17611/One for the money!

One for the money!
Date of Scene:	09 April 2024
Location:	Breakstone Lake
Synopsis:	Sharon and Bishop meet to talk the future class that is always tomorrow and never today.
Cast of Characters:	Bishop, Sharon Smith

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Bishop has posed:
The sound of loud music is funky as a the funk police will allow is blasting by the lake. The dancing queen of the moment is Bishop. He is dressed in a leather jacket, with a tight pair of jeans and a pair of combat boots. Moving back and forth, his hand is up and down through the air as he spins on his back heel, back and forth as he moves with a twist and turn. He is one with the music! (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8QZvoOqUkqw)

Sharon Smith has posed:
Sharon Smith was lounging around in the nude. In fairness, that's pretty much what cats did for 99% of the day. The small black cat seemed to have chosen a particular speaker to lounge upon. It was a somewhat comical sight, as the feline seemed to be torn between enjoying the rumble of the speaker and the loud noise. Her ears were folded back in a meek protection from the sound, her eyes narrowed in half slits as they lazily gazed at Bishop. At least she wasn't commenting rudely about Bishop's playlist, or on his dancing moves.

Bishop has posed:
Bishop looks over at Sharon moving to the beat to the beat of the music, his hand is moving up into a point. Dancing over to the side of the lake, picking up a stone throwing it upwards to catch it. He skips that stone through the lake, skipping it across the lake as it sinks down into the lake. Than he is moving back to the music, as he moves back to the radio to dance to the music again. With a nod at the Cat, with a little chuckle.

Sharon Smith has posed:
Sharon Smith was very close to toppling off the speaker as the vibrations shuffled her slowly to the edge. She teetered with two feet dangling off the top for a moment before finally shifting into a human form to acknowledge the nod with one of her own. "I hate the commercials." she stated in greeting. "They disrupt the... good vibes" she claimed, glancing down between her at the speaker beneath. She gave the sides of the thing a light pat, as though praising it for a good job.

Bishop has posed:
Bishop nods slowly at the Cat now Human as the music is ends, moving to pick up his water bottle from one of his belt loops. "Yeah, commercials and capitalism live to destroy something more. One thing you can always count on is greed." He walks over to lean against a tree watching the lake, with a frown at it. "So, don't think we have talked much as of yet. I'm Bishop, teacher of future history, combat and shooting."

Sharon Smith has posed:
Sharon Smith wiggled her pale butt back on the speaker to sit more squarely on the surface. Her larger human figure was heavy enough that she wasn't likely to buzz over the edge again. Skin was also far more grippy than fur. "I'm Sharon. I'm a cat" she claimed. It was a far more comical statement coming from human lips, but Sharon didn't seem to pick up on the irony. "You can call me Catseye if you like." she added.

Irony wasn't entirely lost on Catseye "Future history?" she asked. "Is your class tomorrow?" She would have added a satirical tone to her voice, but Sharon wasn't very adept at those subtle changes in tone. She always sounded deadly serious.

Bishop has posed:
Bishop looks at Sharon with a nod of his head. "Catseye it is, yeah it is how did you guess?" His voice is very serious, taking out his phone to look at his register for it. "It is the history of the fall of our kind, the death of our world and what comes when the iron boots win, it is the history of my own timeline. Prof, thought it would be good for you to learn what may happen to us, in camps and such." His hand is moves to remove his glasses hiding his face, to show off that large burned M over his eye.

Sharon Smith has posed:
Sharon Smith draped back on the speaker to resume the naked lounging session she'd started up earlier. She looked... disappointed. The full-sized human didn't fit quite as nicely on the speaker as a small cat did, her limbs dangled off the edges of the speaker, hanging there in limp protest, as if waiting for the speaker to grow into a size more worthy of lounging on.

"I could just wait." she offered logically on the subject of future history. It was a true statement, but corny enough to deserve a face-palm.

Sharon looked over at the burned M "You got tattoos?" Once again it was a true statement, but not exactly a tactful one.

Bishop has posed:
Bishop his finger traces along the mark on his face. "Brand, burned on to my face to show the world I'm a filthy in there eyes. To show them I'm a dirty little mutie boy." His voice so harsh, with a look at the cat with a nod of his head. "After we tried to have rights, to matter they took it from us for a long time, than there was a squad made to hunt down naughty ones and spank them till they listened based on the teachings of one great man. But, that is a teaser, if you want more come to class. I'm go now." He starts for the school with a shake of his head. "I hope you get to keep that innocent in your soul Catseye."

Sharon Smith has posed:
Sharon Smith looked down at her frame. "I don't have any tattoos." she said, stating the obvious. "Or brands." she added. Also obvious.

"Don't spank me" she warned. "If you try I might bite you." she claimed. Her eyes lifted in a light roll as she reconsidered "Might..." It was more fun to leave spanking in the realm of possibility. Now it was only a gamble that he 'might' get bit. It left an obscure danger to the idea.

"Tomorrow" she told him. "It is a future history class. It cannot be taken today." she explained in a cheesy excuse. Most likely she was just trying to get out of work.