Building a Better Fighter [Week 1, Period 5]; Thursday 05/17

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As the students settled into the Danger Shop, which looked like a suburban street in Tokyo, Kenpachi and all his massiveness came in with a billowing of his tattered, frayed captain's robes and stood before them with his arms crossed over his barrel of a chest. His eye scanned over the group, and he sneered. Pathetic. Almost every single one of them. Some...could have potential, but that would be left to be seen.

( Truly Pathetic )

Crossing his arms over his chest, he waited for the first student to step up and take the challenge.



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Glitter [Thursday, third period]

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Out by the main campfire, there were a few tables set up, and a slim, nervous-looking brunette standing in front of them.

"Morning!" she said cheerfully. "If you want coffee, there's a ton, and I brought doughnuts? I hope that's okay with you guys. If you want me to bring different stuff next week, let me know."

She gripped her own coffee cup, and smiled. "Um, so hi. I'm Rory, and I know...most of you. And welcome to the workshop that has the really long name because I was in a creative mood when I submitted it, so we're just going to call it Glitter, okay? And this workshop is just going to be about making ordinary things more sparkly. Because sparkles are never a bad thing, right? Unless you get glitter in your hair. That stuff makes friends with your scalp or something and just never washes out, so be careful. "

She cleared her throat. "Um, so this is going to be pretty easy today. I want everyone to introduce yourselves, say your age and the grade you'll be in the fall, favorite color, and...favorite pizza topping. And then after that, I've got some shirts for you guys," she pointed to a table laden with glitter of all colors, glitter glue pens, puff paint, feathers, hot glue and all kinds of moddable goodies and a neat stack of white T-shirts. "You can do whatever you want to them, okay? Just be creative, and they're yours to keep."

"Right! So, introductions." She waved. "My name's Rory Gilmore, I'm eighteen and just graduated, so I'll be a freshman at Yale in the fall. Well, technically freshman with sophomore credits, but that's irrelevant. My favorite color is blue, and I like just about anything on my pizza, but pepperoni is my favorite."

She looked around, smiling. "Who wants to go next?"

[OCD coming up! Play away!]

Lunch - Thursday 5/17

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Guud murneeng stoodents! I hupe-a yuoo ell ere-a injuyeeng zee greet ooootduurs! Fresh eur, boogs, trees. Netoore-a is greet!

Tudey's Menoo:

-Mecurunee und Cheese-a

-Putetu Seled

-Seled

-S'Mures

History Of Witchcraft [Week 1 : Thursday, Period 4, Main Campfire]

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Phoebe was standing in front of a chair in front of other chairs that were pulled up around the campfire.

"Hey guys, welcome to History of Witchcraft," she said in a cheerful voice. "I'm Phoebe Halliwell and I'll be your so-called instructor for the next seven weeks. Calling me Phoebe is fine, please do not call me Miss Halliwell." She grinned and looked over at Tori. "Tori Hanson is your TA. Us being cheerful is to be expected as we are both graduates and Gremlin Cheerleaders!" She beamed. "Over the next few weeks we're going to cover some of the definitions of witchcraft, some of the most historical events pertaining to Witchcraft and anything else that we might decide is pertinent to the course."

She sat down and looked at the students.

"Okay, since this is the first workshop, it's going to be a pretty easy day. I want you to tell me who you are, what you hope to get out of this workshop, and what you think the definition of witchcraft is. Also, if there is anything in specific you would like me to teach or touch on in the workshop." She tilted her head. "And yes, before you ask, I do have sufficient knowledge and reason for teaching this workshop. I am a witch and have had to pick up quite a bit of knowledge and scars the hard way." Her eyes clouded for a moment, but then cleared up again. "I'm hoping that I can help you guys get some of this knowledge in a little bit easier of circumstances."




[[OOC: Please wait for the OCD is up. Have at it!]]

Luau, The Main Campfire, Friday evening

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Around dinner time on Friday, the main campfire was transformed. Leis and grass skirts were available to all. A pig was roasting kabobs. There was Hawaiian music playing from somewhere. There was also a limbo stick of doom. If you lost, you died.

Okay, that was just Drax's hope. He couldn't make it happen in reality. Woe.

[OOC: FRIDAY SPECIAL EVENTS BEGIN ANEW! Students, instructors, and townies are all welcome.

Also, I turned off notifications, zomg.]

Flight & Flying [Friday, May 18, 2nd period]

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Anakin stood in front of the door of the miraculously unscathed flight shed and waited for the workshop students to arrive, his hands tucked into the sleeves of his dark robes.

"Welcome," he said, giving them a nod. "I'm Master Skywalker, and I'll be your instructor for flight this session. I'm from a space-based culture, so my expertise is primarily in those sorts of aircraft, but we'll also be working with the way people fly on this planet. We'll begin with simulators and if you convince me of your attention to detail and your ability not to die in stupid ways, you'll eventually be allowed to fly the real things." He pointed at Aeryn with a small smile. "This is Aeryn Sun, and she'll be the TA for this workshop. Listen to her instructions and recommendations just as carefully as you do mine--she's one hell of a pilot."

( Oooh. Podracers. )