Fandom High School

For the first class of this session, they were in the Danger Shop. But Magnus still hasn't gotten it working, so... use your imaginations, kids. Maybe listen to the word picture being painted.

"Okay, so this things doesn't know what a battle-wagon is, but that's okay. We can work up to them," Magnus said, squinting at the control panel like maybe if he shoved a robot arm in there it'd work.

Robot arms were his solution for everything.

"My name is Magnus Burnsides and I'll be your teacher for this class. Hi. Hello." He was being super professional right now. "And, um, let's do a round of introductions. And maybe what your experience with vehicles is. That... sounds right."

Look, he wasn't a teacher. He was a big, beefy, fighty boy.

This week there was more wood at the front of the class along with saws and wood glue. Because Magnus was switching it up. Keeping you kids on your toes.

"Alright, your ducks are coming along... nicely?" He was indeed rolling a deception check on that. "So we'll start a new project! A bird house. Or maybe a squirrel house. I can't make that choice for you."

Plus, the squirrels were pretty adorable in his estimation.

"Now, I don't expect you to get this done today, so don't rush. Take your time and be careful."

He was super sure he'd get fired if someone lost a finger on his watch.

The teacher was there just a touch late, rushing in with a cup of coffee from The Park, but not wearing any Ugg boots or leggings. Not because he couldn't pull it off, because he didn't own any.

"Alright, today we're going to see how your ducks are coming along," he said. "I brought more wood in case anyone needs to start over. Or wants to. Ducks can be tricky."

It was the faces. Duck butts were super easy.

"So, let's see where we're at!"

Short and to the point today, kids.

Class was in the Danger Shop because Magnus had thought it sounded pretty cool, but then had no idea how to program it, so class was in a big, empty room.

Well, mostly empty room. There were pieces of furniture in various stages of construction along with tools waiting for the kids. All three of 'am.

"Welcome to Woodworking... And other skills I can come up with," he said just a touch anxiously before barreling on ahead as was his wont. "My name is Magnus Burnsides and I'll be your teacher."

That sounded all official, right?

"So... first time teaching. Well, teaching teenagers. I taught a friend to carve a sweet puzzle box for her girlfriend once." Carey's blade skills did not translate over to woodcrafting. "Hopefully you guys have more talent there!"

Roll for an awkward laugh. What? Wrong medium for that? Damn.

Magnus cleared his throat. "So, let's get to introducing ourselves while sanding down some of these pieces."

And it wasn't even fantasy sandpaper!