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 Posted: Wed May 21, 2014 9:10 am
Jackie nodded slightly at the mothman, resting her crossed arms on the table. "I am, indeed! I have... never seen anything like this. I'm happy that D.. Dashner and Falconnie are coming to such a great school," she pushed her glasses higher on her nose as another pair joined them. She smiled and nodded in greeting.
"I'm Doctor Jackie McHeastie, nice to meet you. I am rather enjoying the tours, Monster High is a very well structured. Very... large. If I were a student I'd probably get lost," she laughed slightly at her lame joke and cleared her throat.
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2014 11:39 am
Ronan’s parents got a little lost, but eventually they found their way to each class.
The general consensus was that Ronan was trying very hard, but needed to learn when it was and was not appropriate to voice an opinion.
Mr Hack even gave a glowing report of the boo’s endeavours for extra credit and the great job he’d done chroming the teacher’s car. Though Mr Hack made sure to point out that such attempts to bribe him into giving a good grade wasn’t going to work.
Thankfully Mrs Aalto’s desire to interrogate each and every member of staff over what exactly they were teaching was somewhat hampered by the language barrier.
Right up until they met Mr Rotter that was.
Ivar just shook his head and left his wife to it as she and the dead languages teacher discussed Mesopotamian syntax and the structure of the curriculum. Meri seemed delighted to have encountered a member of staff she could talk to at length.
“Meri…” Ivar looked at his watch. “Meri? Elskede? Må vi gå.”
She tore herself away, smiling broadly at Mr Rotter and thanking him for his time.
“Du har beroliget meg, jeg er sikker på at min sønn er i gode hender her.”
“I’m sure he is. My thanks Sir for your time.” Ivar tried to be polite but found it best not to stare at the teacher while he spoke.
Mr Rotter smiled stiffly. “Oh et is no problem. A pleasure to discuss the subject with one as enthusiastic. “
“Farvel Mr Rotter, much thanks.” Meri was quickly ushered away by her husband.
They joined the other parents for lunch, looking around a little uncertainly.
Ivar was particularly ill at ease, he wasn’t used to monsters despite being married to one. He’d not really been entirely prepared for how diverse the monster community was, nor how chaotic they seemed to be.
The pair selected a seat next to the familiar face of Doctor McHeastie, Ivar particularly thankful to find a normie face in the crowd.
“Good afternoon Doctor, it is good to see you once more.”
He smiled and looked warily to the moth man. Was that Mothew’s father then? He wasn’t sure he could assume.
He nodded a greeting to another apparently Normie and his sea creature partner.
Meri smiled softly and settled with her food. She wasn’t entirely comfortable amongst all these land dwellers either, old prejudices died hard and she couldn’t help but stare at some of the odd creatures that passed.
Her gaze settled on the mothman who she watched carefully while she ate. She wondered how Doriana’s parents felt about their daughter dating such a creature, not only a land walker, a flier too?
“Mothew’s?” She asked, tilting her head.
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2014 1:13 pm
"Is that everyone for the morning session?" Mr. Where poked his bandaged head out of his office to talk to Mr. Mummy as he walked by heading to the Creepateria.
"I've spoken to all of the parents on my list." The mathematician answered. "Why, are you missing someone?"
"Just a gore-dian for Atomica Servo, but with her parents currently being, er, indisposed in space, I suppose that perhaps she-"
"HANG ON JUST A SECOND, BUSTER!" A huge belch of smoke precluded the arrival of Goreia Desmoan, the grimmother of Lin McGearloch, on her scooter. It chugged its way up the coffin corridor, sputtering every couple of feet. "I'm here as the robot's gore-dian. Let's hurry up and get this over with! I've already missed two episodes today of 'Graves of our Lives' for this, and if I don't hurry, I'll miss the last three!"
"Ah, yes. Ms. Desmoan, won't you come in?" Mr. Where held open the door as Goreia's scooter....slooooooowly.....chugged.....in. Once it reached his desk, it gave out one last, coughing belch of smoke. Mr. Where surreptitiously waved one hand to clear away the greasy greyness as he spoke.
