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myblimpisbigger) wrote2011-01-25 08:27 pm
myblimpisbigger) wrote2011-01-25 08:27 pm
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Fourteen: In Which Klaus Does His Job
[It's funny. When Klaus likened running Europa to running a kindergarten, he hadn't actually had any experience in kindergarten-running.
Thanks to Mayfield, that has changed. Klaus has been the proud teacher of the Mayfield kindergarten class for quite some time now -- long enough, in fact, to have compiled several notebooks worth of notes on their behavior. As the majority, if not entirety, of his class is drones, he has decided that as there is nothing better to do, he may as well study the drone children in an attempt to better understand what long-term droning does the mind, specifically the developing mind.
Unfortunately, these notebooks are utterly devoid of documented incidents of his drone class interacting with Mayfield and its residents in a non-classroom setting.
So Klaus is taking some very excited drone kids on a field-trip to the Mayfield Fire Station. It's definitely not because he's actually rather fond of them and they sort of begged and he couldn't really say no I mean sure they're drones but they're still adorable tiny kids with big eyes and you don't know hard that is to RESIST, okay?
...Ahem.
You can find him (and his drone class):
A. Walking down the street on his way to the Fire Station (this is also a good opportunity to teach his gaggle about proper sidewalk and street-crossing etiquette), a group of kids ranging from ages three to six or so scampering behind him in a line like adorable soulless ducklings.
B. At the Fire Station, listening with veiled amusement as a drone fireman describes not a valiant fight to save someone's home, but a valiant fight to save someone's kitten that had gotten itself stuck in a tree. This is an intensely riveting story.
C. At the park because there is snow and they wanted to play in it before going home jeez don't look at him like that. Taking note of how they play is an intrinsic part of his research, okay?]
Thanks to Mayfield, that has changed. Klaus has been the proud teacher of the Mayfield kindergarten class for quite some time now -- long enough, in fact, to have compiled several notebooks worth of notes on their behavior. As the majority, if not entirety, of his class is drones, he has decided that as there is nothing better to do, he may as well study the drone children in an attempt to better understand what long-term droning does the mind, specifically the developing mind.
Unfortunately, these notebooks are utterly devoid of documented incidents of his drone class interacting with Mayfield and its residents in a non-classroom setting.
So Klaus is taking some very excited drone kids on a field-trip to the Mayfield Fire Station. It's definitely not because he's actually rather fond of them and they sort of begged and he couldn't really say no I mean sure they're drones but they're still adorable tiny kids with big eyes and you don't know hard that is to RESIST, okay?
...Ahem.
You can find him (and his drone class):
A. Walking down the street on his way to the Fire Station (this is also a good opportunity to teach his gaggle about proper sidewalk and street-crossing etiquette), a group of kids ranging from ages three to six or so scampering behind him in a line like adorable soulless ducklings.
B. At the Fire Station, listening with veiled amusement as a drone fireman describes not a valiant fight to save someone's home, but a valiant fight to save someone's kitten that had gotten itself stuck in a tree. This is an intensely riveting story.
C. At the park because there is snow and they wanted to play in it before going home jeez don't look at him like that. Taking note of how they play is an intrinsic part of his research, okay?]
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Which just goes to show that you can't judge a jar by its label! As Ples approaches, the kids closer to him respond with either childlike curiosity or shyness as the case may be. One of the younger ones scuttles back to Klaus and hides behind his leg.]
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Oh dear, I-I'm not interrupting anything am I? I'm just saying hello.
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Children? This is Mr. Ples Tibenoch.
[The boys and girls peer at Ples curiously. If their teacher knows him, clearly he must be interesting and cool! Then one girl pipes up that her daddy works with him at the bank, and the rest of them give approving hums. Clearly this man is the epitome of 50s respectability, to work at the bank with their classmate's daddy!]
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I-I never saw you as the children type, Klaus. Or... well, is this something for science again?