The Danger Shop was set up today to look like a
chamber in a Chinese palace, which left Janice looking ridiculously out of place (well, more so than usual) in her leather jacket, fedora, and khakis.
Not that this stopped her from sitting cross-legged in the center of the low table, a large book in her lap. Inexplicably, a
pile of
stone rabbits was on the floor in front of her.
"We're going pretty far east today," she told the class once they'd all arrived. "To China, that is, in case you couldn't tell."
Tapping the book in her lap, she held it up. "Some of you may have heard of the
Tao Te Ching. You may be under the impression that it was written by
Lao Tzu. You'd be wrong; it was actually
written by his wife, Lao Ma. Lao Tzu himself, a vicious tyrant, was too ill, and his wife ruled in his name. She also wrote this book under his name to save his reputation. What does this have to do with this class?
( 'Hang on, I'm getting to that.' )[OOC: Class Info Post. Class open for play throughout the weekend, as always. OCD is up. Have at!]