Science Classroom, Thursday Lunchtime

[tyler_gone]

Tyler hummed to himself as he finished organizing the supplies for the prep work for tomorrow's experiment. Stack of newspapers there, paper shredder here, laundry starch and water neatly to one side, plastic dropcloths covering the work tables, and a horde of plastic bottles to serve as bases.

He never minded a little dirty work, but he approved of this whole TA business. Minions made life so much easier.

[OOC: Primarily for two, but open if anyone else wants to wander in!]

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[tyler_gone]

"River," Tyler clarified, with the sigh of a man realizing he had probably gotten in too deep. "Not ... arm-boy, whatever his name is. A thousand years ago when I was younger than her, yeah."

"I forget it's not common knowledge."

[intraspective]

"More people might know," she said, wrinkling her nose at her latest bottle. "But I only talked to River once, so really, not so much with the deep secrets there."

[tyler_gone]

"If she was in the right mood she knows yours anyhow," he said flatly, cutting the top off the last bottle. "Psychics."

This was not a train of thought likely to lead to good places so: "And I think it's time to start building the volcanoes, if I'm reading the directions right."

[intraspective]

"I know," Ino said. "That's why I only talked to her once."

Her mind was her own, thanks.

"You haven't done this before?" Neither had she, but still. He was the teacher. "What awful job have you for me now?"

[tyler_gone]

Tyler thought about it. "Maybe in middle school?" he guessed. "I mean, I know the process for the main part. Just not the specifics of this part." His experiments were usually a little more dangerous.

"And it looks like your next awful task is crumpling up newspaper to make a kind of pyramid volcano base thing around the bottle then taping it down." He smirked, starting to do one himself as a demonstration. "I'm such a slavedriver."

[intraspective]

"Middle school?" How many schools did they have around here?

"It's awful," Ino said, nodding agreement as she copied him. "I know I'm totally feeling punished and remorseful."

[tyler_gone]

"The school right before high school," he explained. "It's where they store adolescents and try to keep them from killing each other."

He paused what he was doing at her next statement, tried to catch her eye. "Is there anything I could have done that would make you punished and remorseful?"

[intraspective]

"Funny," she said dryly. "In my school they taught us how to kill each other."

Ino considered that, staring at him. "Seriously? Not really. No one got hurt, and it went off well. I count it as a victory, and I'm not honestly going to feel bad 'bout it."

[tyler_gone]

"Did anybody do it?" Tyler wondered mildly as he held her gaze. "And that's about what I thought. You aren't going to be sorry, I can't force you to be sorry, I don't really expect you to be sorry. At least I get some help for the day out of the deal."

[intraspective]

"Kill someone?" Ino shook her head. "Accidents happen, of course, when you're weapons training a bunch of kids but nothing major. It's happened in some villages though--one kid killed an entire graduating class."

She shrugged. "Help I can do. What next?"

[tyler_gone]

"Jesus, I bet their parents were pissed," Tyler decided, eyes wide as he taped a base into place. "Next? Next we - " He was interrupted by Rikku's entrance. "Next I get your co-TA up to speed while you keep taping those down, then mix up some laundry starch and water for the glue."