[Well that was an interesting phone call. School? Here?]

So we have to go to school sometimes and it doesn't matter as long as we just turn up?

[commentboxtroll]

Basically. So long as your name shows up as present in one or two classes that day, you'll be fine.

[scarredglasses]

Great! I'm assuming the classes are the same as usual schools, right?

[commentboxtroll]

Depends on what 'as usual' means to you. Math, history, literature, science, that kind of stuff?

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[beamiracle]

Saying that is going to put teachers like me out of work. [Although Lion doesn't sound that mad about it...]

That said, I suppose people could do with a reminder. This place can be monotonous at best.

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[commentboxtroll]

I figured a reminder was in order. It's not like everyone here is used to the schedule this place keeps.

And hey, just think of it more as me making your work day much more quieter than it could have been...

[beamiracle]

Mm. With a place like this, who knows what could happen. I'll take whatever quiet moments it offers us.

[cosmicbond]

Oh. The sixth.

[You may be able to here some scribbling on paper. Gen LOVES school. So many opportunities for friends!]

Thanks a lot! Maybe I'll see ya there?

Oh! One question: what's the uniform? Or is their policy lax?

[He's been eyeing this actually nice jacket in one of the shops...]

[commentboxtroll]

[Talk about polar opposites here.]

What? On the first day? I haven't decided if I'll go yet or not.

No uniform, though. Just don't go naked or something, for all of our sakes.

[cosmicbond]

You should! First day of school's always ripe to meet new people.

Gotcha. No Amazon-sempai costume.

[He'll chuckle to himself, hopefully conveying that he's joking around.]

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[kinship]

I'm looking forward to it! I hope you are too, Caesar...

[This is the swot that did all his summer homework assignments in the first three days, even the ones set by drones.]

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[commentboxtroll]

You would say something like that, wouldn't you...

[Neeeeeerrrrd.]

I only ever look forward to the end of a school day.

[kinship]

[His nerdiness is his superpower, or something.]

That's not a very good example to set to the impressionable younger children.

[selematpagi]

Laaaaaaaaaaaaaaame. I guess I'll have to be taking off every other day now.

[commentboxtroll]

It could be worse. You could have to go every single day to keep from being droned.

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[micronation]

I don't want to go back again, I'm always in the same year.

[Because this is the best way to inform someone you are undroned (again). Also Sealand why are you calling you're in the same house...]

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[commentboxtroll]

That's because you're a tiny nation that never ages, Sealand.

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[commentboxtroll]

[Wait...]

Sealand? [Huh. He's back.] When did you get back?

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[micronation]

This morning. And Sealand ages! Sealand will be forty-five in three days.

[inthebones]

Preempting me this year, I see.

[commentboxtroll]

Am I? Huh. I hadn't even noticed.

[inthebones]

For posterity, I'd like to note that my ire is relatively harmless only in comparison to perhaps a large dragon's.

LET'S GO BACK IN TIME, SON

[walking_nuke]

[Well. The recent glitching has had Balin really on edge. It was one thing for regained items and abilities to appear and disappear back around Christmas, but after what he experienced in the Other Mayfield? Not to mention what happened to Caesar there? Balin is visibly unnerved.]

[So much so that he's wearing his armor at home right now.]

[Which is evident by the fact that his hand just popped out of the door, waving and grasping about as if he had been trying to open it. On the other side of that door—]

Oh, fuck—

[—so, Balin just ... hurriedly steps through the damn thing. He's got his Series 3 shotgun pointed on his back, and he's carrying a box of gun maintenance tools and supplies.]

TIME IS JUST AN ILLUSION

[commentboxtroll]

[While Balin is on edge, Caesar is and has been the complete opposite. He doesn't seem particularly worried or it could be he doesn't care. Mayfield is weird. It's always been that way.

Now it's just a little weirder.

He stops moving the string about, letting the cat catch the dangling end for now, and glances over at the door instead. He shouldn't be surprised to see Balin step right through it, but okay, even he'll admit that's strange to see.]

Huh. We'll never need to worry about locks again if that keeps up.

[walking_nuke]

Yeah, 'cause we'll get bigger shit to worry about.

[Gritting his teeth, though not out of anger. Or at least, not anger toward Caesar. He's going to find an open spot on the porch, setting the box of maintenance stuff down next to him, then unholstering the Series 3 Triple Incendiary Shotgun as he sits down himself. Automatically, the Series 3's barrels rotate into a horizontal configuration with a heavy whirring sound, followed by a computer-like beep.]

You remember anything from'a Carnival yet?