Mad Science/Alyssa
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Kimball Regional Secondary School is a 1970's era three-storey field-stone pile reminiscent of a castle. It's a large 5-sided structure with glass "towers" at each corner containing study areas. classrooms are located on the outside walls and administrative areas toward the center. The gym and pool are separate buildings connected by underground walkways. The auditorium is the first basement level; beside that is a maze of breakout rooms, technical workshops and labs. Rumour says there's even a firing range down there, but nobody's seen it recently. | Kimball Regional Secondary School is a 1970's era three-storey field-stone pile reminiscent of a castle. It's a large 5-sided structure with glass "towers" at each corner containing study areas. classrooms are located on the outside walls and administrative areas toward the center. The gym and pool are separate buildings connected by underground walkways. The auditorium is the first basement level; beside that is a maze of breakout rooms, technical workshops and labs. Rumour says there's even a firing range down there, but nobody's seen it recently. | ||
| - | When you get off the bus the place is already fairly crowded. | + | When you get off the bus the place is already fairly crowded. Freshmen, sophomores and seniors were all mixed together as they tried to find their home rooms. Home rooms are a big thing at this school: they form natural cliques and compete in all manner of school events. Yours is Room 107, which you found out from the online registration site; the map told you how to get there with a minimum of fuss. Finding your assigned locker, 107K, is no harder. |
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| + | You stow your book bag, keeping only a notebook, pen and pencils, and your smartphone, then head into class. | ||
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| + | You're followed in almost immediatly by a model for amazon lingerie. She's a good foot taller than even the boys, and busty to boot. She has dark skin and brown oriental eyes capped by a mane of straight white hair that stops in a regimented line at her shoulders. She's straining to stay in a gold turtleneck, brown dress pants, and a lab coat. A small pair of semicirclar glasses rests on the tip of her perfect nose; she is observing the class over them. | ||
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| + | She takes out a ruler and slaps the desk, making a sound so loud they can probably hear it in Istanbul. | ||
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| + | "<b>SEATS!</b>" | ||
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| + | You grab the first chair you see, which happens to be front row right corner, nearest the door. Everyone grabs the closest unoccupied seat. A boy and girl get into a slapfight over who gets one of the back row seats. | ||
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| + | "You two! Taylor, you come sit here right in front of me. Barrie, you take that seat. Now!" The girl hastily comes up and sits in the shadow of the two Mounts Fuji." | ||
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| + | She frowns across the whole class. Looks like detention on the first day. Then her features soften and she breaks into a smile. Perfect white teeth, of course. | ||
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Revision as of 19:51, 22 August 2013
You give yourself the once-over. Amber t-shirt: check. Chestnut brown cargo pants: check. White lab coat: check. Big round glasses: check (you're pretty-much blind without them). Mousy brown hair that hangs down just past your shoulders: check. Breasts: still a work in progress. Sigh. Everything seems to be there and in the right place, though not as much of it as you'd like in once case. You your book bag and head out.
You spend the 30-minute bus ride re-reading MacDougall's Treatise on Scientific Relativism. It was released last year and blew the side of the science community wide open. It implied, and in fact demonstrated, that experimental results could be skewed or even changed by what the research was trying to measure. MacDougall's main point was that the current model of 'how science is done' is fundamentally flawed, and that expecting mundane results guaranteed them.
Kimball Regional Secondary School is a 1970's era three-storey field-stone pile reminiscent of a castle. It's a large 5-sided structure with glass "towers" at each corner containing study areas. classrooms are located on the outside walls and administrative areas toward the center. The gym and pool are separate buildings connected by underground walkways. The auditorium is the first basement level; beside that is a maze of breakout rooms, technical workshops and labs. Rumour says there's even a firing range down there, but nobody's seen it recently.
When you get off the bus the place is already fairly crowded. Freshmen, sophomores and seniors were all mixed together as they tried to find their home rooms. Home rooms are a big thing at this school: they form natural cliques and compete in all manner of school events. Yours is Room 107, which you found out from the online registration site; the map told you how to get there with a minimum of fuss. Finding your assigned locker, 107K, is no harder.
You stow your book bag, keeping only a notebook, pen and pencils, and your smartphone, then head into class.
You're followed in almost immediatly by a model for amazon lingerie. She's a good foot taller than even the boys, and busty to boot. She has dark skin and brown oriental eyes capped by a mane of straight white hair that stops in a regimented line at her shoulders. She's straining to stay in a gold turtleneck, brown dress pants, and a lab coat. A small pair of semicirclar glasses rests on the tip of her perfect nose; she is observing the class over them.
She takes out a ruler and slaps the desk, making a sound so loud they can probably hear it in Istanbul.
"SEATS!"
You grab the first chair you see, which happens to be front row right corner, nearest the door. Everyone grabs the closest unoccupied seat. A boy and girl get into a slapfight over who gets one of the back row seats.
"You two! Taylor, you come sit here right in front of me. Barrie, you take that seat. Now!" The girl hastily comes up and sits in the shadow of the two Mounts Fuji."
She frowns across the whole class. Looks like detention on the first day. Then her features soften and she breaks into a smile. Perfect white teeth, of course.
