Turning Kermit Inside Out (OPEN)

[Mason McQueen]

And it’s live frog dissection day again. God, did the year really go by that fast?

Despite being a huge softie – Sam, Janice and Kat were always more than happy to remind him of that fact – Mason, oddly enough, had quite the penchant for opening things up. He can’t explain it, but something about seeing how everything really works out – all those blood vessels, mucosal layers, muscles and the organs themselves – really gets him going. (Yes he knew how psychotic that sounds. Hence why he didn’t like explaining it). Jumpy as he was, when it came to dissection, he had quite the still hand, able to make precise cuts deep enough to open something up but shallow still to ensure he’s not ripping any important structure. He would’ve opted for med school really (his aunt said with his hands he could’ve made a good surgeon) but it was way too expensive. His parents could only support him enough with a minister’s wage and he already had way too much student debt.

So he had to settle with catfish, fetal pigs and frogs at the moment. While cutting these poor critters up was oddly relaxing, his students reacting to such an experiment was another story entirely. He handled all eight Biology classes last year, and an average of three students fainted per class. That didn’t count the ones that fainted within the day (the shock took a while to get to them it seemed), nor the ones who simply threw up repeatedly (got cleaning up was a mess). It’s hard enough to keep a lid on things when pranksters in a normal school throw frog innards at each other; with unstable empaths and mischievous telekinetics running around, it’s way worse.

If only he had Ella’s power right now. Or maybe Ella herself. (Suppression plus eye candy for those hormonal boys. Double whammy).

In any case, it’s 2013. He had a new batch of students. There’s always hope.

“Ok class,” he said as he entered his first dissection lab of the day, carrying in front of him a huge tank filled with frogs and while the water was up to the halfway mark and placing it on his table. “I hope you’ve all read the prelab I gave out a week ago so you’d already have an idea on how to proceed with the experiment. Especially with paralyzing the frog and making the initial incision.” In case they didn’t read it – which he figured was the majority of the case – Mason projected the first page detailing the incision on the board. “Now settle in with your lab partner, put all your bags in the designated cubbyholes and put your lab coats. One of you grab a frog from me – Tiffany, no gloves! These frogs will slip from your fingers faster than you can scream if you do have them – while the other grab the gel plates and the kit from the storage room at the back. We have lots to cover today and there’ll be no make-up labs for this, so let’s get going!”

He’s so going to need a drink after this day. He just knows it.

[Kira Shatkin-Beck]

Kira wasn't really paying attention to what had been going on, but she looked up when her teacher entered the classroom holding a large tank filled with water- and frogs.

She grinned. 'Awesome!'

Initially Kira had found the idea of dissecting a live animal a little strange- cruel even- but after getting used to the idea she felt quite excited about it. After all, biology was one of her favourite subjects and the amount of pranks she could play with soggy wet frog bits was piling up in her head.
She looked at the frogs squirming in the tank and felt a little sorry for the fact that they were unknowingly approaching their death. As a child she lived near a pond that had a family of resident frogs, and she spent many afternoons dozing and listening to them croak.

Looking around at all the girls (and some boys) that were obviously nervous filled Kira with a kind of sadistic joy at what she could do to them, and the thrill of trying to get away with it.

Figuring it was time to be serious, she walked to the back of the classroom to get a kit and gel plate, and went back to her seat. This was going to be an interesting class.

[Ramona Evans]

Ramona sat in the near front of the classroom, staring down at the pages of the book in front of her. She flipped the pages every so often to make it look like she was reading, but of course she really wasn't. She was really watching the classroom around her, watching students goof off before the professor got here. 'Like they would really act like that if the professor was here,' She scoffed quietly at them and flipped a page in her book.

For what seemed like it took forever, the professor finally arrived. Of course it would seem like forever since she arrived 10 minutes earlier than she should have. She would of tattled on the students who were goofing off before, but she got distracted by what the professor was carrying when he came into the classroom. She sat up straight to show that she was giving him her fullest attention and closed the book in front of her.

He mentioned the prelab at which Ramona rolled her eyes to. Prelab? Of course she read the prelab. It would be stupid to think that she hadn't done it. She would never show up to class unprepared. She shook her head to clear the inner rant that she was having in her head and put her concentration back to the teacher.

When the teacher finished with his instructions, Ramona moved over to the area with the lab coats were and pulled one on. The sleeves were slightly too long, so she rolled them up once. She then raced her way over to the frogs. She wanted to be the first one there so she didn't end up with the worst one. If that made sense in anyway. She made her way back to her seat and noticed that she still needed a partner. She looked around the classroom and spotted a girl with highlights in her hair who already had one of the kits. She got back up from her seat and made her way over to her.

”Would you like to be my partner?” Ramona asked her, taking the unoccupied seat next to her which hopefully slimmed down the chances of her saying no.

[Kira Shatkin-Beck]

Kira looked somewhat thoughtfully at the projection on the board and then turned her eyes to the frogs in a vague attempt to see if she could figure out the incision, but they were too far away for her to be able to get a good look.
She watched them wriggle around in the tank for a bit, and noticed that one frog was making steady progress up the wall and towards the top of the tank.

'Come on, small frog.' She muttered as it almost reached partial-freedom, but just as it was about to make it to the opening of the tank it slid back down to the bottom and hopped away.
'Aww.'

Turning her attention to the kit and gel plate, Kira was about to start setting them up when a blond-haired girl walked over and asked if she wanted to be her partner.

Kira grinned. 'Sure! Welcome aboard. I'm Kira, by the way.'