Archery Workshop #2, 5/30, Danger Shop, Afternoon

[deadly_little]

The Danger Shop is set up like an outdoor archery field this week, with fifteen targets, fifteen bows, and fifteen quivers of arrows. The arrows, the students will find, are tipped with suction cups. Off to one side is Miho, lounging in a lawn chair with an umbrella. On the table next to it is the sign-in sheet. An incongruous freestanding blackboard is set up next to her, with the words Beginning Archery. Shoot the targets. Leave when you are done. written on it.

Miho gets up, takes up her own bow and a suction cup arrow, and demonstrates for the class by shooting at the first target in the line. Bullseye. Then she returns to her seat, picks up her glass of lemonade, and watches for any errors in form she'll need to correct.

First Aid, 5/30, Session 2

[blonde-doctor.livejournal.com]

Elliot waited for the class to assemble and then began her lesson. A variety of handouts described the conditions she named.

"Hey. You guys did great in a tough situation last week. I was really impressed by the emergency management skills you showed."

"This week, we're getting into the nitty-gritty of emergencies affecting the respiratory system, which is how you breathe. ( She continued her lecture. )

"That's it, guys. Go for it."

[OOC: OCD's up. Pretend I used the introductions thread instead of sign-in on purpose. We have 15 people in this class -- if anyone is hanging on the rescue breathing as of tomorrow morning, they'll get to work with either Elliot or one of the multipliers. Also? If your character has a truly major problem with the rescue breathing exercise, please let me know in the OOC thread.]

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Writing Workshop - 5/30 - Journalism Classroom - Tuesday Morning

[mycanonhatesme]

Chloe was grinning as everyone came into the classroom, looking as though she'd had a very good weekend.

"Hey everyone! Welcome back. I'm glad to see you all survived the first week, and decided to come back." She may have given Cameron and Janet a special smile there. "So, last week we talked about writing biographies. This week, we're going to be flipping a bit and talking about obituaries. Sadly, everyone has to die someday - at least, they do where I come from."

"What I want you to do today is write an obituary, either for yourself, or for someone else." Chloe smirked. "Feel free to write about someone who you wish was dead, because I certainly won't hold that against you."

Documentaries 101 (Workshop #2) - A/V Room, Tuesday Morning

[silent-robert.livejournal.com]

Silent Bob is doing something complicated-looking with wires and a sautering iron while Jay stays a very safe distance away. He puts this all away when people arrive, beaming around at everyone with his usual good cheer.

Jay looks disgusted. And a little sullen as he lurks at the back of the classroom with his arms folded and not even trying to see down shirts or up skirts.

( Purpose )

( Topic Selection )

He turned back to the class and held up a topic sign-up sheet before putting it on the table and making the internationally recognised sign for 'Talk amongst yourselves'.

[[Please to be waiting for OCD. OCD away! I'll be gone most of the day, but I'll pick up pings when I can.]]

Scoobying Workshop #2, Afternoon 5/30/2006 (Main Campfire)

[soldtoarmenians]

[Roster]

There are drinks set out on a folding table near the unlit campfire, and a couple of baskets filled with apples, oranges, and bananas, because sometimes you have to balance out all the doughnuts/twinkies/s'mores, after all. There's also a cardboard box at each end of the table, as yet unopened. Xander is standing in front of the table handing out cups.

"You'll probably each want something to drink, because I'm gonna make you talk, and some of you might be the type to get dry throats when you do this kind of talking.

( Sadly not as naughty as you're thinking. )

___

[OPEN! Take your shoes off; set a spell.]

Campfire Stories & Songs #2, 5/30/06, Main Campfire, Evening

[wyld-stallyn.livejournal.com]

( Story-Telling Schedule and OOC Note )

"Hey dudes, welcome to this week's workshop! I'll get us started, and then it's Spooky Dude's turn to tell a story this week."

Ted cleared his throat and began to tell his story. "Once upon a time, there was a girl named Doritathy. She was blonde and British and had curly hair and weird glasses. Anyway, she had a dog named...uh, Johnoto that she loved like whoa..."

( Wizard of Oz: Fandom Style )