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 Posted: Thu Nov 21, 2013 7:06 am
The day trudged on, until finally, Draconia found herself sitting in her final class of the day - Mad Science. Mr. Hack had put everyone to work right away on a random lab project. Scarah and Draconia had lucked out with a formula that looked very much like it was going to produce a delicious strawscary lip gloss, but that wasn't really important. What was important, and what every student in the class was looking intently at the front of the classroom to see...was what formula Rory and Glen would get.
"Please, nothing explosive, please nothing explosive..." Draconia closed her eyes and wished as Mr. Hack sorted through his papers, looking for something for the two witchy boys to do. Draconia popped open one eye and looked at her lab partner. Scarah was concentrating deeply, clearly trying to use her ESP to determine if Mr. Hack was going to doom the entire class to a green slime hexplosion or something equally outfit-damaging.
"He's thinkin' it's Friday an' he doesn't mind sending th' week out with a bang." Scarah whispered to Draconia. Draconia's claws balled into fists. She didn't want this dress ruined in a Glensplosion, and she also suspected Hellene wouldn't -
...
Wait...where WAS Hellene?
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Posted: Thu Nov 21, 2013 8:48 am
Atomica looked eagerly at the formula Mr. Hack had given her and Ronan.
"Processing....." Atomica's internal computer calculated the end result of the ingredients. "It's a chrome polish formula. Digital!"
At last, a formula even her lab partner couldn't mess up. Which was good, because he seemed all distracted today. Atomica poked him to get him to pay attention as they looked over the formula ingredient list.
"Why are you distracted? Is it the creepover? Is it that Ghostly Gossip rumor? Because that was TOTALLY all about me and I'm soooo going to have words with Spectra about it. Just because I want a scary normie movie for the creepover but don't want to PAY for it, doesn't make me a pirate! GOSH."
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Posted: Thu Nov 21, 2013 9:06 am
Ronan frowned at the robot ghoul for a moment, before shrugging.
"It's been a long week."
He examined the ingredients critically, double checking as if paranoid his mechanoid partner would mess something up... again.
He looked up at her as she rambled on about some rumour. Doriana had mentioned the same thing, claiming it was about her. He shook his head.
"What rumour? What in the seven seas is a... ghostly gossip?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 21, 2013 9:51 am
"OH. MY. GOTH." Atomica dropped the petroleum distillate vial out of sheer shock at Ronan's complete ignorance. "How can you NOT know what the Ghostly Gossip is? That does SO NOT compute, do you realize that you are in HIGH SCHOOL now and not, like, living out in the middle of the Atlantic on some big glacier or whatever?!"
Clearly, this was a stituation that required immediate remedy. True, Mr. Hack had an extremely strict rule about iCoffins in class. If he saw one or even heard so much as an incoming hext ping, he would confiscate it, and make you write a 10 page essay on a subject of his choosing just to get it back. But Ronan's sheer ineptitude at being a proper, functioning high school student was a HUGE usererror on his part, and Atomica was duty-bound as his partner to fix it.
"Hold this." Atomica piled the chemicals, beakers, test tubes, stoppers, pipettes, vials, tubes and burners they'd need for their formula into Ronan's hands and then stealthily went over to his desk. Crouching down, Atomica stuck her entire head into Ronan's backpack and fished around for his iCoffin.
Ah, there it was, underneath some random fliers for the Puttin' on the Glitz Tombcoming dance. Atomica touched it with a fingertip and fired it up, downloading the Ghostly Gossip app for Ronan. She was a true friend!
"MISS SERVO, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Mr. Hack roared behind Atomica, causing her vocal synthesizer to emit a surprised 'eep!' sound as she jumped a bit, standing up with Ronan's bag still on her head.
"Mister Hack!" She replied, her voice muffled by the canvas. "I am helping out my lab partner, just like you have always instructed us to do!"
"Helping him out how, exactly?" Mr. Hack cast a wary eye at Atomica, who was standing at attention very respectfully with the bag over her head. Some pencils and paper fluttered down to the floor. Atomica's internal system registered a warning; if Mr. Hack knew she was accessing his iCoffin, no matter how important it was for him to continue functioning as a Monster High student, he would give her deadtention and take away Ronan's iCoffin. Atomica opted to boot up her lying subroutine.
