[OPEN] It's Exam Season

[curingidiocy]

WHO: Dr. Ratio, Itadori Yuji, Fushiguro Megumi, any other student taking the exams + anyone who enters the cafeteria
WHAT: A bunch of teenagers willfully subjecting themselves to exams, with Dr. Ratio as the proctor.
WHERE: Main Base Cafeteria
WHEN: May 13 + 14
WARNINGS: None unless you think high school exams deserve a warning

[ Ratio had not expected to be proctoring exams so soon after arriving to an isolated, ruined planet, but life always had its ways to surprise you. It is a development he welcomes, however, as it means there are students interested in learning.

Unfortunate then that the base has little to no locations suitable for education. The library's overhead lights were broken, and there were far too few seats. The only option at such a short notice was the cafeteria. But Ratio is adaptable, for adaptability is sign of an open mind and excellent problem-solving skills, both of which he has in spades.

Over the two days of May 13 and May 14, Outsiders will find a corner of the cafeteria cordoned off for the exams, blocked by bristol panels that separate the space from the rest of the cafeteria. A man with a plaster bust over his head will be standing near by, apparently proctoring the exams. ]


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[stonehearts]

( Aventurine throws his hands up in apology, before shoving more food into his face. )

I'm just saying, there have been plenty of geniuses without being a Genius. And, ( He clinks his fork on his glass of water, almost as if he's in idle thought but mostly to make sure he has Ratio's attention. ) I think that it doesn't make the man. Or genius, as it were.

[curingidiocy]

[ Is Aventurine... pitying him? Because he's not a member of the Genius Society? Ratio's eyes narrow, agitation set into the frown of his mouth. ]

I hardly care for the label nor do I desire it. What I have accomplished and what I will accomplish will not change, even if Nous should one day gaze upon me. Anyone who believes Their disregard for me to be a mark of shame is an idiot.

[ It comes out a little more heated than intended, and he realizes he's erred. He promptly shuts his mouth and focuses on the food in front of him, though he doesn't have much of an appetite now. ]

[stonehearts]

( Aventurine at least has the grace to look taken aback, before re refocuses on his food as well, pushing it around with a fork rather than eating it. He's silent for a moment before: )

You know I don't think that.

[curingidiocy]

[ He knows. He knows Aventurine means well. But—

He's already shown his hand. Shown how he loathes being compared to the Genius Society. Loathes how people will still associate him with them, and wonder why he has not received Nous' gaze yet. Loathes how he lets it affect him more than it should. ]

Then there is hardly a need to console me by saying that I am somehow better than those Nous has chosen. The path I have chosen for myself does not align with Nous' path. That is all.

[ How is it that that sounds like a flimsy excuse now, when it was supposed to be a truth he realized long ago? ]

[stonehearts]

I wasn't trying to do that, either.

( He says, jabbing his food with his fork in a particularly vicious manner. Aventurine was just trying to say that he thinks Ratio is smarter than any Genius Society member, and a whole lot of a better person than them, too. And that if someone like Ratio could be overlooked, then there's a chance that other people just as smart as he is could have been, too.

That he is thankful that Ratio was never snapped up by Nous, that he's glad of the Aeon's blatant overlooking of an immeasurable talent happened because it allowed him to meet Ratio at all... well.

Even Aventurine isn't reckless enough to risk Ratio's wrath like that. )

Tell me about your students.

[curingidiocy]

[ And that is precisely the problem with Aventurine's words. These comparisons of intellect have always been used to question him, to wonder if there's something wrong or lacking, as if the Aeon's approval matters more than his accomplishments. And when others speak as Aventurine has, it is always an attempt to stroke Ratio's ego, or some twisted form of consolation, like he is above the Genius Society somehow and should therefore be unbothered by the lack of acknowledgement. Do they hear themselves? Such reassurances are empty delusions, designed only to render one complacent.

They are all wrong.

This train of thought is sending him into a far darker mood than he wanted to be, especially around Aventurine, the sole individual he fully trusts on this dying planet. He cannot afford to take his irritation out on the gambler, so when he changes topic, Ratio welcomes it, trying to ease the furrow in between his brows before it becomes obvious how agitated he was. ]

The first, and primary reason for these diagnostic exams is a young man named Yuji Itadori. He has indicated that he struggles in academic subjects, so I am not expecting much from his exams.

