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The Other-Wordly Meme

Words are magical things; they can have so many lovely connotations and varied histories.
Words have family trees just like people. They are linked to each other.
Some words are full of flavor and color and describe things you never suspected there were words for.
Words are why we're here.

The meme is simple: post a comment with your muse's name and canon in the subject line.
List any preferences you may have ("No Shipping," "No Smut," etc.), if you decide to leave the next step up to responders.
Responders (or original posters, if they so decide), go to the Other-Wordly blog and hit 'Random' until you get a word. Use the word as a prompt to write up an RP scenario. Do this several times, if you like. Mix and match. Have fun with it!

Don't stop with a word, though! Words can often have etymologies that are at odds with their current meanings. Words can shift connotations over time. Let your imagination carry you with the words as its wind.

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[Beacon Hills is ... not what he expected.

Aside from the economics teacher being ... like Ty Pennington on speed, it seems like a normal school. Despite it's history, Sam doesn't see what his dad is so worried about. Dean says that things aren't always what they seem, and maybe that's true, but at the same time ... Sam doesn't actually care.

What he cares about is passing the high level math class he's sweet talked his way into, and in order to pass he needs to catch up, fast. And that's how he finds himself in front of one Lydia Martin.

Personally, he thinks she's scarier than any creature that Beacon Hills could dig up, but that's mostly Sam's inability to talk to girls talking.]

Hey. You're Lydia right?

The notebook opened before her on the desk is filled with equations, their solutions neatly organized beneath them as Lydia only partially pays attention to the professor droning on in what seems like slow motion, revealing exactly what she's already scripted. He had long ago given up on calling her name amidst her wandering, holding some sort of hope that he might catch her off guard, stumbling up what she could for an explanation before providing a false answer. Eventually, he had noted that there was an absolute zero percent chance, truthfully, Lydia could teach the problem herself if she wished. Hell, the entire curriculum.

When the male's figure before her murmured something in her direction, only the sound of her name rose a finely arched brow, her green eyes flitting to his. She studied him for a moment, noting the obvious distress that knit his brows together, before drawing in a sharp breath. "Congratulations. You've successfully moved yourself higher on the social totem pole."

[Heh. Okay. He can deal with this. It's not like it's unlike anything he's heard from his brother any other day of the week.]

My name is Sam. I take Advanced Calculus, and I'm new. Brentler said if there was someone I should ask to help me catch up it was you, so this was me asking.

[A beat.]

But if you're not interested, I'm pretty sure I could figure it out on my own.

[ When the professors name coursed past the males lips, Lydia's hues flickered to the front of the classroom, raising her brows before an unamused smile sat tautly across her mouth. Of course. Well Brentler is a moron. Rather than catching a student up himself, he chose to throw Lydia's name into the bowl. Granted, he was correct, if anyone actually knew what they were doing it would be her — professor included.

Lydia took a moment to study the sincerity that seemed to radiate from the boy, tapping the end of her pen against her notebook. Honestly, she didn't have much better to do. Plus, he was slightly attractive, so maybe that's all she needed to urge her in a more understanding direction. ]

"My place or yours?"

[Well. That's a loaded question.]

My place is ... [a motel] ... still kind of being unpacked, but I was thinking we could do a library, maybe?

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[ omg, excuse her sass ]

it's okay, sassy lydia is the best lydia

I AM GLAD YOU AGREE.

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