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[rule_britannia]

[Arthur's looking like he's not slept for a while, hair in slight disarray]

School is over for the summer, but I'll be offering language and literature classes for anyone who wants them, or needs the grades. Times will be on a first-come, first-served basis.

Probably should have thought about it before I went in for this teaching lark. Ah, well. A job's a job.

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[allthezpms]

My thoughts exactly.

[rule_britannia]

I suppose, in a place like this, we have to keep busy.

[allthezpms]

And, oh, will you be kept busy. But it's never a dull moment, at least.

[rule_britannia]

I'm rather counting on it at the moment. It keeps me from thinking too hard about the situation I'm in.

[Sigh]

And who might you be..?

[allthezpms]

Dr. McKay officially, but Rodney will do. Many of my students just call me that anyway.

And yeah... yeah, I know the feeling.

[rule_britannia]

Rodney. A pleasure. You can call me Arthur.

[No point complicating things unnecessarily with the whole explanation of what he is until he's sure he won't spend hours explaining it]

I have to say, I'm not buying into it.

[allthezpms]

Same to you, Arthur.

I agree. I mean, it seems like we have a rather... random assortment of people here. And trolls. Can't forget those. It's never made any sense to me why someone would just want to make up fourty-plus years of my life before bringing me here and going OH RIGHT, YOU NEED TO LEARN HOW TO EXIST NOW.

I've done plenty of existing.

[rule_britannia]

Trolls... Those peculiar-looking children?

[He's seen them in the school, but had thought it best not to pass comment]

I quite agree, I didn't bloody live as long as I have only to be told that none of my experiences have been sodding real until now.

[allthezpms]

Gray skin and orange horns, those are the ones.

I've been through too much school and seen too many strange things for this to all have been made up. Of course, it's not like they let the whole OH FICTIONAL thing interfere when we look for jobs. Our education was apparently real enough to be trusted to teach schoolchildren.

[rule_britannia]

Yes, those ones..

It's something I'm rather glad of, though. It's been a while since I've been able to work a job that I actually wanted to do.

[allthezpms]

Ah, yes, passing on knowledge to our island's youth. It's a noble pursuit, if often stressful.

[rule_britannia]

Mm, it does sound rather noble when you put it like that.

Though I sense you're not being entirely sincere.

[allthezpms]

My level of sincerity wavers from day to day. Such is life, I think.

[lifewithoutrest]

Still not settling in well?

[rule_britannia]

Well enough. It's a somewhat unsettling place. I'm still not buying into the 'you're fictional' idea.

[lifewithoutrest]

Nor am I. But I somehow believe openly questioning it would end badly.

[Not that it would necessarily stop her.]

[rule_britannia]

[Wouldn't stop him, either]

Mm, you're probably right.

It's.. good to hear from you again, in any case.

[lifewithoutrest]

I must have made quite the impression.

[rule_britannia]

You might say that.

[lifewithoutrest]

I'm flattered, Mr. Kirkland.

[rule_britannia]

Please, call me Arthur.

[lifewithoutrest]

Arthur it is. You're teaching literature, then?

[rule_britannia]

I am. I've yet to decide if it's one of the poorer decisions I've made.

[lifewithoutrest]

Is it the teaching you're concerned about or the subject?

[rule_britannia]

The teaching. I would hope that I know the subject well enough.