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Science! (Thursday, Period 7)

"Good afternoon, class!" Ms Frizzle greeted them brightly as the class filed in. Today's dress looked like a walking ad for the Skydome, covered as it was in baseballs, baseball bats, and baseball diamonds. Small softballs dangled from her ears to complete the outfit.

"Today we'll be talking about motion!" she announced, pacing in front of the class and slipping suddenly, windmilling for a moment before catching herself. "Whoops! Not enough friction there! Sometimes friction, the force of my foot against the floor, for example, is a good thing." She stopped by one end of her lab bench and thrust a finger in the air. "Liz, slide me the book on motion!"

The lizard obliged, pushing a heavy volume towards the woman. And although she pushed so hard she flopped over onto her scaly stomach, the book stopped sliding halfways across, stil out of reach of the teacher.

"And," Ms Frizzle continued, a worrying smile beginning to spread across her face, "Sometimes it isn't." She picked up the book and began flipping through until she reached the page she was looking for. She held up the book, displaying a picture of a baseball diamond. "Imagine, children, a world without friction! You wouldn't be able to do this -" she jumped to the left, and took another step to the right "- or this -" she hopped a few steps of the Schottishe "- even if it would be easier to do this!" And she executed a Risky Business-esque slide across the front of the classroom.

She stopped. "I know!" she said suddenly. Her earrings began to glow. She snapped the book closed, thrust one hand in the air, and began marching out of the classroom. "Everyone to the bus!"

[[~~As always, OCD coming. Today's a big one.~~ PLAY BALL!]]

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Ms Frizzle led the class outside and waited for everyone to board the bus. Once they had all filed past, Liz gave her the thumbs-up from the driver's seat and Ms Frizzle beamed. She set the book on the ground, open to the page showing the World Without Friction. She leapt aboard the bus with a cry of "Hit it, Liz!"

[[Let me know you're here somehow, in a convenient collapsey fashion.]]

Tyler tried to slide down the aisle of the bus and into a seat.

Greg, who still had a little blue paint along his hairline, flung himself onto the bus after Tyler and slid into a seat.

Pippi flounced onto the bus and bounced on her seat once she found one.

Chad really thinks that the bus could be a wee bit taller. He's quick to drop into a seat of he can stop stooping.

Jaye goes straight to the back of the bus. Not that she's doing anything bad, she just doesn't want people looking.

Edward dropped into an unoccupied seat.

Naomi found an unoccupied seat somewhere in the middle of the bus

Ranma sits down and somehow avoids Chad?

JD stared opened mouthed at the teacher and shook his head to make sure he wasn't seeing things. He wasn't.

He found himself a seat.

Liz hit it. The bus leapt into the air, spun rapidly, and shrunk, diving into the book. It came to rest on top of the text, at the edge of the illustration, which had become not a flat picture but a recessed baseball field. As the students file off, they'll find themselves wearing baseball uniforms in green or purple. Ms Frizzle's own uniform was both. She bounced off the bus and paused at the edge of the baseball diamond. "Come on, class! Time to take chances! Make mistakes! Get . . . frictionless!" And she carefully climbed down onto the field and skated away across the bases.

[[World without friction means you can bounce off the walls, off each other, you can't stop. Have fun!
Green team: JD, Ed, Gwynn, Luna, Blair, Ranma, Will
Purple team: Tyler, Molly, Pippi, Chad, Greg, Jaye, Naomi]]

Purple wasn't Tyler's color. He looke ddown at it in bemusement as he looked for members of his team.

Pippi loved all colors. Especially purple.

Unless she happened to be wearing some other color.

"Hi!" she said waving as she slid past. "Bye!"

Chad watched Pippi slid past before trying to hold up his uniform for better inspection, only to find himself unable to get a grip on it, fingers constantly slipping once he tries to establish a hold.

He grunted, gave up. "I can deal with purple," he commented idly as his team collected.

JD decided now was the perfect time to show off his moonwalk.

"Yeeeeow!" JD shouted as he slid by Pippi, decked out in green.

Thriller!

"Watch out for that tree!"

Edward was wearing a green uniform. He tugged at his shirt in surprise as he stepped off the bus. He tried to take another step and slide ingloriously across the field. "Oh, it was going to be one of THOSE days," he groaned as he bounced against one of the walls and contiuned sliding along on his butt.

Naomi loved the color purple and so she didn't mind her color designation. She slid past keeping an eyeout for her team members.

Ms Frizzle blew her whistle and the bus, which had been floating overhead looking now a lot like a blimb, extended grapplers which picked up each student and set them in their positions on the field, Purple team at bat. Ms Frizzle crouched behind third base. She blew her whistle again. "Play ball!"