"It is a pleasure, of course, to have a Broadgrave star like yourself in my classroom, Ms. Desmoan. I do admit - I am a fan."
"Well, that just shows you have some taste!" Goreia replied, batting her scaley green eyelids at him. "Before all of these moving pictures, back when the stage was the grandest grave of them all, I ruled the hackting world!"
"Indeed, indeed." Mr. Where agreed, backing away a bit as Goreia nudged her scooter in and leaned much, much closer to him than was really necessary. "In fact, though, you did star in a couple of boovies, did you not? Sunset Ghoulevard comes to mind...."
"Ugh!" Goreia suddenly nearly spat in disgust. "Somehow, I acquired a reputation for being hard to work with. But that wasn't the case at all!"
"I heard it was because of your, er...ahem...*cough*" Mr. Where suddenly regretted bringing up this line of conversation. "Height. Or, rather, lack thereof."
Goreia grabbed Mr. Where by the lapels.
"I AM BIG! It was the pictures that got small!" She declared, dangerously.
For a couple of brief moments, there was a deafening silence in the room. Mr. Where, his face barely a centimeter away from Goreias, slowly stretched one arm over and picked up his clipboard.
"So.....about Atomica......"
Goreia sat back down.
"Yes, that dear ghoul is practically a grimdaughter to me. Ever since Lin found her in your catacombs - and how utterly disreputable is that, losing a student down in the catacombs and just leaving them there to rot? Anyways, since Lin reassembled her, she's been living with us and may I just say that it completely proves all the stereotypes about gremlins and technology not being able to coexist completely false."
Mr. Where decided this would not be the beast time to inform Ms. Desmoan that they had, in fact, lost two separate students down in the catacombs. He glanced through his notes on Atomica.
"Atomica has been in our Intro to Drama Class this screamester. She is very eager to show off, and has a...strong stage presence. However, she has difficulty backing off and giving other students a chance to shine."
"So?!" Goreia stood up on the seat of her scooter and leaned forward again. "That's good! Grab that brass ring and don't let anyone take it from you! Sounds like she's doing hexactly what she needs to get ahead!"
"Ms. Desmoan, acting is a group effort that requires cooperation between everyone on stage."
"Lies!" Goreia shouted again. "Do they give hackademy awards to everyone in a movie? Does Grimtertainment Tonight waste time interviewing extras? Of course not! All you're telling me is that Atomica's learned how to do drama from the master - me! I'm ready for my closeup, Mr. Where!"
Mr. Where, now stuffed as far back in his chair as he possibly could as Goreia stomped on his desktop, cleared his throat and looked at the clock on the wall.
"Well, well, lookatthetime, I believe it's time for the parental groups to have lunch and then switch off. This has, of course, been incredibly enlightening, Ms. Desmoan. Atomica is very fortunate to have a gore-dian that...understands her so well."
Goreia cracked a green, pointed smile.
"Of course she is, Mr. Where. She's already promised me that when she achieves her first starring role, I will go up on stage with her and we will perform the entire play alone, teaching everyone exactly how it should be done. Won't that be hextrordinary?"
"Yes, that's...one word for it." Mr. Where replied before blinking out of view and happily escaping his office.
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2014 1:53 pm
Mothias laughed to himself as more parents joined them at the table "I've not been to this area before," he explained, "A school this size is easy to get lost in! Mothias Clendenin." he introduced himself.
He smiled, "But, I will admit, the school was worth the travel down here. Though I haven't had the chance to speak with my son to find out who his teachers even are." he laughed again, shaking his head.
“Mothew’s?” She asked, tilting her head.
Mothias' antenna twitched as he glanced over at the couple and smiled "Oh, you've met Motthew?" he laughed, "Ah! How wonderful. He's a good kid. I have missed him since he's come down here to stay." he said with a sigh, "But, this is what he wanted after all."
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2014 2:33 pm
Meri nodded in understanding.
"Nice boy, polite."
Her husband chuckled softly.
