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Baxter Dawsom and Verochka Konigin
By: EloquentMisprints Date: January 29, 2014, 3:35 pm
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The students were paired in twos and assigned to raise a family
together. To begin with, they each selected a career from their
chosen concentration and drew a random salary from a hat. They
were then informed that they would be having a child and each
couple was handed a 'pregnancy belly', which one half of the
couple was to be wearing at all times. As the next few weeks
progressed, they would receive at least one baby simulator that
they were to raise together, each with a sensor inside that
logged all damages done to the child.
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Re: Baxter Dawsom and Verochka Konigin
By: EloquentMisprints Date: January 30, 2014, 10:08 pm
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Baxter Dawsom
The health class was mandatory, absolutely no exceptions, and it
made Chevy want to rip his carefully styled hair from his scalp.
Really, everything that was being taught was common sense, but
adults liked to assume that teenagers were stupid. So there he
was, head tipped back and silently counting every little dot on
the ceiling tiles when it happened.
"Partners for the family project are as follows," Mrs. Striker
announced, "Mr. Dawsom and Miss Konigin, congratulations, you're
having a baby." And with that, he nearly fell out of his chair.
"Woah, woah, woah." He protested, head snapping up to look at
her dead in the face. "I'm gay, you know that, right? I'm gay
and Roche has a vagina, I fail to see how this partnership is
relevant." The teacher ignored his protests, dropping a fake
belly on Vera's desk and proceeding to read down the list.
"Paradox Fee and Clarence Morgan."
"Are you sh*tting me?" He grumbled under his breath, crossing
his arms and looking over at his boyfriend with an extremely
annoyed expression. Mrs. Striker read the list off with a hint
of sick, twisted amusement, that made Chevy glare long and hard
at her.
"Now, I'm sure you are all eager to get started," She said,
smiling at them all brightly. "But there are a few things that
you should be aware of first; these bellies were constructed by
Halesworth's very own Dr. Ramsey, so they are state of art. Once
you secure the 'belly' around you, you will be unable to remove
it until your 'water breaks', at which time the belly will
release electric pulses in lieu of contractions and you are to
come to this room. Your labor will consist of watching a table
of someone else's."
"Great, more vaginas." Chevy groaned.
"Couple up, couple up! I want a budget worked up by Thursdays
class. You will not pass this assignment if you don't meet
outside of class. Remember that. Now, strap on your bellies and
let the project begin!"
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Re: Baxter Dawsom and Verochka Konigin
By: MissM Date: January 30, 2014, 10:56 pm
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Verochka Königin
The health class was mandatory, absolutely no exceptions. Most
days she wanted to scream. Other days she was ok. This was one
of those days she couldn't decide. After drawing the career
thingies, she thought it would be another boring budgeting
class. She'd already done the math in her head--she'd be
comfortable, and if she lived in a small apartment, she'd be
slightly more than. The only thing that was bothering her was
that earlier in the semester she'd had to make a crap-ton of
maternity clothes and had been heavily hinting that they would
actually be worn.
Either way, she didn't pay much attention until the teacher
spoke up about the project she'd been explaining earlier, which
Vera had thought was fairly theoretical.
"Partners for the family project are as follows," Mrs. Striker
announced, "Mr. Dawsom and Miss Konigin, congratulations, you're
having a baby."
She couldn't say anything. The combination of shock, horror, and
the anger she knew would be following rendered her silent.
"Woah, woah, woah." He protested, head snapping up to look at
her dead in the face. "I'm gay, you know that, right? I'm gay
and Roche has a ****, I fail to see how this partnership is
relevant." The teacher ignored his protests, dropping a fake
belly on Vera's desk and proceeding to read down the list.
Although rather crude, he had a point. It took her a while to
recover. She poked the belly a little bit. It would kill her
back. Thank GOD she didn't do sports... She poked it again,
still in shock. The anger was boiling quickly, though, and she
looked back up at the teacher, trying not to glare. The teacher
didn't react, and kept on reading off the list.
"Paradox Fee and Clarence Morgan." Well, at least they would
have a fun time of it.
She glanced over at Chevy, who was muttering and looking off to
the side, probably at Phoenix. She sighed. [font=verdana]Well
fick mich...[/font]
"Now, I'm sure you are all eager to get started," She said,
smiling at them all brightly. "But there are a few things that
you should be aware of first; these bellies were constructed by
Halesworth's very own Dr. Ramsey, so they are state of art. Once
you secure the 'belly' around you, you will be unable to remove
it until your 'water breaks', at which time the belly will
release electric pulses in lieu of contractions and you are to
come to this room. Your labor will consist of watching a table
of someone else's."
All Vera wanted to do right then was get out of the assignment.
"You've got to be kidding me." Her voice came back at the
thought of not being able to take the thing off, AND having her
'water break', and at everything else that would probably become
mandatory and part of this class. "Who decided on the partners
anyway?" She refused to call them couples. That would imply a
relationship.
"Great, more ****s." Chevy groaned. She rolled her eyes.
"Oh just shut up already, would you?" she shot at him, not
particularly wanting an answer, but knowing there probably would
be one. She was determined to get a good grade, though, so she
would do her best to ignore whatever it was he said. If she
could. There were never any guarantees, especially when it came
to Chevy.
"Couple up, couple up! I want a budget worked up by Thursdays
class. You will not pass this assignment if you don't meet
outside of class. Remember that. Now, strap on your bellies and
let the project begin!"
"Uh, no, if they don't come off I'm not strapping it over my
shirt, thank you very much!" She would rather die than wear one
shirt underneath the...thing... on her desk until she could work
it off. She poked it again, still rather in shock. The budget
she could get done in a flash, unless Chevy had a ****-fit and
wouldn't share his salary with her.
She felt color rising to her cheeks. She wasn't sure exactly
what she was feeling, other than mild shock combined with anger
and annoyance.
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