fandomhighdorms | [First Floor Lobby, Monday Evening]

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[First Floor Lobby, Monday Evening]

Not having had any classes today, Archie has spent most of it . . . well, in his room as usual. He does, however, have the Tick's Advanced Criminal Justice course first thing in the morning, and he's determined to do better than he did last term.

So he's sitting in the lobby going over his notes from last term, a large carafe of coffee and a plate of *fingerwiggle* buttery crumpets muffins on hand. He'd be willing to share with anyone who happens to wander by, of course.

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The Tick wandered out to the lobby, Lockheed on his shoulder, and a bunch of notepads in hand. He was determined to make some headway into sorting through this semester's classes ahead of time.

This attempt was destined to fail, of course, but trying counts for something. And then he saw a friendly face. "Hello, Archie! How are you this evening?"

Archie looked up with a smile. "Hello, Professor Tick, sir, and Lockheed! I'm quite well this evening, actually, just brushing up on notes for your class in the morning. Yourself? And care for a muffin? I think I've got several kinds here."

"Ooh! Muffin! Thank you, Archie!" Tick said.

"I'm glad to see that you signed up this semester! You started last semester off really well, so I know that you have Justicey Goodness in your brain! I can't wait to give you a CAT Scan of Education and see what it looks like!"

"I almost didn't," replied Archie, setting the notes aside for a moment. He still wasn't sure what a CAT scan was, but he was beginning to grow slightly used to the Tick's metaphors; at least, used enough to them to make a semi-educated guess as to their meaning. "In fact, I very nearly gave up and left school altogether. But I can't go -- back where I came from, and if I left now I'd be completely adrift in this time. I have this opportunity to learn, and I shouldn't waste it, should I?"

He smiled up at the Tick. "Your class challenged me in ways I suppose I never expected, and I enjoyed it very much. I'm glad you were willing to have me back."

"Good thing you didn't leave! Think of all the wackiness you could have missed!" Tick said. "And I thank you for the compliments, Archie! I'm honored."

Tick took a bite of his muffin. "Ooh, tasty."

Archie laughed. "I'm glad you're enjoying them. I discovered a little bakery in town by the intriguing name of 'Jeff, the God of Biscuits.' Quite a selection, and I thought perhaps I'd follow your example and offer baked goods to anyone who wanders by. That meeting with the sophomore class the other day reminded me of how few of my fellow students I really know."

"Egads! Jeff truly is a loving god!" Tick said.

"You know what you should do, Archie? If you want to meet your fellow students, you have to throw yourself into the fray! Go ahead and enter the StuCo race!"

It was a good thing Archie had put down his notes, or they'd have been all over the floor. "Me? Run for Student Council? I don't know, Professor, what could I offer in that capacity? I missed half of last semester, they'd hardly consider me trustworthy."

Tick raised the remaining bit of his muffin into the air emphatically. "You can offer a unique perspective, that's what! Who in this school has done what you've done? Who else talks as cool as you do? Egads, Archie! What don't you have to offer?"

Archie laughed bemusedly, though he was certainly considering it. "Well, I do have some experience in being in charge of small groups of people, I suppose. I don't think it could hurt, could it? Just to run, I mean?"

"Of course not!" Tick said. "Even if you were to lose, what do you actually lose? A position on the student council? Sure, but you didn't have it to begin with. But you can gain experience and friends! That makes it completely worth the trouble as far as I'm concerned!"

Archie grinned. "I knew there was a reason you were my favorite teacher. You're right, and it can't hurt. If nothing else, I'm sure I can find something to contribute." He picked up a muffin and eyed it for a moment before taking a bite.

"I suppose I should start working on some of those posters people are putting up everywhere."

Molly skips down the stairs to the first floor. Rory had said that this professor named Tick could usually be found in the lobby down there. Molly was very eager to see exactly what kind of superhero he was.

When she reached the lobby she saw ~~Jaye's boyfriend~~ Archie talking to a tall man dressed all in blue with a small purple dragon on his shoulder. She stopped in shock. "Lockheed! You're Lockheed!"

Lockheed turned around and saw a girl in a hat calling his name. He waved suspiciously.

Molly walked up to Lockheed, ignoring the other two for now. "You were with the X-Men! You know Wolverine!"