"Ronan has brilliantly deduced that our formula is for chrome polish, and he's also calculated that the amount we will be making in our lab today isn't enough to actively chrome the front fender of your car, which he ever so wonderfully suggested he would do with the chrome polish. Now, because he is such a great student and very scareful with all of his calculations, he asked me to get his scaleculator so he can double the formula and therefore have enough polish when he goes to polish it tomorrow. As you can see, his hands are full." Atomica gestured over to where she calculated Ronan must be, causing more books to fall out of the bookbag on her head. Mr. Hack grunted in response.
"Butterin' me up for a better grade, eh? Well...I've seen worse attempts. I'll hexpect to see you bright and early with your chrome polish formula, Mr. Aalto. And I certainly hope you get the formula RIGHT, for your grade's sake."
With that, Mr. Hack wandered off to check on Glen and Rory's project. Atomica's digital emotion simulator pinged with glee. Success! She finished uploading the Ghostly Gossip on Ronan's iCoffin, took his book bag off her head and gave him a thumbs up.
She was such a great lab partner!
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Posted: Thu Nov 21, 2013 10:02 am
"uh.. "
He raised one hand in protest.
"I have never lived on a glacier.. "
but he hadn't the time to protest further as Atomica took matters into her own hands and started piling things into his arms.
"Wait.. what are you doing?"
He struggled to keep everything from falling and smashing on the ground, standing as still as he could and gritting his teeth.
"What are you talking... " He struggled with the teetering pile of vials and beakers. "Atomica... "
This wasn't good, not only did he feel he was about to drop everything so precariously balanced in his arms, had his lab parter really just volunteered him for... community service!??
"Help." He managed, as the pile began to slip.
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Posted: Thu Nov 21, 2013 10:14 am
"Look out, look out, look out!" Rory looked up from the formula he and Glen had received (what was 'nitro glycerine?') to see Ronan about ready to topple over. Still recalling the abject tragedy of Marceline's dropped cookies, Rory thoughtlessly entered into the fray, grabbing test tubes from Ronan's pile and saving them from a decidedly shattered fate.
"You should be more scareful!" Rory admonished Ronan as he helped him set things down on their lab table. "All of these poor beakers and test tubes...imagine how they'd feel if they were broken into a million, billion pieces."
Mr. Hack frowned. "Mr. Aalto, the signs clearly state that you should not carry more than you can handle just to avoid these sorts of hackcidents. I can see why you're angling for some hextra credit." Shaking his head, Mr. Hack went over to instruct Iris Clops and Venus McFlytrap on their formula.
"There, I think that's everything!" Rory smiled at Ronan as the last beaker was placed on the table. "Remember, if you need a hand, you should ask. Better safe than smashed into oblivion, that's what I always say."
And Rory walked back to his own lab partner, just as Atomica finally got Ronan's bag off her head and joined him at the lab table.
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Posted: Thu Nov 21, 2013 10:20 am
Atomica looked left and right...and seeing Mr. Hack busy showing something to Iris Clops, she nudged Ronan and showed him his iCoffin.
"You see this? This is the Ghostly Gossip app. It gets updated several times during the day and will keep you up-to-date on everything that's IMPORTANT at Monster High." Atomica swiped a finger and showed him the most recent post.
Sources say that this freakend is going to be pirate-bound, as one monster just can't keep from hijacking a prominent creepover. Ahoy, mateys!
Atomica looked up at Ronan as if to say 'see? That is TOTALLY all about me!' She quickly slipped the iCoffin into his pocket and resumed looking super busy as Mr. Hack turned around and started to make his way back to the front of the classroom. He paused at their lab table and gave Ronan a glaring look that seemed to say 'I'm watching you.'
"No need to thank me, even though you totally should." Atomica smiled at Ronan and gave him a metallic pat on the back. "At least now you'll be a LITTLE less clueless about everything that goes on at Monster High."
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Posted: Thu Nov 21, 2013 10:28 am
Thankful to have his arms free, Ronan managed to scowl at Atomica. He knew there was no sense arguing with Mr Hack, he never listened anyway.
"thank you." He nodded gratefully to Rory. "Try not to blow anything up today please."
