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second voyage.

[ Action: Mayfield High. ]

[ Well, after she received a phone call (while still trying to get used to Mayfield as a whole) that she was in danger of losing her job at the school, Ambrosia decides that it's best to go in and make some money off of the poor saps. And, so, those who have World History with her will find the door suddenly being kicked in and the teacher wearing this ensemble with this hat on her head. ]

Yo, everyone! Siddown 'n start t' pay attention!

[ Truthfully, her hat could take care of the whole attention bit. But, anyway... She grabs a piece of chalk and scrawls her name on the board, among other things. ]

Now, ye may see rules as somethin' ye need t' obey, but I'm not gonna be one of those tough teachers 'n expect ye t' adhere t' every single one of 'em. Basically, if ye give me respect, I'll give ye th' same. Now, I don't exactly agree t' th' material bein' used in this course, so ye can forget th' book now. Why? Well, personally, I believe tha' a more hands-on experience t' things.

So, instead I'll more than likely be tellin' ye of me travels on th' seven seas itself 'n if ye want t' tell me 'bout some of yer travels, then so be it.

[ She goes to sit down at her desk and leans back in her chair to kick her feet up on the desk itself. ]

Let's begin with an introduction. As ye know, I'm Captain Ambrosia Gray of th' Bloody Mary, a pirate ship me father gave t' me. I'm from Earth, 'n it's 'round th' eighteenth century back home. I've been 'round Europe, Africa, East 'n West Asia, among other areas.

Now, tell me 'bout ye 'n some travels ye may have had. If ye haven't, then perhaps ye can learn 'bout some of th' ones people have had.

[ Action: Teacher's Lounge ]

[ When lunch or break time hits, Ambrosia is in the teacher's lounge and sipping something that definitely doesn't look like water. She's eating some fruit and some of the sandwich she "bought" while looking pleased with herself. ]

Maybe this job won't be too bad...

[ Action: Bodine Fashion. ]

[ Later on, after work and everything, Ambrosia's scanning the aisles and racks with a critical eye. While she's not expecting there to be a surplus of pirate clothing, she can find substitutes at least. ]

...Well, they could have some color at least.

[ Phone ]

I'm not entirely fond of bein' weaponless, so I was wonderin' if anyone out there would be able t' fashion me up a pair of sabers. If that's not able t' be done, then I can take a standard sword instead.

Ye'll be paid fer services rendered. Thank ye.

( OOC: If you can't read the image, it says "Captain Ambrosia Gray
World History
Rules Will Be Discussed. )

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[Iceland is looking at her outfit rather incredulously. It's a change of being annoyed they assigned him World History, but he's not sure if it's good or bad yet.]

[ Ambrosia tilts her hat a bit, giving Iceland a stare herself. ]

Somethin' th' matter, mate?

Why are you wearing that?

[Looking at the hat, specifically.]

[ She follows his gaze at her hat before taking it off. ]

Me pirate hat's more impressive, but this looked like it'd fit.

It's weird to wear in a school.

So is outside of school, but ye don't see me complainin'.

...Whatever.

[Looking out the window now. He is obviously the most engaged student okay.]

'N ye are who?

[ Because what is actually looking at the class roster. :| ]

Iceland.

[The roster wouldn't have his real name anyway.]

As in th' country?

[ Clearly, she's not drunk enough for this. ]

Yes. So I don't need a World History class.

[ Okay, then. Let's just...bypass that. ]

...Well, I ain't much fer rules, love. But, that doesn't mean I'm a pushover. So, if ye wish t' leave, go ahead. However, if ye wish t' contribute t' th' discussion at hand 'n share ye adventures, then go ahead.

I'll get droned if I leave.

[He looks over at her again.]

I've been to a lot of places. It's not really an adventure, though.

So I see.

[ She waits for him to explain before a slight perplexed look crosses her face. ]

How do ye mean, love?

[Iceland shrugs.]

It's just meetings and stuff like that.

Meetin's, huh?

[ It seems like Ambrosia's intently focused on this for a minute or two before snapping her fingers a bit. ]

There's gotta be at least somethin' ye've seen tha's interestin'!

[He shrugs.]

Volcanoes. Whales. Wars? I don't know if that's interesting.

All of it's interestin'.

[Barton, who was half asleep when Ambrosia walked in, perks up at the mentioning of travels and tales and pirates. This might be interesting after all.

Called on to tell about her own travels, she looks a bit torn on the idea for a moment. She's done a lot of travelling, but doesn't have many nice stories relating to it.]

Um... I've travelled all over North America. Mostly by foot or hopping trains.

[ Patiently, Ambrosia waits for Barton to speak before nodding a bit to her story. ]

What have ye seen? Anythin' interestin'?

Um, I guess I have. [Her memory gets a bit fuzzy on some of it.] Saw a lot of wide open country. There's a lotta nice scenery out there.

I'd have t' agree with ye on tha'. What was yer favorite place t' be?

[She thinks for a moment.] Grand Canyon. Doesn't come much nicer 'n that.

Don't think I've seen tha'. What's it like?

[ She could look it up in one of the books, but she's not really down with that. She'd rather experience it for herself, but as seeing that Mayfield doesn't allow that - well... it makes things tough. ]

It's... huge. Like it goes on forever. And... It's just really pretty. I dunno.

[Ambrosia can probably tell his girl is not a master of words, as she seem to have to think on expressing how she feels about it.]

[ Ambrosia definitely can pick it up, so she just simply nods. ]

I can picture it in me mind. Don't worry yer little head, love.

I think there's pictures in some of these text books somewhere. Anyway, I'd say visit, but I don't even know if we're from the same place.

[Hal's come in to dump out the remains of his morning coffee before heading out for lunch. He's still not the classiest of dressers, his tie askew and his lack-of-blazer causing no end to the 'helpful' comments from the drone faculty, but even he can't overlook her hat.]

Did I miss the memo for Dress Up day?

[ And that hat is still going to stay on top of her head, thank you very much. ]

Dress Up day, love?

The hat. It's an interesting touch.

I'm glad ye agree. The place needs somethin' interestin', after all.

Well, you look more interesting than a drone anyway.

'course I am, mate!

[Finally! A class he can be excited about! Black☆Star stands up atop his desk, so all eyes can properly be on him]

My partner and I traveled to Chicago to confront the evil mob boss Al Capone!

[ Well, the behavior garners a small chuckle from her before she shakes her head. ]

'N who's Al Capone, mate?

He was this mob boss who was eating human souls, so my partner and I were sent to collect his!

... Souls, huh? Ye don't know Davy Jones, do ye?

Never met him, why?

It's said tha' if ye make a debt with Jones, he forces ye t' work on his ship until the debt is paid. Usually, ye pay with yer soul as a fee fer what he does.

Oh, we don't do anything like that. We just collect human souls that are becoming kishin.

[Because that makes so much more sense]

[ Right. So, she's just going to smile and nod because she totally does not get it. ]

'N kkishin are?

[Man, he has to explain everything]

If a human soul becomes corrupted, it turns into a kishin egg. If nobody harvests it, it can turn the human into a kishin, which is sort of like a super strong evil demon god, I guess.

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