+ Too Cool for School +

[vitaelamorte]

Who: Everyone!
Where: Yasogami High School
When: 6/28-7/1
Rating: Warn if you go higher than PG-13
Summary: Open log for the Persona 4 event! Everyone is spending some time as students and instructors at Yasogami High School in Inaba, Japan.
The Story:
For the weekend, everyone is either a teacher or a student at a Japanese high school. Enjoy Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, and look forward to exams on Monday.

The full event description is located here and the plot post is here, with a Q&A thread where you can ask questions.

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Dipper Pines | student | ota

[krmvgivv]

Class

[Dipper's a smart kid. Too smart, some of his teachers might say. Smart, outspoken, and determined, and lacking anything resembling manners.

Which is why he's had his hand raised for the past six and a half minutes, reaching as though if he strained any harder he might reach the ceiling. Because he's smart and he knows a lot and one of the things he knows is that the thing the teacher said seven minutes ago was completely wrong and he needs to correct them!!

Too bad he's been a student long enough that the teacher knows calling on Dipper rarely goes good places. They just keep teaching while Dipper tries to get their attention, reaching higher and higher and higher until he falls out of his chair. Whoops.]

Library

[Dipper should be studying for his exams. He does care about his grades, and he even like studying, even if what he wants to study and what his teachers want him to study rarely overlap.

But today? His studying has been abandoned for a much, much more important project.

Trying to figure out the best possible plan to ask out the cute older boy he's seen around.

His papers are spread around the table, a mishmash of crumpled up papers, notes, words circled with question marks, pros and cons, and the thing he's working on now: a long numbered list detailing out the perfect plan.

So long as he follows the list, he can't possibly fail.]

Music Club (sort of)

[Dipper plays sousaphone, but he's not very good. Or at least, he's not very practiced. He just has so many other things that occupy his thoughts all the time that music ends up getting pushed to the background.

Right now, though, he's kind of wishing it wasn't. Because that cute older boy he keeps seeing around plays clarinet in music club and maybe if Dipper was actually good he could use that to go say hi. As it is?

Well, he's standing outside the music club room, clutching the instrument to his chest and trying to decide whether it's worth it or not. He peeks through the door, then ducks his head back quickly. Okay. He can do this.

Maybe.]

Wildcard

[If you want something else, hit me up! We can roll with it!]

Class

[bibliocorn]

[If Sunburst had to pick some reasons as to why he sometimes goes home at the end of the day and just wants to lie down in a dark room for an hour, Dipper would be Exhibit A. He watches Dipper fall off his chair with a clatter, tilting his head to stare at the ceiling as if that would give him some strength. He takes a deep breath. Fine. ]

Did you have something to offer to the lesson, Mr Pines?

[He should probably help the kid up, but no. The further he can keep out of Dipper's range, the more chance he has of walking away and pretending he can't hear him later.]

[krmvgivv]

Um. [Dipper clambers back into his chair and rubs the back of his neck.]

Black Beauty was published in November 1877, not September.

[bibliocorn]

[C H I L D.]

Right. Thanks for the fact check.

[Ugh, why does this kid always have to be right? How obnoxious is that? It's not like Sunburst has to do this and it's not like he's a little resentful about being caught in a mistake. No sir.]

Now, perhaps we can focus on the theming of the novel? Do you have anything to offer there?

[krmvgivv]

Um.

[He hadn't actually thought about that part much.]

Be... nice to horses?

[bibliocorn]

[Congrats, Dipper- you swung with your eyes closed and you managed to score. Sunburst looks pacified, for now.]

Yes, well done. Sewell wrote it to address the poor treatment of horses in her time period. By making the horse the narrator of the story, by giving him sentience [sentient horses, who'd have thunk it?] she was giving him a human element. It was an attempt to make people who read it feel sorry for him, to see some of themselves in him- to see horses as living beings, with thoughts and feelings and not just mere beats of burden.