[ Ouch. But it's his honest assessment. He pauses, giving Aventurine a chance to comment if he so wishes. ]

[stonehearts]

( That Ratio is so willing to change the subject soothes Aventurine's own irritation, though he still pokes at his food rather than eat it -- the enjoyment of sharing a meal with the other man lost for the moment. He shouldn't be so bothered by it, they've certainly said worse to each other in those early days when Aventurine was trying to figure out how to get under Ratio's skin and Ratio wouldn't trust him as far as he could throw him. But it bothers him now, that Ratio could think so little of him that he'd--

Well, anyway. )

You have warned them, haven't you? About your reputation back home, I mean, and the fact that if they talk in class you're going to either throw chalk at their heads or pick them up and literally throw them out?

[curingidiocy]

[ He has never been one to care about souring another's mood, and had they been in an earlier stage of their relationship, it wouldn't bother him now. But at this point, they're something that Ratio can consider—perhaps friends, and Aventurine's obvious gloom has him feeling discontent.

It's not like the gambler to be so... obvious about his feelings, but he isn't quite certain where he erred in the first place. ]

I have informed them that I am a strict teacher. They will come to know the rest when classes begin.

[stonehearts]

Maybe I'll start attending classes just to witness that revelation.

( He takes a bite then, and hunger wins him over in the end -- and he does his best to shelve his melancholy away for the moment. There's no point in being obvious about how he feels about this particular thing. So he chokes it down and continues to eat. )

Those poor, unsuspecting souls-- ( A dramatic shake of his head. ) But it won't be me who warns them.

[curingidiocy]

[ The topic swings back to something more comfortable, and Ratio latches onto it with an elegant curve of his brow and a look that invites their usual friendly banter. Not quite an apology for upsetting Aventurine, but a peace offering nonetheless. ]

If you are to attend my classes, I will not permit you to leave without learning something from them. You will find no leniency from me.

[stonehearts]

( He will accept it, glad for the chance to settle things between them. Aventurine... dislikes the idea of being in a foul mood with Ratio, given that the man can always go toe for toe with him. It makes for a good companion. )

Oh? And what sort of things can you possible teach me, professor?

[curingidiocy]

[ Mollified by Aventurine's reply, Ratio begins to consume his meal properly, his stomach settling from an anxiety he hadn't been wholly aware of until now. That he would be so unsettled by upsetting Aventurine... it is because he cares about Aventurine and enjoys his presence. Because he truly considers Aventurine a friend. Perhaps his only one in the entire universe.

He doesn't want to lose that bond. ]

Anything you please, so long as it falls into the realm of my expertise.

[ He looks at the gambler, searching. He's made the same offer a few times before, often asking if the man had any interest attending his classes. This offer is as genuine as all his previous ones. ]

Interested?

[stonehearts]

I can't say there's much for you to teach that's relevant to me.

( It isn't a 'no', but more of a sideways step. Aventurine has no resentment over the lack of a formal education -- he doubts he would have done well in a university like the one Ratio teaches in, too. No, he's more of a street learning type.

And now, well. He's really not the type to find any joy in the thrill of learning just to learn. )

Why, do you have something in mind?

[curingidiocy]

[ Ratio is well aware that Aventurine would not excel in the structured format of academia. All that he has learned has been out of necessity and experience. But the gambler is a clever man—he picks up far more than others in each moment, and learns to apply them deftly and appropriately. He is a man of practice, whereas Ratio is a man of theory. They are complementary, and that is why they are an excellent team. ]

I did not say it must pertain to academia. Only that it falls under my expertise.

[ And, as both of them know, Ratio is quite the eclectic bin of knowledge. The scholar has briefly shown that hand to Aventurine a few times, from sleights of hand to eccentric hobbies and even playing strange instruments (the theremin had delighted the gambler, for it was a unique, antique instrument mostly lost to time, and the question of how Ratio learned to play this rare instrument must have plagued his mind for a good while).

(The answer is, unfortunately, quite mundane. Early in his career, he made acquaintance with a researcher who had a passion for rare instruments. That researcher had been one of the smarter ones—they'd figured out that they could bargain for favours by teaching him something that piqued his curiosity. He'd only expressed his interest in the complex technicality of music just once and they'd made use of that information instantly.) ]

I do not, but the offer remains open, as always.