Lockheed nodded slowly. He appreciated the attention, but this was weird.

"Is Wolverine here!?" Molly may be bouncing just a little.

Lockheed shook his head slowly.

Molly looked crestfallen. "Awww. Okay." She finally paid attention to the other people with them.

"Hey, Archie. Hey, Bridge (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomhighdorms/375436.html?thread=15967884#t15967884)." She turned to Lockheed's perch. She looked him up and down. "You're Professor Tick, right?"

"Yes, I am!" Tick said. "What's your name? And would you like a muffin?" Tick said, gesturing to the muffins Archie brought.

"Sure! Molly said and took a muffin.

"I'm Molly Hayes. I'm a mutant and I'm from L.A., not some other planet or the future or anything. This guy named Jake told me that you are some sort of superhero, which I am willing to believe without proof since you are hanging out with Lockheed, but I've never heard of you before so I don't think you're from my world so I need to know all about your powers and where you're from and what kind of villains you fight. How did you get your name? Do you have a secret identity? Will you tell me what it is? Have you fought any bad guys here in Fandom or are you just here to teach?" Molly tore off a piece of muffin and looked expectantly at The Tick for answers. She was bouncing a little again.

"Egads!" Tick said, his antennae flailing. "That's a lot of questions. Err, I have superstrength and I'm nigh-invulnerable, I hail from The City, and my villains are quite terrible and usually freakishly deformed in some way. I just am The Tick, I have no secret identity, so it would be impossible for me to tell you what it is. And I just fought a deranged consciousness who had possessed a friend of mine and gathered a duck army to slaughter Fandom. I thwarted him, though."

"Happy?" he asked, smiling.

Molly stared at The Tick's antennae and then her eyes lit up (just in the regular sense, they did not glow pink) as she heard what he was saying. "Really!? I have superstrength too! And as far as we can tell, I am ~~nigh~~ near invulnerable. I tend to get tired after I use my powers. Does that happen to you? Are you a mutant? Or were you bitten by a radioactive tick? Is that how you chose your name?

"Possessions are hard, you can't kill the body, but you still have to figure out how to beat them. A duck army sounds cool. I wish I could have been here to see you thwart them. That would have been neat."

She smiled at him. "Yes, I am."

"No, I don't get tired after using powers. My powers are just always there. They always have been there as far as I can remember. As for why I'm The Tick, well, it's who I am! It's what I am! I am, simply, The Tick!" It might be clear at this point that Tick honestly doesn't know this stuff or simply doesn't care. Either way, there is no origin story coming.

"I managed to knock the fiend out after a good fight. Lockheed took care of the ducks." Lockheed looked very proud about this.

"I'm glad you're happy, Molly!"

Molly purses her lips and nods. "Mysterious origins. I forgot that one. Knocking the possessed villains out is good. I'm glad you didn't have to hurt your friend very much."

When The Tick mentioned Lockheed's part in the battle, she turned to him. "Go, Lockheed! A whole duck army by yourself? That's awesome!" She smiled at him and then turned back to The Tick.

"So, Mr. Professor The Tick, what class do you teach? Are you teaching students how to be superheros? Do they get to make costumes? I made a costume once, but my friends didn't. They kinda made fun of me, but then, I was eleven at the time and it was a pretty bad costume." She waited patiently for his answers.

Lockheed preened. He had no clue who this girl was or what her obsession with Wolverine was about, but he kind of liked her.

"Egads, you're just full of questions!" Tick said happily. "I teach Advanced Criminal Justice. It's not exactly about superheroes, but it does examine the Backbone of Superheroism, of course! No costumes are made, unfortunately. But you made a costume? I bet it was keen!"

Wandering back in to the dorms after Tactics class, Bridge stops when he sees the group of people congregated in the lobby. He'd never noticed anyone hanging out here before.

"Hi!" he says, waving cheerfully at everyone.

The Tick waved to Bridge. "Hello, Bridge! I'm glad to see that you signed up for my class! I have a good feeling about you in my class!"

"Hi Professor Tick!" Bridge said cheerfully. "I was worried I wouldn't get in, actually. Which would be bad, 'cause it's definitely the kind of class I should be taking!"

"Hello, Archie," says Rose, as she comes back from classes.

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