[[For this, screw organisation or a coherent game. Someone throw a ball, someone catch it. Someone pitch a ball, someone hit it, someone try and run for it. Mod balls that haven't been hit yet, mod pitches that haven't been thrown, crazy go nuts! Remember: no friction. Every action has an equal and opposite reaction - if you hit a ball, you're more likely to start spinning than to make it go anywhere.]]

Pippi tossed a ball lightly.

Unfortunately, in a world without friction, the act of propelling the ball (even lightly) sends her sliding with equal force in the opposite direction.

"Ooops!"

Edward blinked, set at first base. He had a ball glove, now. It was seeming more and more that his thursday classes were the result of bad tacos the night before, so he shrugged and went with it. And when he caught a random ball flying in his direction, it sent him back against the wall and then into right field. "Not again," he groaned, but at least this time he was on his feet.

Ranma is really freaked out by this friction-less world. He can't walk right at all, so he's basically just trying to figure out how to get around.

After failing at several attempts to actually pick it up, Chad tried to throw a stray ball back to whoever his team pitcher was (it was hard to keep much straight at all, with everyone sliding and spinning and this and that), but found himself moving backwards as he lobbed the ball out. Chad threw pretty hard...so he moved back pretty quickly, too.

And right into Ranma. "Oops." But the hit didn't so much stop Chad as cause them to sort of ricochet off each other. "Sorry 'bout that, Ranma." He waved as he slid back, ducking to avoid a wild ball.

Ranma falls on his ass like a moron. "Yeah. No big deal." Except now he can't seem to plant his hands to help him stand back up. Shit.

Having a guy like Chad run into you in a friction-less world and all that happens is you fall on your ass? Not too bad. Chad snatched up a bat as he passed by a bunch of them, not without trouble, nearly slipping and falling flat on his face, with a flurry of long legs and big arms to find a balance. Picking up a bat without friction? Not easy. Thankfully, some of them were leaning against the fense; much easier to sweep than to grab. Once centred, he swung the bat a little, so he could drift back over toward Ranma. But the bat did go flying out of his hands in the other direction.

"I'd offer my hand to help," he said as he approached, "but I don't think it'd do any good."

"Like I said. No big deal..." He decided sitting was good for the moment.

Chad passed Ranma by again, but someone had hit a ball toward him, and, catching it, his course was set back toward Ranma, although at a different angle now. He clamped his fingers around the ball so that it couldn't escape, and he could throw it to come back around if he needed to. He was glad for his big hands at that moment; otherwise, he probably wouldn't have been able to capture.

"Should have your CD later tonight," he said idly as he passed again."Couldn't quite get it done yet; gotta pick up more discs, apparantly."

Oh yes. That. He blushes a little. Or a lot. "Uh don't worry about it if you can't finish in time. You can drop by my room and give them to me if you want... You can see Mizu too. I'm letting Teddy watch him this weekend..."

Chad threw the ball so he could slid back toward Ranma. Lightly. He was hoping maybe he'd loose a little momentum and actually stop. But momentum seemed to like him. "Cool. Which room? I'll stop by tonight."

Why is this conversation making him feel so nervous?! "4-421. I'll be there, I don't go out much..."

"Okay, I'll see you then."

Chad thinks that he's supposed to be on second base, but he's not sure. He figures it wouldn't hurt to check. So he tries swimming his arms in the air to change his course that direction. He looks quite ridiculous doing it, but he doesn't seem to notice.

JD decided he was going to catch the ball, which he did... and continued to move backwards with it. He somehow knew that this could not be very manly.

This is screwed up.

The score a clear and decisive tie, Ms Frizzle blew her whistle again. "Game called on account of school!" she called, and the blimp!bus collected the students from the frictionless field and set them back on the text of the page. The bus landed and became bus-shaped again and everyone climbed back aboard.

But before the bus could drive away, the book blew shut! The bus was trapped! Liz gunned the engine and the wheels spun, but the bus didn't move. The weight of the pages above them were creating too much friction! And Ms Frizzle doesn't seem inclined to do anything about it.

[[Problem solving time! The bus is stuck like this (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/rostand/msbball_trapped.jpg). The letters on both sides of the page detach, like blocks of wood. Which will help get the bus unstuck.]]

JD looked at the words detatching as blocks.

Weird, but cool.

"Uh, Ms. Frizzle? Could we try making a lever of some kind?

"That's a wonderful idea, JD!" Ms Frizzle crowed, clapping her hands together. "What did you have in mind?"

When the bus finished its spinning and growing, the bell was ringing from inside the school. The students are back in their normal clothes.

"Alright, class! See you next week!"

[[For your Frizzle-interaction needs!]]

*collapses* If you're interested, this lesson took up three handwritten pages in my notebook.

Did that all make sense? *nervous*

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NOES! Trapped!

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Free at last!

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