Lunch - Monday - 5/14

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The Chef looked positively giddy about working near the cabins. He loved the great outdoors. Das Schnitzel was the outdoors-y type too. She was in a corner whittling...something.

"Guud murneeng stoodents! I em su gled tu be-a beck et vurk! In zee ooootduurs! Veet noo stoodents!"

Tudey's Menoo:

-Cheeseboorgers

-French Freees

-Seled

-S'Mures

((For newbies: This is where you eat...lunch. Yep. Mingle, eat, emo. Whatever. The Chef is insane but luckily he's got his talking chicken, Das Schnitzel to balance out his crazyness with normality. If you ever want anything specific for lunch or want to play out a scene with the Chef e-mail me at heyjude2187@aol.com))
((Oh, and there will be s'mores for dessert until they are out of the cabins. Because the Chef likes making them))

Freelance Treasure Hunting, Monday, Period 5, Class #1

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As the students arrived, they would probably notice a woman clad in form-fitting black leather perched on a picnic table, swinging her feet as she waited for them to arrive. Some students, if they had met her, might be shocked at the woman's resemblance to Aeryn Sun.

Not that Vala knew the girl's last name, but that wasn't the point.

"Good afternoon, class. My name is Vala Mal Doran and I'll be your instructor for this class. As you know, this class will be about how to make your living as an interdimensional space pirate."

"Now, the first question you may have is why you would want to be an interdimensional space pirate, er, treasure hunter, in the first place. Clearly, you have much to learn if this is your question--because first, it's about fun. There's excitement, and danger, and your adrenaline rushes, and it's a wonderful feeling to know that you have done your best at every step of the process, and that the money you hold in your hand at the end of the day has been if not precisely honestly earned...well, you still have it in your hand, so it hasn't been used as bribes or bail money, and that's always a bonus."

"But enough about me," she said, getting up and wandering around, "I want to know about you--your names, where you're from, how long it takes to get there, the most convenient travel route, and any valuable or mythical objects that, if you were from your universe, you would attempt to appropriate and sell. Also, if you know of any pitfalls to obtaining these objects, either mystical or legal, please feel free to elaborate."

"Don't be shy," she coaxed, after a minute, "Who would like to go first?"

[ooc: Please wait for OCD is up!]

[daughter of ooc: Going to run errands for a few hours, will pick up pings when I get back.]

Firearms and You #1 (Monday Period 1)

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The Danger Shop was set up like an outdoor target range. Off to the side was a table set up with the sign-in sheet, several handouts, and an urn of coffee.

"Good morning," John greeted the class. "Welcome to Firearms and You. What you should come away from this workshop with is the knowledge of how to take care of and fire various types of guns and the confidence to know when, and more importantly when not to use them.

"You've picked up two handouts; the first one is a general overview of firearms, the history and different types, a number of which you'll have a chance to try out in this class. The second is about gun safety. I expect you all to read it and follow the rules it lists. Not doing so will have consequences ranging from detention to being asked to leave the range for the rest of that class -- or longer for repeated violations." John paused and looked around, trying to figure out which would be the ones most tempted to break the rules. "We're not dealing with toys here and I expect you all to treat the guns as the weapons they are.

"Now for this first session, I'd like to get to know you and what experience you already have. So we're going to go around and have each person give their name and, if you feel capable, step up to the range and demonstrate what you can do. The computer will provide whatever weapon you ask for." He paused. "'I don't have experience' is a perfectly acceptable response."

John looked around and smiled. "So who is going first?"

[ooc: wait for OCD's up. Have at it.]

Goth Eye for the Prep Guy - Tuesday Morning

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Abby was waiting for the class, wearing her usual goth attire and holding a black parasol. "Morning, guys! Welcome to a really twisted version of fashion class. You're going to learn the ins and outs of the best looking fashion trend to hit geeks and vampires. Or geeks who like to pretend to be vampires and vice versa."

She held up a stuffed rabbit that seemed to have very sharp pointy teeth. "This is Poindexter and he wants to be a goth. He's got a head start because he's already pale. For those of you who aren't pale, you're either going to need to start staying indoors or investing in some pasty makeup. Speaking of makeup, the next step in Poindexter's transformation is eyeliner. Lots and lots of eyeliner. All black of course. That goes for guys just as much as girls." As Abby talked, she took eyeliner and drew carefully around the rabbit's eyes.

"Next we move onto clothing and one word sums up the clothing for a true goth....black." Abby whipped out a wee pair of black trousers and a black top with buckles. "Some goths will tell you that you need lace or leather or velvet. But really, all you need is black. Lots and lots of black. Rule of thumb is to stand in front of a mirror and then turn off the lights. If you look like more than just a disembodied head, you need more black. Also, this top has buckles. Goths like buckles. I'm not really sure why...maybe we have some psychological attachment to the pilgrims or something."

"Last but not least....accessories!" Abby fastened an ankh necklace around Poindexter's neck and a studded bracelet around his front paw. Grabbing a pair of tiny platform boots, she started wiggling them onto his back paws. "As you can see, the bigger the boot, the better. In fact, all your shoes should be tall and clunky. Between the shoes, the jewelry, the buckles and the obvious pain of existence; the only quiet thing about a goth should be their clothing color choices."

"Now, lets see how well you all were listening." Abby said and pointed to a box decorated with a pink polo shirt with a red X through it. "Get rid of all your non-goth clothes here. That's right, dump in your pastels and your chinos and your sneakers. Make a new outfit from the supplies on the table."

[Plz to be waiting for OCD OCD up! Play!]

Arts & Crafts, Tuesday Afternoon, Main Campfire

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As the campers arrived, they would find a tall, athletic blond man in a polo shirt and khakis presiding over picnic tables covered with crafting supplies.

"Good afternoon, everyone," Steve began. "I'm Mr. Rogers--no, not that Mr. Rogers, the other Mr. Rogers--and I'll be in charge of this workshop. We're going to have a lot of fun I hope.

"So, to get started, this week we're going to make gremlins." Steve was oblivious to any horrified twitching this comment might have engendered among his students. He was really new at this. "All the necessary supplies and instruction sheets are already on the table, so...get to it. You can work together if you want to, but please remember the glue and paint are for your projects, not each other. I'll be right over here out of the line of fire if you need any help or have any questions."