"Mothias, a pleasure." He very hesitantly extended a hand, deciding despite his reservations that it was the polite thing to do.
"Ivar Aalto, this is my wife Meri. You must forgive her English, she tries but..." He paused, Meri shot him a LOOK.
"I believe our son's have become friends... of sorts."
He was still a little puzzled by Ronan's relationship with Motthew and Doriana.
"he and his ghoulfriend joined us for dinner last night."
"Pretty ghoul..." Meri mused, then shook her head and tutted.
"Meri."
"He still not introduced us to his new ghoulfriend, is he ashamed maybe?"
"He said she was busy"
"Bah, busy. She make time!"
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2014 2:51 pm
Mothias laughed a little as he shook Ivar's hand. He nodded, "Its always good to hear he's doing well. Seems he's adjusted well to this day school."
He tilted his head, not understanding what they were talking about, but smiling anyway, "Sounds like I've missed quite a bit. Mottie used to tell me everything. Guess I've just been too busy lately."
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2014 2:59 pm
"Ahem! Homer." Abyssa elbowed her husband, whose head was ducked down as he wrote down notes in a tiny notebook. "You're being rude."
"Ah! I'm sorry! So sorry!" The disheveled scientist apologized profusely. "It's just so amazing to see the interactions between different monsters up close, I wanted to jot down a couple of notes to remind myself for later."
He pushed the glasses up his nose and smiled at the table.
"I'm a Mad Scientist. It's one of the few true monster fields a normie like myself can get a foothold in. I'm a geneticist by trade. Abyssa here is a Marine Dieologist."
"Yes. Oh, do tell me, which waterway do you hail from?" Abyssa addressed Ronan's parents. "Are you by any chance part of the West sub-arctic Selkie tribe?"
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2014 12:28 am
Meri looked a little confused, so Ivar translated for her.
She smiled and shook her head.
"Norsk." She explained.
Ivar chuckled softly. "Scandinavian tribe I believe, from what little i've been told. A mad scientist hmm? Seems to be a fair few of those around today. I note that normie parentage doesn't seem nearly as uncommon as I expected. I admit, i'm surprised to see so many human faces. Does the prejudice not extend across the entirety of monster culture or is Monster High just a unique microcosm?"
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2014 7:37 am
"It's worst in the old country, the middle European countries." Homer replied, eagerly. This was his area of expertise. "Transylvania, Egypt, Germany...Grrmany, I suppose you call it. Fangsgiving, in fact, is a howliday that's very closely tied to the subject. Early monster settlers left the old world for the Boo World to escape the strict caste system of the Old World. The idea that all monsters are separate and unequal, with vampires as the ruling race led scores of monsters to leave in search of a new place to live. When they arrived here in Uhh-merica, many of them were unprepared for the hardships of living in a brand new land. It was the indiginous monsters, the Wendigo, Sasquatch and others that first offered open claws and taught them to survive."
"And that's what Fangsgiving is all about." Abyssa added in, not wanting to be locked out of the conversation. "It's a commemoration of the first Uhhmerican feast between Vampires in Groanoake and the indigenous monsters."
"It's not a perfect system in the Boo World, of course. It's hard to let old ideas go. Monster High is the only fully integrated school in the world. It is absolutely essential to the future of inter-monster relations, not to mention normie and human relations." Homer took Abyssa's webbed hand and squeezed it. "Abyssa and I were married last year. It took a lot of planning to find a place that the wedding wouldn't be...disrupted by monsters or normies who didn't like the idea. We ended up tying the knot on the beach in Clawaii. I imagine the two of you have had similar issues."
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2014 9:04 am
Ivar nodded, listening carefully to Dr Merha's story. Meri was clearly having trouble following along, he smiled to her to let her know he'd explain later.
"Yes, as I recollect the idea was... not well handled by either of our families. The mother in law has come round a little, at least she doesn't glare at me every time I enter the room. " He shook his head, he didn't seem overly upset by the whole thing though.