Looking back to Atomica he frowned deeply. "That's... important?"
Evidently the priorities of these Uhmerican High School students were somewhat skewed. How was anyone supposed to figure out what that meant anyway? Doriana was upset about this? Now he was more confused than ever.
Perhaps she'd endured some sort of pirate related trauma as a child.
Cringing a little at Mr Hack's gaze, Ronan set to preparing their formula.
"You're getting up early and you're helping chrome his truck, it was your idea. "
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Posted: Thu Nov 21, 2013 10:30 am
"Okay!" Atomica replied brightly. "I'll bring Lin with me. He loooooooooooooooves cars. Especially classics like Mr. Hack's Boogo."
With plans set for tomorrow, Atomica and Ronan got to work on their formula.
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Posted: Thu Nov 21, 2013 10:42 am
He nodded, apparently satisfied he'd at least not have to do it all on his own.
The rest of the lab was spent in relative silence, as he obsessively triple checked everything, only speaking to boss Atomica around and make sure she wasn't glitching out again.
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Posted: Thu Nov 21, 2013 12:44 pm
Dashner and his twin sister, Falconnie, were both lab partners... By mistake. But he had to admit, she was pretty good at Mad Science.
"No no no, Dashner! Don't mix those!" She shrieked, snatching the two components away from him.
"Oh? What's so wrong with it?" He asked. He didn't understand why two random unknown components couldn't blend!
Falconnie facepalmed. "Because if you do, you might as well burn down the entire SCHOOL! Or the entire world!! Just... Don't."
"Sis, Glen and Rory... Did something similar."
"But does that make it right?" She put her hands on her hips.
"Well... No... But it makes it epic!" He bounced a little.
She shook her head and sighed. "I'll never understand all of you boo's."
"Good," He grinned. "At least you'll get the time to spend with monsters you DO understand."
"Okay okay, we've had enough chit chat. We need to get this done before Mister Hackington decides to look over here!"
"Agreed." They both hurried back to their assignment.
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Posted: Fri Nov 22, 2013 6:40 am
It was a good thing Hellene was on such good terms with Ms. Hearse because she had missed most of her afternoon classes. Once you get published on the front page of the newspaper, even if it's just the local New Salam Hexaminer, you get just the teensiest bit of leeway in pursuit of a story.
She strode confidently down the hall and ran right into Mr. Hackington as she turned a corner." Why Ms. Harpie! What a surprise to see you out here during class. Perhaps I can help you find your way to de-TEN~" " Actually, Mr. Hackington, I was just on my way to the main office you see right here I have a note for I am on important Gory Gazette business and I must meet with the heads well headless heads of the school and it is absolutely vital to the under-served and troubled students of Monster High, especially before today's print deadline.She brandished her note with a flourish and the confident smile of a real newsharpie.
" Yes, I see," he replied, scrutinizing the signature, but who would fake a note to the head offices, " well be on your way then Ms. Harpie, no loitering." " Of course not, Mr. Hackington!" As she reached the Headless Headmistress' door, she paused to send a hext message before knocking. D, I'm @ HHM office working on new story. Do not worry about our impoverished student. -HAs soon as she hit send, the door opened. Bloodgood took a step back and raised an eyebrow. " Hellene, you're my afternoon appointment?" " Yes, Headless Headmistress." " I see. I'm pleased you decided to enter my office through the proper channels this time." Hellene's feathers ruffled ever so slightly, the harpie version of blushing." Yes, well, er, I thought it beast this time because official business should be treated in an official manner. I'm doing a last minute piece for the Gory Gazette's Monday edition, the idea just came to me and I've been running around all day working on it and I would love to have your cooperation. Actually, I sort of need to have it. Tell me, what do you know about poverty in New Salem?" " Quite a bit, Hellene, come on it. Ms. Sue Nami, please don't let anyone interrupt us." Ms. Sue Nami nodded and positioned herself in front of the door for however long the meeting would last.
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Posted: Fri Nov 22, 2013 10:58 am
Draconia and Scarah's formula came together wonderfully, sending the sweet smells of strawscary around the lab. It seemed that Glen and Rory were not having as good of luck with their hexperiment, though, since there hadn't been a single explosion the entire class. In fact, Draconia could swear that she smelled lavender coming from their table.