[krmvgivv]

But-- [Dipper raises his hand again but doesn't wait to be called on.] It's fictional, right? I mean the treatment of horses was real, sure, and I'm not saying that part's good, but don't you think maybe she undermined her point a little by making the horses sentient? Like, why believe part of it when other parts aren't real?

[bibliocorn]

[When they get back to normal, he will remember this, Dipper.]

To make it from the horse's point of view, of course. Humans are more liable to have empathy for something they feel they can connect to. So, the sentience means they can see the world through the horse's eyes. It provides a level of understanding otherwise lost.

Music club

[teamfun]

[Louis is a born meddler. He'd deny it, of course, say he's a romantic, but there's definitely a good helping of meddling in that. He was already heading to music club when he comes across Dipper; decidedly not entering the room and awkwardly peering into the room.

He pauses, head tilting to the right slowly. He looks at Dipper, looks at the door, then back at Dipper. Oh. This is interesting.]

So. You're either afraid music club is actually a front for a murder cult- which if we were, we'd find a way spookier place to do it than school, or you've got a case of the butterflies.

[He leans his tall ass OVER Dipper to peer into the room, squinting.]

On the basis it's probably that last one, who is it?

[krmvgivv]

[Dipper cringes back, face going red.]

No on! Nothing! I just--don't music good!

[Those are definitely words that make some kind of sense.]

[teamfun]

[That sure is a lot of red there, buddy. Louis smirks a lopsided smile.]

You don't music good? Well, I don't know about that, but you sure don't English good.

[He goes to open the door.]

Well, you got your instrument, and honestly, music club is the best place to get better at it.

[krmvgivv]

I English great.

[Grumble grumble. Dipper clutches his sousaphone to his chest.]

Maybe I should practice alone for a while first? Like, I don't want to inflict my bad music on [Wirt] everybody.

[teamfun]

Uh huh.

[He leans on the door-jam, folding his arms and giving Dipper an appraising look.]

Y'know, that's the magic of music club. We help each other with that we're struggling with and get better at music together. Like a big happy family. With musical instruments. The best way you're gonna get better is in that room.

[krmvgivv]

Maybe I... don't want to get better?

[He cringes. The argument is weak even to him.]

Maybe I just carry this around as, uh, self defense!! It's pretty heavy. I could hit someone with it.

[teamfun]

Wow. And the award for the flimiest excuse ever goes to Dipper Pines. Good job, buddy.

[He is not buying it, not even a little.]

Dude. Just go inside. Do you want me to pick you up and literally carry you inside? 'Cause I can.

[krmvgivv]

[Dipper stares, eyes widening, as he clutches the sousaphone closer to himself.

Then without hesitating, he hurls the sousaphone as hard as he can (which isn't very) at Louis, and runs away.

To his credit, it might not be a practical self defense weapon, but it is unexpected.]

library

[powerofmabel]

[Mabel is sitting across from him with her arms crossed. She is judging.]

This is dumb.

[She's said this several times now.] Just ask him, you dork.

[krmvgivv]

Please. Just asking is what gets you turned down. This... [He waves at his piles of papers.] Is me optimizing my chances.

[powerofmabel]

Schyeah. Optimizing your chances of looking like a big creep. [She leans forward, inspiration striking.] Maybe you should have your way more charming sister talk you up.

[krmvgivv]

Absolutely not.

[That way lies disaster, Dipper is certain of that much.]

You'll tell him I smell or something and scare him off.

[He does smell, but she doesn't have to bring it up!]

[powerofmabel]

[She slams a fist down.] I would call it a manly musk and it would make your unwashed clothes that much more appealing and you know it!

[krmvgivv]

[Dipper groans and leans his forehead on the table.]

Please never say those words again.

[powerofmabel]

What words? [She gets in really, really close to his ear.] Manly. Musk.

Class

[shslliar]

[Kokichi just laughs as Dip Dop the nerd flops out of his chair.]

NEEHEEHEEHEE! Hey, Sensei? I think we need to take this guy to the infirmary! His arm's about to fall off!

[krmvgivv]

[Dipper clambers back into his chair, his face burning. There's no need for Kokichi to be so mean about it.]