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"Seriously?" Duke muttered, looking at the sign on the door. "They really stuck with that name, huh?"

He shook his head and headed in.

"Right," he said, once any students who were actually going to show up had shown up. "Let's get started, I guess. Hi, I'm Duke Crocker. In case you didn't already know that. I run the diner in town and occasionally get press-ganged into teaching by a moose. Apparently this time around it decided I knew how to instruct you lovely people on how to clean up after the island's wackiness, which -- I dunno, seems kind of rude, but sure. I have had to clean out my own pipes after all the tap water decides to turn to some sugary mess, so I guess I'm qualified."

He clapped his hands and rubbed them together. "Okay. So . . . first week, means introductions, right? Name, some . . . general biographical detail you want to share with the class, and . . . I dunno, what do you want to learn about? I am very open to suggestions." He pointed to a student. "You. Start us out."

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Yamanaka Ino (Iris)

Faye Valentine

Name, biographical detail (factuality not required), and what you want to learn about.

Yes, he's absolutely asking you to make his syllabus for him.

She leaned back in her hair, one leg crossed over the other, comfortable in her suit. Her hair was loose and very definitely floating off the ground.

"Yo," she said, with a vague wave. "Name's Iris. I'm a pretty good singer--a few alt unis have had me show up as a pop star."

Which was kind of a trip, given how far from that she was.

"Gonna go basic here," Iris continued, grinning. "How do you clean up glitter?"

"Not easily and never completely," Duke said, shrugging. "I'm pretty sure that shit just has to break down on an atomic level or something."

"I sometimes think the island just adds more overnight," she admitted. "Which ain't my fav. thin' when I'm workin' in my lab."

It was one thing if her soaps got random bits of glitter but there were things that she'd rather not have be... sparkly.

"If the island knows you don't like it, I'm pretty sure it's doing exactly that," Duke said. "Sometimes I think it just likes to fuck with us."

"Ain't that the truth," she said, with a laugh. "An' yet, here we are."

"Weirdly, it's still sometimes better than the alternative," Duke agreed. "Moose and glitter and all."

"Faye." She lifted her hand in a little wave, fluttering her fingertips lazily. "I'm from the future and landed here for a refuel and decided to stay, which people seem to think is interesting."

If you asked Faye, the future wasn't the interesting part; it was the mostly-fine Earth and all the water she got to see every day. "Got any tips for getting chocolate stains out of upholstery? I got into my ship after getting a little splashed with those hot chocolate rivers and now there's a splotch."

"Not off the top of my head, but I can google that," Duke said. "And, uh, welcome from the future. I showed up from about ten years in the past, myself. Also to refuel, though I'm guessing I have a different kind of ship."

"Ooh, do you have one of the boats?" Faye asked with a small smile, gesturing in the vague direction of the port. "Yeah, I have a flying ship, not a floating ship." Though she was very interested in the floating ships.

"I do! Mine's the big one."

The 'rust bucket', as Lucifer liked to call it.

"You ever want a tour or something, let me know. There's a surprising lack of boat people around here, what with it being an island and all."

"Might take you up on that. My ship's the little red one in the junkyard. I'd offer a tour, but it's only big enough for one." Faye winked. "We could go up in it, but I'd have to sit in your lap."

Yes, she was going for it in the middle of a class. Shameless.

Duke laughed. "That is a very tempting offer," he said. "But I'd probably need to clear it with my girlfriend and boyfriend first."

Neither Octavia nor Lucifer would probably be super happy to hear him describe them that way, but it was a useful shorthand to use, rather than "the two people I'm involved with with varying levels of emotional exclusivity."

"You could sit in mine if it would make them more comfortable," Faye offered, generously.

Another laugh. "Very accommodating. You'll do well here, I think."

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