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Outside the Front Door, evening

It was a nice day out, and he was still a little soaked, so Tick sat on the front steps of the dorms. It was the perfect time to sit down and try the Rubik's Cube. So far both Rory and Becky had solved it in under a minute. Aeryn... probably didn't do much, based on the indentations in the plastic where she had presumably squeezed in frustration. It probably wasn't a good idea to give it to Aeryn, actually. Maybe he should have called Camboy instead. Oh well. If somebody had lost it, they couldn't expect it to be in perfect condition.

He started twisting the cube. Grunts, yells of "Ha!" and cries of "Nefarious Plastic Fiend, you face The Tick!" could be heard.

[OOC: If anybody wants to chat at this late hour, follow the weird noises out front.]

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John shuffles a bit. "Uh yeah. She wasn't looking at me. I was kind of a jerk to her, I guess. I am kind of a jerk sometimes." John waves it off. "How're you, sir?"

"Damp! But drying. Overall, not too bad, though!"

[OOC: You mean "insane again," don't you? I seem to remember something with a certain teacher...]

"Oh, yeah. Was this weekend your field trip? I was sorry to have missed that, sir." John shuffles again. "Sir, if I could, can I ask your advise on something?"

"Yes, it was today. Crazy stuff." Always willing to help, Tick enthusiastically said, "Sure! At the store of The Tick, Advice is one of our best sellers! Ask away, chum!"

"Thanks." John takes a deep breath. "Aeryn, the person you had your cube, well, I was kind of a jerk to her today. A big one. How could I make it up to her? You know, how would a superhero like yourself make up for being a bit of an ass?"

Tick couldn't remember anyone ever asking for his advice on women. Ever. He was going to try to get it right.

"Well, if I know anything about Aeryn - and what I do is mainly from class and her crushing the cube a little - you should probably give her a little bit of time to cool down. When she's mad, she seems kind of violent." Tick held up the Rubik's Cube. The bumps were clearly visible. "Don't let this be you, John!"

John grins. "Yeah, she is...strong. Thank you, sir. I just wanted to get another view on it." John peers down at the Rubik cube. And he doesn't wanna leave. Not yet. "So, sir, once you solve the cube, what will you do?"

"I'm sorry I couldn't help more, but you should at least live until the middle of the week."

Tick looked at the cube. "Well, I don't know when I'll solve it, but I imagine I'll just continue with whatever I was doing before I started it. The other night, Rory took it and had it solved in a few twists. The cube was just a short stop on the line she was moving on, so she went back to her party when she finished it. I believe I'll go back to my party, whether that party is class, C.R.A.C.K., or sleep!"

"But that's in the future, so who can be sure, anyway?"

John wants to pay Professor Tick on the shoulder but he's not sure if he can. So he gives Professor Tick a thumbs up. "If it helps, I could never solve those things. You should pick up a slinky. I think you'd really like one of those and they're not puzzles. They're just fun."

"I tried one once. It got tangled in my antennae. I think I'll try to see this through for now. Maybe ask Rory for help at some point." Tick pondered what he just said. "You know, there's probably a life lesson in there. See things through and don't be afraid to ask for help! If you do that, you'll eventually get the colors on the right sides!"

John laughs at the image of a slinky in the Tick's antennae. "Ah, sorry about bringing up your slinky trauma, sir. And I think you're very sage in your words." John says honestly. "And, by the way, have you ever tried a pogo stick?"

Hearing the pogo stick question, Tick said simply, "Springs and I just don't get along, really. They break if you put too much force on them. That's another life lesson."

John grins hugely. "You're a lot more well travelled then I am, sir. I appreciate your time and should probably be getting to bed. Thanks for your advice.' This time, John does pat Professor Tick on the shoulder. "Good luck with the cube. Let me know if I can help in anyway."

"You're welcome, John! And thank you for the offer, but you already admitted that you're no good at these things!" Tick laughed a little. "If there's ever anything I can help you with again, just let me know!"

John laughs at himself. "Yeah, I do suck at puzzles. And I will sir, thank you. Have a terrific night!"

"You, too, John!"

Tick stayed outside trying to solve the puzzle for a few more minutes before realizing it wasn't going to happen tonight. He was dry enough now, so he went to his room for the night.

[OOC: I can't believe John came to Tick for advice with women.]

[OOC: When you're talking to The Tick about women, there really is nowhere else to turn. Well, maybe Zaphod or Ash. Tick's advice probably won't get you slapped or worse. Advice from either of them can't claim that.

That said, I can understand just wanting to talk to Tick. :)]

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