Billy Cranston (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
morphitudinous) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
concoursec2012-06-27 05:27 pm
morphitudinous) wrote in concoursec2012-06-27 05:27 pm
Don't Mind the Light [Open]
Character(s): Billy + ____
Location: A classroom/elevator/hallway in the evening, take your pick! Wherever he is, mind the tools.
Rating: Gen? Probably nothing more dangerous than a dweeby instructor and mildly painful situations.
Open/Closed/Finished: Open!
Summary: A newly minted instructor grapples with duty, command, and the unfortunate distraction of certain classroom problems. Attempts at repairs are made. They do not always end well.
Our scene begins in an empty classroom after dinner. The new Engineering instructor rehearses for the next class, circling around the front desk with a blinking scanner device sitting atop it.
"Do you remember what you learned in Chemistry about certain volatile compounds? You need to know how to avoid setting off an explosion when one's occurrence isn't exactly welcome, but you also need to know how to create these reactions. If the time comes and you have access to these materials, you may save lives. Remember: be aware of your surroundings and know how best to use them. Now, that won't be the primary focus of this course, but it's something to keep in mind. Today we'll be discussing your more typical deployment, featuring..."
Billy trailed off, irritated by a distraction that was too jarring to ignore. Honestly, the room was giving him a lighting problem now? He intended to get through this lecture rehearsal tonight, and no flickering lights were going to stop him. Too stubborn to move, he instead decided to take matters into his own hands.
A quick trip to his dorm room (and repairman stash across from the bed) yielded a ladder and flashlight, and Billy was soon precariously balanced on a ladder with his hands full of a replacement light tube. He needed both hands to shove it into place. All seemed well until he encountered some unexpected stickiness in a latch. It was soon in place, but one little miscalculated shove pitched him off balance.
The result? A loud crash, an instructor sprawled across the floor, and his arm locked around the fallen ladder to keep it from crashing into him.
"...that certainly went well," he grumbled. At least there was no broken glass.
Location: A classroom/elevator/hallway in the evening, take your pick! Wherever he is, mind the tools.
Rating: Gen? Probably nothing more dangerous than a dweeby instructor and mildly painful situations.
Open/Closed/Finished: Open!
Summary: A newly minted instructor grapples with duty, command, and the unfortunate distraction of certain classroom problems. Attempts at repairs are made. They do not always end well.
Our scene begins in an empty classroom after dinner. The new Engineering instructor rehearses for the next class, circling around the front desk with a blinking scanner device sitting atop it.
"Do you remember what you learned in Chemistry about certain volatile compounds? You need to know how to avoid setting off an explosion when one's occurrence isn't exactly welcome, but you also need to know how to create these reactions. If the time comes and you have access to these materials, you may save lives. Remember: be aware of your surroundings and know how best to use them. Now, that won't be the primary focus of this course, but it's something to keep in mind. Today we'll be discussing your more typical deployment, featuring..."
Billy trailed off, irritated by a distraction that was too jarring to ignore. Honestly, the room was giving him a lighting problem now? He intended to get through this lecture rehearsal tonight, and no flickering lights were going to stop him. Too stubborn to move, he instead decided to take matters into his own hands.
A quick trip to his dorm room (and repairman stash across from the bed) yielded a ladder and flashlight, and Billy was soon precariously balanced on a ladder with his hands full of a replacement light tube. He needed both hands to shove it into place. All seemed well until he encountered some unexpected stickiness in a latch. It was soon in place, but one little miscalculated shove pitched him off balance.
The result? A loud crash, an instructor sprawled across the floor, and his arm locked around the fallen ladder to keep it from crashing into him.
"...that certainly went well," he grumbled. At least there was no broken glass.