Not a Moron: Potty Break! [Open] →

thepartwhereheteachesyou:

It’s to this day that Wheatley still never quite understood the concept of there being two different sorts of restrooms. There were the ones with the picture of a geometric human female on the door, the girl’s restroom. Those ones usually smelled smelled nice and there were doors everywhere! And it was so private! There were loads of stalls to just sit down and think in without worry of being interrupted! Then there was the boy’s restroom. Wheatley didn’t like it so much. For one, the number of stalls were dismal! 

He is male and did’t think this was fair! Here were his own masculine kind with bladder urges and everything, yet they had to do their business in something that smelled literally like said business! Did nobody ever clean this one? Urinals were weird too, Wheatley thinks. No privacy at all, with those! Of course, he is incapable of using restrooms with their intended purpose. He had simply noticed how strange this was. It was like the bathroom had a whole other culture different from the school itself! He was actually quite curious as to why that was the case.

He approached some poor person washing their hands and tapped their shoulder. “Um. Excuse me. I hope you don’t mind my asking, I can understand that this may not be the best time to ask, I do. But I was, um, wondering if you knew just why the girl’s loo and the boy’s loo were so… different! I mean, they do the exact same thing, don’t they? Take a whizz, flush it down, you’re done! Good on you! Exact same thing! So, why must they look different?” His head was tipped to the side slightly and he looked so genuinely curious to hear what his poor victim had to say, because he was genuinely curious! This was a big deal to him. Humans were weird already, adding restrooms to the mix was almost too much for him to handle.

If Lenora had learned anything since she had arrived at this academy, it was that some, if not most of the students, were very, very odd. More than a handful of students were aliens or inhuman, and some even transcended time and space to attend this school. It only made sense that some of the bunch would have lesser intelligence than the rest.

Lenora could only assume this poor, confused man tapping her on the shoulder and nervously questioning her about restrooms had no idea what a restroom really was. She was thankful she didn’t cry out and smack him right in the face! After all, who wouldn’t be shocked to see a man in a women’s restroom? No good can come of that. Well. No use jumping to conclusions. Let’s see what he has to say for himself, and then set him straight however needed.

“Well honey, the first thing you need to know is the ladies restroom is for ladies only. It’s the same for the men’s restroom. So you shouldn’t be in here. Those are the rules and that’s how it works.” Lenora tried to say as gentle as possible, it was hard to not immediately snap at someone when you’re taught since childhood who belongs in which restrooms and who doesn’t.

“And, well, I can only assume they look different is because men and women have different… needs in the restroom. For their children and feminine needs.” Lenora had taught a lot of people many things in her day, but teaching a grown man the ways of restrooms? This place sure was something. Lenora hoped that would satisfy his curiosity, but this woman didn’t know Wheatley.

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homikka:

The blonde blinked a few times as the sun blinded her view. Abnormally bright for her gym or a concert hall. God dammit how she hated bright places. She was sure Scolipede saw her passed out and dragged her home, probably. She tried to turn on her side and fall back asleep but on top of that the heat was not something you could ignore. Did he leave her outside again? “That little sucker will pay…” she mumbled on she sat on stomach. She was on something rough and dry. Wood maybe? She turned again. Yup. It was a bench, she was sure. She just fell off it right? “Dammit!” She said sharply as she perched herself up on her elbows.

Oh right, she almost forgot she wasn’t in Unova anymore. Some stupid school. Well she obviously got up to a bad start today. She cursed under her breathe as she felt on of her Pokéballs slip from under skirt. She squinted to try and see ahead but didn’t have much luck. She did however sit up straight when she heard her the red and white container hit something solid. Shit.

The shirt girl stood up quickly, still unable to see ahead very well, however. She slammed her black boot down on the concrete. “Hey, kid! Don’t ya even fuckin’ dare touch that!”

“Ya have no idea what yer getting yerself into!”

Lenora had been cooped up inside all day and most of the night. While she loved to immerse herself in her reading and research, she really loved to get away from the dust and musty scents of her research equipment every now and then. Studying was all well and good, but fresh air reinvigorated the senses and cleared stress. She stood out near the trees and give a big stretch, taking in the fresh air and warm summer scenery. Summers here were warmer than in Unova, but she liked the sunshine well enough.

Just as the teacher had started to get lost in her thought, she felt something bump up against her foot. She peered down and saw a small capsule-like device resting on the ground. She rubbed her tired eyes and got a better look at the object.

