fandomhigh | Keeping Your Wits About You... [Monday 2nd Period 10-11] Class # 6 Danger Room!

Sometime over the hectic weekend the students had been ~~handwavey~~ instructed to come to the Danger Room on Monday. Set up in a sort of 'waiting room' there was a spread of classic English tea sandwiches laid out today along with the usual coffee, tea and water.

Wilson was looking a bit amused as he sat in an overstuffed chair and sipped on his coffee.

As soon as everyone had gathered into the Danger Room, Wilson stood up and walked towards an unassuming little door.

"Good morning."

"I hope everybody had a wonderful Homecoming, it seemed to be a lovely weekend and I know I had a good time saying hello to some old friends."

Crossing his arms and his ankles, he grinned at the class.

"Well, today we have a guest speaker, sort of. Actually he's going to be a guest Adversary for you all. Today's lesson is about how you handle a situation when you know you're going to lose the battle but you need to win the war. Only not with a real war or battle mind you, because that would be mean."

Reaching over for his coffee, he took a sip and then set it back down.

"One by one, you'll go through that door, sit down and engage the Adversary in a game of checkers. Now, were you to win the game of checkers, you would get a rather important bit of information without hassle. However, since that's not the object of the exercise, I'll tell you now that actually winning the game of checkers is about one million to one odds against you. So, how else can you come up with to get the information you will want from this man? Uh and let me say right here and now, I do not suggest or encourage or even condone a violent approach. This is about your wits, not the size of your fists."

Grinning at the class, Wilson reached for a clipboard.

"Okay, you'll go in as I read off your names. Oh! I almost forgot. The bit of information. The Adversary knows the essay question that makes up your Midterm. Yes, your Midterm will be one, very detailed essay question. If you get the question from him, you'll have a leg up on know what you need to study and being able to start early on the particular points you want to put in your essay to help get the best grade possible with the least amount of stress to you. So, good luck."

With that, he began to read off the list of names.

[ooc: ~~Please wait for~~ The OCDs are up and ready to go! Just to clarify, no violence guys just crafty witty type witting. Have fun! :D]

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Hmmm that almost sounded like Isabel was interested in him. Chris frowned a little. "That didn't manage to come up in our conversation," he said. "We were discussing magic."

"Glitter and cooking are just different forms of magic if you ask me," Isabel replied, pretty sure she knew what he was thinking. As if she'd be this casual if Parker had slept with a guy she was interested in.

Too bad Chris didn't realize that Parker and Ronan had hooked up. "What is the fascination with glitter around here, anyway?"

"It's pretty. And it accentuates various attributes," Isabel grinned, glad for the distraction. "Particularly when paired with shirtlessness." And wow, that image from the roof party was certainly very nice...

Well now Chris was imagining Isabel and Parker shirtless and glittery... that was pretty, but probably very VERY bad.

He shook his head. "Interesting."

A smile and a nod, still thinking about that mental image. "That's one word for it."

Ahem...

"So Ronan, yes. Nice guy, good cook, and according to Parker, very, very, very good at certain other skills." The snicker and smug look on Parker's behalf, should make what those other skills are, rather obvious.

Chris stared at Isabel for a moment as his brain started making the connections. "Parker and Ronan...?"

Gee it was nice to be talking about other people for a change. "Yup. After the dance. I'm not sure who has better taste. But apparently an enjoyable time was had by all."

"I SO did not need that mental image, thank you," Chris said, hiding his face.

"Then my work here is done," she grinned.

Chris shook his head. "Parker is determined to break my brain."

Isabel shrugged, "She needs to entertain herself somehow."

"Yeah, I guess," Chris said, chuckling softly.

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