1st Howl [Text]

[professorwolf]

[Not all of the new forays onto the network are as exciting as the old man with his fax machine. This one, in fact, is really pretty boring. Randall Lyall is on his lunch break, sitting in his classroom with his laptop open, editing his notes for tomorrow's classes between bites of lunch. And, because it keeps getting stuck in his head, he idly types out those numbers that had been cycling around in there again, in the hopes of maybe this time getting them out.

Instead, anyone else who happened to be connected gets a screen-full (or paper-full, depending on how they're connecting) of notes about photosynthesis. The page is complete with page numbers in the textbook (most of chapter 8), notations on what slide numbers to use where (slide number 82 is apparently a picture of a plant with a high chlorophyll leaf compared to one with low chlorophyll), a list of questions to ask the class at various points (difference in chlorophyll function between pine and deciduous? anyone?), and the following line:]

Chloro-fill joke stop using this, never gets a laugh

[Enjoy the inner workings of a high school teacher's class, network. For those who have actually had his class, this should look somewhat familiar.]

Comments

[twopercent]

[Between this and talking to Bakura... Jack dryly taps out the text message after finding his message inbox full to overflowing. He'd rather leave it be, but tapping out the series of digits weighing on his mind is almost reflexive.]

I'm starting to think someone out there is telling me to go back to school.

[professorwolf]

[All right, seeing a window with text pop up when he was decidedly not conntected to any networks (well, that he's aware of, anyway) has the biology teacher frowning and leaning back suspiciously.

He types back:]

Pardon me? While going back to school is generally a good thing, how did you make this connection?

[twopercent]

I could ask you the same thing. Something's up with the cell towers when they're sending biology lecture notes to my phone.

[He's sure it's not the cellular network he's on anymore, mind you, but Jack's at a loss for how else to describe it, this early on.]

[professorwolf]

[Confused and rather embarrassed, now, Lyall looks between the unexpected chat window and his notes.]

Oh dear. I am sorry about that. I didn't realize I was broadcasting. This laptop really shouldn't be capable of it. Did it just pop up or were you trying to access a different page?

[He isn't the most computer savvy out there, but he's also hardly illiterate, and he does know most everything there is to know about his computer here.]

Cool to assume this is still the school day?

[shiromadoushi]

[[...wait. Was this...?

...

Two minutes later he's talking the long way to the bathroom to go pause in the doorway of one of his classrooms, looking in. If his hunch was right...]]

quite! it's during lunch break, so he's even free :D

[professorwolf]

[Mr. Lyall is there, all right, sitting on one of the lab stools at the desk-slash-counter at the front of the room. And he is staring at his laptop (a rather older model, but it works for what it's supposed to be) as if it might be about to bite him. Or at least as if he expects it might have a virus.]

[shiromadoushi]

[[Bakura watches a long moment before finally speaking.]]

....Something the matter?

[professorwolf]

What? Oh!

[Lyall finally realizes he's being watched, after making a few typed out replies in the meantime, and he looks sheepishly over at Bakura.]

Hello, Bakura. No, nothing's the matter. Just a little computer trouble, that's all.

[comparative_insanity]

[There is nothing quite like getting your idle doodling interrupted by a sudden textwall about... chloro-whatchmacallit? Wait, wasn't that the thing in plants? Well, nothing for it but to write back. Excuse the handwriting.]

clorophyll thats the green stuff right
any way id like to not have my note book full off it

[professorwolf]

[And now there's another chat window. This makes no sense whatsoever.]

I'm very sorry. I don't know how this is happening. My laptop is not connected to any network that I am aware of.

[He even takes a minute to open his networks center and check-- which is also visible on Fenn's notebook page, now.]

[comparative_insanity]

well this paper probly aint conected to a network either since its a paper
but i can see you checking it on your computer and evrything

[professorwolf]

[Hey, notebook has multiple meanings... so Lyall is even more perplexed, now. He does, however, close his network connections box.]

Who are you?

[Audio]

[chalicejoker]

[Hajime's rather dismayed to see that the randomness is popping up on his cell phone as well. He needs to stop putting those numbers into things, but they're so persistent and he's been so absentmindedly entering them into things, he has yet to realize he's even doing it.

...and this stuff looks familiar. Really familiar. It's also particularly interesting to him at the moment, given that it's dealing with odd green biological substances. He'll quietly read for a bit, hoping they'll mention something about green blood but thinking that would be too much to ask.

As he's reading, he mutters to himself a little there at that note.]

That joke's even worse the second time...

[Audio]

[professorwolf]

[Lyall has sent Bakura on his way again, and returned almost reluctantly to his computer. There are no new text messages from anyone, so he marks down the information Fenn left him, closes out the little chat windows, and gets back to his work.

For about a minute, before his computer starts talking. He drops his fork mid-bite, startled.]

Oh Jesus. What?

[Audio]

[chalicejoker]

[Hajime jumps a bit at that outburst himself, although there's no audible sign that he was startled.]

I...ah...those notes came up on my phone. Annotations and all.

[Audio]

[professorwolf]

And now apparently people can talk through this connection, as well.

[Lyall sighs and rubs at his forehead, then pads to the nearest window and closes the blinds. There's a soft, distant "snick" sound that comes over the network, and then he walks back. Better. He's also wracking his brain to put a name to the voice, now.]

I am sorry about that. I really don't know how this came about. It's just impossible... you must be one of my former students, then, if you recognize that?

[audio, phone]

[northless]

[Oh good god, photosynthesis. Robb huffs out a laugh--god, how long has it been since he graduated from high school?]

I thought it was funny.

[Audio; there's a mic on Lyall's computer, sure XD ]

[professorwolf]

[Thankfully for Lyall's heartrate, he's already gotten his startlement out of the way with Hajime's message. Now he's just annoyed and a little tired of it all, and he's had to close his door so no students came in while he was talking to his damn computer.]

Oh, I am very glad that someone did. It's been years since anyone actually--

[Wait. He knows that voice.]

Robb? Robb Smith?

[audio]

[northless]

Hey, Mr. Lyall.

[Finally, somebody he knows.]

[text, from her laptop]

[reapsthewind]

Jesus, high school biology was something I wanted to forget. Thanks for the spam, dude.

[Text, about an hour later, after his next class]

[professorwolf]

I am sorry about that. It was very unintentional. I've taken the notes down, if that helps any.

[text]

[reapsthewind]

It does. I was mostly kidding, really. I mean there's a reason I went into engineering.

Given what Bakura's said, you're his bio teacher, right? I'm Chris; I tutor him in math after school.

You got any idea what's going on, or...?

[Text/Smartphone]

[thewalkingdork]

I liked the joke, Professor Lyall.

[He really did. He's a dork like that.]

You're in on this thing too?

[Text/Smartphone]

[professorwolf]

[Oh, lovely. Another one of his students, apparently, though this one shows up after class, at least. Lyall sighs at the sight of the new text message.]

Thank you. And yes, it seems I am, though not through any intent of mine. Which of my students might you be?

[thewalkingdork]

Paul Ben. I don't know how this all works either.