“That couldn’t be… a Pokeball?” Lenora was sure it wasn’t one of hers. She kept all her Pokeballs safe and secure in her dorm. And on a good day, she would let her Watchog or Herdier sit under her desk when she had her club days. Lenora knelt down and reached to pick it up, when a voice cracked through the air.

“Hey, kid! Don’t ya even fuckin’ dare touch that!”

A student from a Pokemon region? She was glad to see such a familiar capsule. Respecting the girls wishes, the former gym leader stood back up and held up her hands, taking a safe step back and leaving the Pokeball untouched. The student seemed absolutely livid at the thought of some stranger touching her Pokeball. And Lenora couldn’t blame her. She wouldn’t want anyone touching her Pokemon without permission either.

“Don’t worry, I see it’s yours. I won’t touch your Pokemon.”

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minerking:

“Hmph…”

With a snort, Clay leaves his belongings at the door of his dorm room, as he all but decides that he can take care of unpacking later. He casts a disinterested eye towards his surroundings, and while he finds the premises nice enough, there’s always things that he’s picky about. Still, he’s adaptable and not much of a complainer. He’s certainly not going to laze around and hope someone else takes care of his issues, right?

He shifts his hands into his pockets, one of his trademark scowls crossing his features as he walks down the steps leading to the staff dorm. In his mind, the cowboy’s already thinking about things that could use changing or things that he’s perfectly fine with. He doesn’t even seem to care that he’s merely a lowly grunt in the scheme of things. Just a teacher, nothing more…

Funny tha’ I’d be abandonin’ th’ perfect job fer this…

One of his feet kicks at a discarded soda can before he discards it in a nearby trash can with a scowl. Its strange, how change doesn’t register to him at all as he walks. Despite being a nobody, there’s still the air of authority and the desire for change. It seems like he’s still a natural born leader even when placed in a completely different setting…

His mind wanders at the same pace his feet do (rather quickly, i might add), so its no surprise that he finds himself almost lost when his thoughts come screeching to a halt. Clay procures a map from his front pocket, and squints at it for a moment. Quickly though, he hastily stuffs it back when the sound of footsteps approach. There’s no need to act unprofessional in a situation such as this, right? Just act like you know what you’re doing and everything will be fine.

Clay turns towards the figure the offending footsteps belong to and tips his hat slightly. “What’re ya doin’ here? Need somethin’?” His words are a bit blunt, but not outright rude.

Just to be on the safe-side, Lenora wanted to do one more walk around the school. She wanted to remember where everything was and remember where all the classes were. She knew where the students dorms were, the faculty dorms, and most importantly of all, where her club room was. She even was able to make some friendly conversation with some students, meet a handful of the teachers, and a stop for a lunch. She was on her way to speak to one of the teachers about one of her lessons, when she caught sight of someone further down the hallway.

“Could it be…?” She thought she saw someone familiar. She squinted and looked further down the hall. Stout, donned like a cowboy… Now it wasn’t good to jump to conclusions. She wasn’t entirely sure, so she quickened her pace towards the man. She needed to observe this person up close. And if they weren’t who she believed he was, she could still explain the situation and meet a new face. Just as she started to get close, the old man turned and tipped his hat to her.

“What’re ya doin’ here? Need somethin’?”

That agitated voice! There was no mistaking it now.

“Well well, it is! Of all the people to find here, I find an old friend from Unova!” Lenora met the older former gym leader with a cheerful smile. She didn’t think any other of the Unova gym leaders had given up their positions- let alone take up a job here! Resting one hand on her hip and raising a friendly hand and giving a happy wave. “Good to see you after all this time.”

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ooc: Hello everyone! I recently put up a pretty important page regarding my health condition on my sidebar, because some days I might be out of commission for quite some time, and be unable to post. I’d appreciate it if you could give it a read! Thank you all for your patience and understanding!

Yikes, it’s been a few days and I still haven’t finished my open for this character! I’ll be working on a handful of replies tonight, and I’ll work on the open at the same time.

Well well! That’s quite a difficult question for me to answer. Many fossils and bones I’ve kept for my own private collection are very important to me. I would have to say my favourite fossil would be a cast fossil with the imprint of an ammonite that was given to me. We had many specimens in my parent’s museum, and it was one of the few that started my interest in archeology.