Four [ACTION] In Which BRAINS HAPPEN!

[myblimpisbigger]

[Anyone unfortunate enough to be in Klaus's biology class will arrive to find that, on their desk, is a jar. In that jar, besides some suspicious green liquid which is totally harmless upon inspection, is a brain. It's obviously not a human brain -- too small -- but it's still a brain, and it's still on their desk, and it's still accompanied by a stick-on label and a sharpie.]

Good morning, class. Today we begin our unit on the nervous system. On your desk is your new best friend. Give them a name to distinguish them from everyone else's best friends and we can begin.

Comments

[myblimpisbigger]

It is, isn't it?

[You wait until you get to touch the brain, Issei...]

I find many people work best when presented with something concrete and physical rather than just words on a board or in a book.

[unknownrival]

Well, that is a valid theory of thought.

...We're going to dissect this, right? I'm naming mine Shinji.

[myblimpisbigger]

Not immediately, no. But eventually. My hope is that by the time we get to dissecting you will know the parts of the brain so well that no instruction is required.

[unknownrival]

Those are high hopes for this class.

[myblimpisbigger]

I have always been optimistic in matters where brains are concerned.

[Besides, he can extend this unit indefinitely if you don't get it the first time around. He just looooooooooves him some brains, spinal cords and nerves, okay...]

[unknownrival]

[Issei writes the name down.]

Some of my classmates seem less than pleased.

[myblimpisbigger]

They will learn to deal with it. The nervous system is arguably the most important in the human body, and I would be doing them a disservice if I did not give it the proper attention.

[unknownrival]

It's simply not a subject that's usually hands-on, as it's typically inside the body where hands can't get to it.

[myblimpisbigger]

I know. It's one of the great tragedies of science, isn't it? You can imagine how disappointed I was not to be able to get my hands on a proper cadaver. Luckily I was able to procure these.

[He taps the side of his own jar fondly. In neat script is written 'Othar Tryggvassen GENTLEMAN ADVENTURER'.]

[unknownrival]

...Should I ask why that name?

[myblimpisbigger]

Oh, it's merely in reference to an old friend of mine.

[And by 'old friend' he means 'man I've been trying desperately for years to kill, involving numerous attempts to drill into his brain and/or throw him to his death from an airship.

Details, details.]

[unknownrival]

Ah. Mine is a classmate I dislike and would like to compare unfavorably in brain size to an animal.

[He's pretty sure these are animal brains.]

[myblimpisbigger]

I see. This particular brain happens to belong to a sheep, so I suppose it's an apt comparison to make if you're looking to be insulting.

[unknownrival]

I'll have to tell him if I see him again.