Mr. Hack walked back into the room from his brief trip out into the hallway, and Draconia was quite sure he looked disappointed at the fact that everyone was still intact and not mildly exploded. Draconia had rather hoped he'd be bringing Hellene with him. Her lab partner was Invisibilly, and without her, he had simply opted to vanish...which meant there was no telling exactly where he was.
"I wouldn'tnae worry, Drake." Scarah replied, clearly reading her lab partner's mind. "I do believe Invisibilly has been doin' us a favor with a bit of scabotage." She winked and pointed over at a clearly frustrated Glen.
"Now it smells like lemons! WHAT are we doing wrong with this formula, Rory?" Glen declared, hands on his hips, looking quite frustrated. Draconia had to smother a giggle as she saw, behind Glen's back, a vial float through the air and replace itself in the chemical rack. She gave the approximate location of Invisibilly an appreciative smile. Invisibilly was a world-class prankster, but it took finesse to prank in such a way that no one's feelings were hurt.
"Bloody brilliant, Scarah!" Draconia added the last component to their formula and watched it waver and harden into the desired lipgloss. "I wish you could make it to the creepover tomorrow. We're going to have a fun....er, an industrious time." She remembered again suddenly Toralei revealing that the creepover was now all about sewing a dress for poor Marceline. Too late, she realized that she hadn't guarded her thoughts, and now Scarah was privvy to them as well.
"Well, Invisibilly and I had plans, but never mind that, what's this then about Marceline? Is this what the Ghostly Gossip was talking about?"
"I suppose so." Draconia replied. She hadn't checked her iCoffin yet at all this afternoon. "But! It's all right! We'll just rearrange everything to accommodate Doriana's plan. It's not like I had everything all set up already anyways."
This was a lie.
"And really, we all LOVE sewing!" This was another lie. Hellene had invented brand new swear words in Harpish last screamester in Home Ick's sewing course.
"And I don't even mind that Doriana made all of these plans without so much as asking me, the one organizing the creepover!" This was the biggest lie of all, and Draconia winced as she could see Scarah's eyebrows raising so high they were about ready to leap off her forehead. "Anyways, it doesn't matter because it's all for Marceline. There's not a single ghoul going to the creepover that wouldn't give up a night of junk food, movies, truth or scare and makeovers to help her out."
Now that WAS the truth, and saying it helped Draconia's ruby heart stop pounding so furriously in her chest. Scarah gave a sigh and shrugged it off.
"If'n you say so, Draconia, but were it me, sure'n I'd at least say something to Marceline and Doriana rather than let these plans be steamrolled over me."
Before Draconia could argue the point, the bell rang, setting all the students free for the day. Draconia grabbed her book bag and waited for (a severely disappointed, floral-scented) Glen to pack up and join her to head out and home.
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Posted: Fri Nov 22, 2013 12:43 pm
Stomping out of the classroom, the fumes of lemons, strawberries, oranges and -- oddly enough -- chocolate, were practically visible wafting off of his and Rory's bodies. Not to mention said fumes were giving Glen a frizzy 'hair day'. He was practically pouting as he arrived at Draconia's side and flopped his arms out helplessly.
"I don't know what we did wrong! No loud kabooms! Not one! Not even a snap, crackle or pop."
Glen huffed and settled his hands on his hips and shook his head.
"Is one measly 'pop' too much to ask? I bet that one gets me an' Rory a bad grade. I've never gotten a bad grade in Mad Science before! What will Kai's dad think!?"
Glen then shrugged and sighed. He looked at 'his Drakie' and asked, "So, what are the after school plans? Snack at Panda Hexpress? Drink at Scarbucks? Plotting Piracy Protection for our creepovers?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 24, 2013 1:58 pm
It took a while, but eventually they had enough chrome polish to deal with Mr Hack's Boogo. Least, as far as his own and his partner's calculations could figure.
He wiped his brow and glared at Automica as he packed away his belongings.
"I will see you tomorrow morning." He didn't need to add the or else but his tone was clear.
Without another word, he hauled his satchel over his shoulder, made sure the polish was safely contained and headed out. Annoyed, still confused about the whole pirate thing, and dreading the morning.
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