A Whateley Academy Tale

Roulette 2: Taking Another Spin

by

Morpheus

Wednesday afternoon, Nov 21st, 2007

I didn’t like flying.  Or more accurately, I didn’t like being stuck in the middle seat with a fat guy on one side, who was encroaching on my space, while an old lady sat on my other side, hitting me with her sharp elbows every time she shifted position.

So far, my trip home for Thanksgiving had been a little less than enjoyable.  Between the MCO agents who glared at me during the security check and my annoying neighbors, I just wanted it to be done and over with.  Fortunately, we’d be landing in Portland in about half an hour, then I wouldn’t have to worry about my neighbors anymore.

“You’re a lovely girl,” the woman beside me abruptly said.  “Why would you do that to yourself?”

“Excuse me?” I asked in confusion.

“Why would you dye your hair that garish color?” the old woman demanded, reaching up and grabbing a couple strands of my hair. “Do you want attention so much that you have to make yourself look like some kind of clown?”

A Second Generation Whateley Academy Tale

Dorms of Our Lives

By Wasamon and Souffle Girl

with the assistance of the usual suspects

Season 4, "A Picnic Outing"

Part 2

--High Gear

Theoretically he'd had enough sleep last night.  Probably. For a definition of "sleep" that included sporadic naps which in the aggregate added up to a few hours. Several mugs of #3 Devisor Double Mocha had filled in the gaps admirably.

His quest to dig up extra dirt on Calliope's circle of friends in the Mutant Mayhem Machine -- what a name! -- via social media algorithms had proven less fruitful than he'd hoped.  In the case of the beta males, there just wasn't much worth finding. Jimmy "Shieldwall" Cannes was as squeaky as they got, with a social wall plastered with pro-police, pro-Scouting, pro-goody-two-shoes stuff.  Though there was also a lot of high visibility, pro-mutant stuff as well. High Gear could at least hit the 'Like' button a few times as a show of solidarity.

Chronicles of Fred, Part 2

The Freddening

by Kettlekorn

Chapter 1: Drick Drolled

September 20th, 1990

“Soon, we’ll be invincible!” Fred and his partner Tim pronounce simultaneously while the devise they’re monitoring hums to life. Betty and Wilma happen to be walking past the lab at the same time, and they pause to roll their eyes at their coworkers.

It's a Matter of Death and Life

Part 4

by Camospam, editing by Wendy K,

 Whateley Academy, Kirby Hall: Monday Oct 15, 2007

 Louis Geintz had just wrapped up his famous Psychic ethics discourse, It’s a topic every student in his class would at some point need to face, and likely agonize over, because undoubtedly they’ll each need to decide whether to ‘cross the line’ or not.

 A psychic has an especially challenging approach when using their powers. While an exemplar might have limitations to their strength, if they exercise their ability; say by starting out lifting a Volkswagen - however, by pushing themselves they could build up to hefting a bus. Conversely, a psychic needs to practice not pushing the limits, to not explore what’s possible. Instead, it’s all about finesse and discretion.

 A truly skilled psychic is one that does no damage - to not leave footprints saying they'd been there, depending - of course, upon the decision of having ethics: to be good or bad.