Today, Dean was taking his class out for another field trip, yes. There was a bit of a smile on his face as his students met on the spot on the beach that they'd been handwavily instructed to gather on ( Read more... )

The setup in the art room was pretty straightforward today. The lights were somewhat dimmed, the coffee was on the desk, which had a single lamp on it so that students could pour without scalding themselves in the dark, and there was a television at the front of the room. Dean was leaning against a nearby wall, looking somewhat perplexed by the ( Read more... )

Oh, class filled with people who numbered one and one alone. After sharing a room with Madrox in Rio, Dean was finding himself actually pretty fond of the lot of you. You were all one of a kind ( Read more... )

Dean was not about to admit in a million years that what had put him so out of sorts last class was not, in fact, a cold, but rather a mild pollen allergy that had been kept under control for the remainder of the week with some quick and easy pharmaceuticals ( Read more... )

When the class congregated in the art room today, they might notice the large stack of somewhat worn clothing heaped up on Dean's desk. With plenty of room left aside for the coffee, no worries ( Read more... )

Dean was starting to get that look about him. The look of a man who had hidden himself away from the world on the weekend on account of surprise breasts, only to lose himself in artistic projects right up until yesterday, when a bunch of the most horrifying toys he'd ever seen had wound up staring him down until, well, it was either him or them ( Read more... )

The class was meeting back in the classroom again this week, and Dean was leaning back against his desk, requisite coffee in hand, and more coffee off to the side in case the students wanted any.

It was kind of expected of him, now. And Dean would hate to disappoint.

( Composition: Not the same as compost. )

This week, Dean's students had been told to dress for the weather in clothes that they didn't mind getting dirty, because they were doing some hands-on searching for art supplies in Fandom's junkyard. Lined up at the gate were enough wheelbarrows for each student to take one, and each wheelbarrow had a pair of heavy work gloves, a travel mug of hot ( Read more... )

"Hey, guys," Dean greeted, smiling as his students settled themselves into the art room before he pointed with his thumb toward the coffee on his desk. "Coffee's free, help yourselves. I don't want anybody falling asleep in the middle of my lecture today, you hear ( Read more... )

Okay, cool. Dean had been on the island for exactly a week now, and so far he was still more or less sane. This probably had something to do with the way he'd managed to avoid actually meeting any of the students yet, granted. But for the time being? Sane ( Read more... )