The Bubblewrapian Academy of Role-Play Etiquette

[The Evil Overlordess]

Dear Student,

It is our pleasure to accept you as a new role-player to the Bubblewrapian Academy of Role-Playing Etiquette! Here you will learn the fine art of how to role-play while having fun and making friends. Though this is a fluid field, based upon creativity and thinking on your feet (or computer chair, as the case may be), there are a few basic rules we ask that you abide by while in this Academy.

1. Listen to your teachers and other students. Try to be respectful and absorb all they have to teach you.

2. There will be outings in which your teachers will instruct you in how to RP in different environments. Attempt not to get lost, get any major injuries, or get your brain swapped with John Travolta during these.

3. Please respect the sensative ears of Miss Rachel and spell, punctuate, and use grammar properly.

Please find your classroom number at the main office and be in your seat when the bell rings. Thank you.

--The Bubblewrapian Academy of Role-Play Etiquette Staff

[The Evil Overlordess]

Reserved for future needs, if we have them.

[The Evil Overlordess]

Miss Rachel sat on the edge of her new pine desk, nervously filing her nails and staring at the clock at the back of the freshly-painted classroom. It was an institutional green, the kind only found in schools and prisons, but she had tried to liven it up with inspirational posters. Most of them had waterfalls and deserts on them, then words in very small, italicized text. These worried her.

She was already down to the quick of her fingers and her cuticles were bloody, but the tick was entrancing. She kept on filing.

Five o'clock.

Five-oh-one.

Five-oh-three.

Jesus! Where is she?

She slid off the desk, straightening her newly-bought teacher-skirt (two adjectives fit it: floral, and terrifying). Her co-teacher was supposed to be here by now. She paced in front of the chalk board, where she had already written, in her best handwriting, The Basic Principles of Role-Play.

She glanced at the clock.

Five-oh-eight.

Lord!

[The ASW]

Miss Rachael, who was always late to everything school-related, ran down the hallway to the class room. Her car keys jingled in her pocket, and her cell phone's ear piece was wrapped around her neck. The small girl dodged several janitors and various staff, and she finally slid to a halt in front of the door.

"Sorry I'm late!" Miss Rachael called in a sing-song tone as she opened the door to the class room.

She blanched, "Nice frocks," then modeled her own I'm-Trying-To-Look-Professional-Yet-Still-Slightly-Lolita pants suit.

[Skiv]

The frantic, pitter-pattering of soft-soled boots can be heard, growing steadily louder. Skiv (note the lack of "miss") clad in a pair of green pants that have a faintly visible scale pattern, under a seperated surcoat of crinkley looking fabric. Her shoes are the aforementioned boots (brownish/coppery ones), thus making it very difficult to stop when she would please.

"I'm so sorry I'm late Miss Rachel and Miss Racheal!! I promise it won't happen agai---ERK!!!" She cried as she came skidding around the doorway, straight into Miss Racheal's back. They both go tumbling to the floor, slide a short way, and come to a halt.

[The Evil Overlordess]

Miss Rachel started and stared at the tangle of the girl with the slippery boots and Miss Rachael.

How does she know our names on the first day of class? She must be... psychic and feared at all costs! Appeased! No! Feared! No! Equality among students! Greck!

Miss Rachel skidded on her own slippery flowered flip-flops to the door and bent down.

"Anyone hurt?" she asked anxiously. "Broken bones? Blood? Involunatary bodily leakings?"

[The ASW]

Miss Rachael, now beneath a student, lie stunned on the floor of the classroom. When asked if she was alright by Miss Rachel, she sat up, the girl falling off, and thought a minute.

And began to poke various parts of herself. Ribcage. Cheekbone. Shoulder. Leg.

"Nope, I think I'm okay!"

[Skiv]

Skiv leaps up hurridly and helps the teacher to her feet.

I hope they don't find out I'm psychic... I should have been more careful... Her eyes dart shiftily from left to right, then right to left, then up to down, then down to up. After doing all of that she feels a bit dazed as her pupils dialate quickly.

Waving a hand in the air she replies "I think I'm alright too, no worries."

The world is mad....

[The Evil Overlordess]

Miss Rachel nodded.

"Good, good. I was worried I'd have my co-worker and only student killed on the first day, and then where would I be? Alone. Here. In this cold room. With a gold fish for company, possibly, but that would only be if it got really desperate."

Her eyes darted, mimicing the girl's twitchy eye movements, and she gnawed nervously on a flap of skin by her thumb before muttering, "damn! Shouldn't do that!"

She dropped her hand and smiled weakly, pointing at the desk. A pile of nametags lay on it, by a marker.

"Would you like to make your name tag, there?" she asked the girl.

[The ASW]

"Errlack!"

Miss Rachael pelvic thrusted through the air as her cellphone vibrated in her back pocket. That really was annoying. After a moment, she managed to get the antenna past the hem of her pocket and pull the phone out. It flipped open with a WOO sound, and she put it up to her ear.

"Helloooo! Yes, I'm here. No, I didn't die. No, I didn't get pulled over either. Are you going to get Hollie now? Good, good. Alright, I'll tell Ray-chill of this. Thank you."

She gushed into the phone before hanging up and giggling retardedly.

[Skiv]

Skiv doesn't seem to have noticed any of her new teacher's antics, she nods happily to the teacher by the desk before taking up a name tag and a sharpie...

Sharpies smell nice, but the fumes aren't good for you I don't think, neither is pork, or so they say, but that's still good, so sharpies must be good but bad, like rubber rooms, I was in a rubber room once... It had rubber rats, horrid, squeaky things, I hate rubber rats. Rubber rats? I saw rubber rats once, in a rubber room. Horrid, sqeaky things...

Her thoughts trail off as she focuses very hard on her writing. In mildly large, pointy letters, she writes "Skiv, fear me." on her tag, before slapping it upside down on her shirt and beaming at her teachers.

"This is going to be a wonderful class!!"

[The Evil Overlordess]

Miss Rachel twitched a little.

"That's... great..." Miss Rachel tilted her head and glared at the name tag. "...Skivfearme. I'm glad you're so eager."

She gleebled at Miss Rachael and nodded.

"Are they coming? Nothing has spontaneously combusted or gotten attacked by pine martens? Hope not." Her eyes darted, and she pointed at a small closet beside the chalk board. "I have a few other people in there."

[The ASW]

Miss Rachael eyed Skiv for a moment, then looked at Miss Rachel.

"Yes, they are coming. Maria is borrowing my dad's car to pick up Hollie in that one pocket of your's, then they're coming here."

She looked off to the side and wondered if that made any sense.

[Skiv]

Skiv eyes Miss Rachael for a moment, forgets what she was doing, and begins humming a jaunty little tune.

"When does the class start? I just kinda... Showed up..." Her she gazes around the room for a moment before pulling a copper pocket watch out of her pants. After a quick glance, a double-take, then a triple-take just for good measure, she shrieks, "MY CHICKEN!!!" And runs hurridly from the room, slipping and sliding franticly out the door.

[The Evil Overlordess]

"Wait!" Miss Rachel slid to the door, waving her attendance book. "I didn't even manage to write down your-- damn!"

She turned pathetically to Miss Rachael.

"We lost our only student," she said sadly.

There was a crash from what might have been the lobby, a scream, and a brief tinkle of glass. Manical laughter floated in the door.

"Well, at least we know Hollie's here..."