"Headmistress Bloodgood was very enthusiastic about the inclusion policies of this school when we first met her, i'm pleased to see it all in action. Are there any normie students here?"
"We were worried. Half breed children, Selkie at least do not treat well." Meri explained. "Happy Ronan is fitting in." She smiled.
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2014 10:55 am
"The Jeckylls have their son enrolled here. I suppose it depends on your definition of normie. My son, Kai, is trans-species himself. Normie-to-Chimera." Homer tapped his pencil on the creepateria table. Abyssa sighed and held back a laugh.
"Ronan, Ronan, why is that name familiar?"
"He's one of Kai's friends, absent-minded professor. You know...the selkie?"
"That's right!" The doctor snapped his fingers and nodded. "I suppose I should have put two and two together there. How long are you in town? We must have you for dinner sometime."
"Homer, sweetweed, we're leaving for New Goreleans tonight, remember?" Abyssa smiled apologetically at Meri and Ivar. "We WOULD love to have any of you over for dinner sometime, though. We live in the old Fred Edison mansion on the edge of New Salem. You can get a wonderful view of the whole town, both the monster and the normie side. The separation between them is becoming less noticeable."
"The normie mayor is very pro-monster." Homer nodded. "Though in my opinion he's a bit too hands-off about integration. Last year there was a bizarre kerfuffle that resulted in a giant wall...but it's gone now."
"Let's not discuss politics." Abyssa decided to redirect the conversation, feeling bad about Meri being lost, despite how interested Ivar seemed. "Have you had a chance to go to the Maul? There is a lovely water monster boo-tique called Sinister Waves."
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2014 12:23 pm
"Oh that sounds great but we aren't local. We fly back out to Alaska tomorrow morning unfortunately. Perhaps next time we're down. " Ivar dug through his pockets and handed Abyssa a business card, she seemed to be the one least likely to misplace it anyway.
"maul? Not yet. " Meri smiled softly.
Ivar put an arm around her. "Doesn't Ronan's ghoulfriend work at the maul? I'm certain he mentioned something about the maul."
"Yes, too busy to meet us." Meri huffed and muttered something under her breath.
Ivar sighed. "She takes things so personally." he explained to the others. "The poor boy, he'll never get any rest till Meri meets this new ghoul." He shook his head, bemused. He felt a little sorry for Ronan but neither of them had ever been able to rein in Meri once she'd decided she wanted something. She was stubborn as a sea cow.
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2014 2:47 pm
"Thank you." Abyssa took Ivar's business card and deposited it in her conch-shaped purse. "Would you mind terribly if I contacted you later about helping me with a bit of research? I'm always looking for water monsters and seaworthy normies to help me with my global tidal survey. The Kraken of the Bermuda Die-angle, my homesea, have some influence over the weather there and my thesis is researching the effects it may have on other parts of the world."
"You know, if you were looking for a reason to go to the maul..." Homer mused, tapping his chin as he faced Meri. "It does have some wonderful restaurants for families. There's TGIFrightdays, Grave & Boosters, Zapplebees, Long John Gillvers - that's seafood, in fact."
Homer gave Meri a little bit of a wink.
"I mean, just in case you wanted a reason to go to the Maul."
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2014 4:55 pm
Mothias smiled as he listened to them the others talk. He didn't talk much with other monsters like this, so he really was enjoying it. Must be why Motthew wanted to come here so bad, he thought with a chuckle. His antenna twitched as he looked at them.
"The maul sounds like a blast! Figuratively speaking." he said, "Maybe I'll stick around in town a few extra days. I've got some down time anyway."
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2014 12:18 pm
A sly smile spread across Meri's face at the suggestions, glancing to her husband who sighed and shrugged.
No sense arguing with the woman, she'd already made up her mind.
"Tides yes? " He nodded slowly. "Not precisely my area of expertise, but I might be able to help with a few things. What do you need done?" He mused that such research could be helpful in a great deal of fields, not least the harnessing of tidal energy for power.
"What is it you do for a living?" Ivar turned to Mothias, aware they'd somewhat been excluding him from their conversation.
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