Screen Acting, Thursday Afternoon

[actingreaper]

Daisy was quite unhappy with being doomed to teach. At least the school seemed to have a decent budget for it. She perched on the edge of a table at the front of the class with a glass of water, an arrangement of handheld cameras, tripods, boom mikes, and other sorts of film things behind her.

( Right. Let's get this going, shall we? )

[ooc: wait for it, OCD is up. If you want interaction from Daisy, it'd be best to ping in the evenings Eastern time, though I'll try to catch anything any time.]

Sexual Education [07/13] - Thursday Afternoon

[lesssexthanmiho.livejournal.com]

"Hi," Becky said, eyeing her class as they arrived at the campfire. There were tables scattered about - about large enough for two people to work together at one. "This is Sex Ed. I'm Becky. 'Ms. Vartan' will get you detention. 'Mrs. Bluth' or any variation thereof will get you shot."

( Anyway. Here is where we learn about those things between your legs, and how to use them )

[ooc: First of all, wait for my OCD threads. OCD is up! I lied, I know I missed at least one person. Secondly, needless to say, this workshop might not be the safest for work. :)

Note on the balloons: they're...to scale. Average size you would expect. And they're filled with enough whipped cream that they're soft but taut enough that they won't, um, lose shape, so to speak. Feel free to mod them as necessary, but keep that pinprick in mind!]

Lunch, Thursday

[http://users.livejournal.com/swedish_chef_/]

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FH Library, 7/13

[chasingangela]

Angela was still thrilled to be back at school -- including back at work. She did a quick tour of the library, humming a little, pleased to be certain that nothing had been blown up. Then she went to organize the magazines, picked out the most recent Vanity Fair, and settled behind the desk.

It was a little odd not to have even a nominal boss, but Angela figured she could deal.

[OOC: Summer = no OCD.]

Monologuing, Dialoguing, and Out-Quipping the Bad Guy, Workshop #1, Main Campfire (Thursday morning)

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

Ivanova was sitting very calmly on one of the picnic tables, her feet on the bench and her elbows on her knees. Serene, almost. She hadn't been nervously pacing her alcove last night, nope. Or checked and rechecked the rudimentary lesson plan she had written, rewritten, ripped up, and then taped back together. In fact, Ivanova looked completely in her element without a trace of nerves.

( 'So,' she begins matter-of-factly . . . )

Finally she stood, her back cracking a little as she straightened. "And that's all I have to say today. Your homework for this week - watch as I abuse my power - is to make at least one dramatic entrance. With or without flashy theatrics, your choice."

[[OCD coming up. See here for availability and why it's late. Apologies!]]

Constant Vigilance #1: Friday the 14th, Morning. A Classroom.

[nine-and-ears.livejournal.com]

The classroom was laid out much like your average classroom. The student desks had been placed in a circle, stemming from the larger wooden desk on the end near the dry erase board. The Doctor was sitting on the edge of that desk, a piece of fruit in each hand. One was obviously an orange, the other a pomegranate.

The Doctor smiled and gestured towards the desks whenever anyone walked in. Short greetings of "Hello" and "Don't be afraid to talk amongst yourselves" accompanied that. Once everyone had arrived and got themselves situated, the doctor set down his fruit, rolled his legs over as to end up standing behind the wooden desk, and grinned.

( The lesson, plus the rest, is contained within this cut, to save thy f-list )

[ooc: All ready to go. Note about the assignment: The Doctor will be adapting some of these worst fears into the very special final class, assuming they fit into the model I'm working on. If I -do- believe yours will fit (which I won't know until next week, when they are handed in), I'll contact you to make doubly sure you're okay with having a possible confrontation with that. And other than that... huzzah! The first class, yay! Up early in case I accidently sleep in. I'll be around a wee bit tonight, and almost all of tommorow!]

Wilderness Survival Redux (Week One) | A Clearing in the Woods, Thursday Morning

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Callisto did not look happy as she waited for the the class finish coming into the clearing.

"First things first. Those stories you've been hearing on the rado about shoe stealing? True." She held up a large box. "At the start of each class you will take off your shoes and put them in this box. You will get them back at the end of class, if I believe that you have paid sufficient attention in class. Otherwise I get to keep them for the week. After you've done that I want you to introduce yourself to the class and say why you decided to take this workshop."

( Why Footprints the Size of Your Head Are Bad )

[ooc: wait for the ooc threads They're up! Post away.]