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smash_logs2012-05-17 04:37 pm
did_well_enough) wrote in smash_logs2012-05-17 04:37 pm
Class Log - Computer Course
Who: GLaDOS and all of you.
What: Ms. GLaDOS' first class (BE THERE OR ELSE)
When: Thursday 10:00 am.
Where: Computer Lab.
Warnings It's GLaDOS, that's a warning enough.
Well, this was it. Today was the big day, GLaDOS' very first class. Despite how she had acted over the network, she was actually somewhat looking forward to this class, if only because she wanted to study the students as well as any passerby. Besides, who knows? Maybe this would be interesting, or at the very least, entertaining. However, while some part of her was a bit excited, most of her was dreading this. She had spoken with a few of the students over the network and the majority seemed beyond idiotic. She almost missed Wheatley.
Almost.
But regardless, she had written up a simple lesson plan that would just her through this class until next week without any trouble...hopefully. She'd have to confront the hands to see if she could get an "Intro to computers" class and then a normal computers class because teaching both the dumb and the smart (if there was any) would be hell. But that was in the future, right now she had bigger problems to worry about. A sigh came from the teacher as she checked her watch, 9:50 am. Might as well get outside and make sure the brats show up. So when you walk by said lab to go inside, you'll be seeing Ms. GLaDOS standing outside the door of her lab, arms folded. She'll occasionally check her watch to see when she can go in and send any late students to detention.
[ooc: Alright, this is her first class log, so I'll be splitting it up into sections. Feel free to threadjack each other, students. And teachers? Feel free to observe or whatever it is you do.
Also, for a reference the computer lab looks like this, but bigger.]
What: Ms. GLaDOS' first class (BE THERE OR ELSE)
When: Thursday 10:00 am.
Where: Computer Lab.
Warnings It's GLaDOS, that's a warning enough.
Well, this was it. Today was the big day, GLaDOS' very first class. Despite how she had acted over the network, she was actually somewhat looking forward to this class, if only because she wanted to study the students as well as any passerby. Besides, who knows? Maybe this would be interesting, or at the very least, entertaining. However, while some part of her was a bit excited, most of her was dreading this. She had spoken with a few of the students over the network and the majority seemed beyond idiotic. She almost missed Wheatley.
Almost.
But regardless, she had written up a simple lesson plan that would just her through this class until next week without any trouble...hopefully. She'd have to confront the hands to see if she could get an "Intro to computers" class and then a normal computers class because teaching both the dumb and the smart (if there was any) would be hell. But that was in the future, right now she had bigger problems to worry about. A sigh came from the teacher as she checked her watch, 9:50 am. Might as well get outside and make sure the brats show up. So when you walk by said lab to go inside, you'll be seeing Ms. GLaDOS standing outside the door of her lab, arms folded. She'll occasionally check her watch to see when she can go in and send any late students to detention.
[ooc: Alright, this is her first class log, so I'll be splitting it up into sections. Feel free to threadjack each other, students. And teachers? Feel free to observe or whatever it is you do.
Also, for a reference the computer lab looks like this, but bigger.]
no subject
I said a lot of things before. What is so important about that?
no subject
Can they bring back memories?
no subject
[A pause. GLaDOS stops to consider this. In retrospect, she supposes it is possible. But it'd require lots of testing to perfe-
...
Well. This works out well.]
It's possible. It would be difficult but possible.
no subject
[She bluntly said this.]
Someone who had a book said something about "Lhant Hill" and it made me feel...strange...
no subject
[Matter of factly.]
Most likely, you still have said memories, they're just locked up. I suppose I can work on something for you.
However, it won't be for free.
no subject
...Yes?
no subject
You are going to have to be entirely willing to let me do this. Otherwise, I will not be able to get your memories back.
[Well...she's not lying. Yet.]
no subject
[She then nodded her head. As long as it got her memories back. But. Why did she get a chill down her back? Was it..ah nevermind.]