History in Action, Wednesday, 3rd Period

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Students entered this time, struck immediately by the weight of the air, heavy with humidity. The sky above them was bright blue -- almost like an ocean -- and wide-bladed green leaves stretched toward a rolling horizon; soft green moss padded each footstep. In the distance, over the far mountains, a storm could be seen, the thunder echoing in the silence.

Following the footpath, they climbed to the peak of a hill. It was there that they found their professor. She stood silently, her eyes tracing the horizon. As they looked over that same horizon, however, a flash of light could be seen...followed in quick succession by another...and another. Thousands of people in the city below scrambled for cover; the high-pitched roar of machinery began to be heard, though the cause was not immediately evident.

( Her eyes did not move from the confusion below... )

[A little reserved tonight, as I didn't get all the research done I wanted to. So, it'll be saved for next week. Please feel free to ask questions about the significance, how it all started, etc. I'll be available to pick up pings tomorrow afternoon.

OCD threads coming are up! And it always said tribes. Really. ::handwave::]

Lunch - Wednesday 6/6

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Guud murneeng stoodents! Yuoo ere-a helffvey thruoogh zee veek! Su dry up thuse-a teers. Freedey is in zee hureezun.

Tudey's Menoo:

-Peezza

-Mecurunee und Cheese-a

-Seled

-Epple-a Pie-a

Interdisciplinary Studies or whatever, Class 4, Wednesday, Period 5

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Today's class was held in the Danger Room. Squall had emailed the students, but the email went out late, so the chalkboard was up by the main campfire with "INTER~ S. MEET IN DANGER RM" scrawled on it.

As the class entered, they'd find the Danger Room set up to look like... The campground, next to the gym. Oooh. How special.

Squall was leaning nonchalantly against the outside of the gym, picking at his teeth, with his gunblade speared into the ground next to him. He looked... More than usual. More alert, more alive, stronger, faster... He's normally pretty bad-ass, but he was a whole order of magnitude more awesome today.

Not that that improved his personality at all.


( It's time for self-defense! )

[Wait for OCD! OCD up... enjoy!]

[ETA: Mun is at work, and apologizes; meant to be here for this class to take pings, and couldn't. Am updating for him.

1) No weapons beforehand, sorry. But there's a moddable copy of the weapons locker in the corner. If your char would think to grab a weapon while he's talking to the other group - or would run for one once the surprise appears - take anything you like.

2) Lightning in Final Fantasy is magical and not physical, so don't worry (OOC) about metal weapons conducting. Feel free to worry IC, if you like. :)

3) Physical attacks and normal weapons can totally hurt it, yes. Lightning-based magic, if anybody has any, will actually heal it, and water-based magic will be especially harmful. [Speaking of water magic, the mun would like to point to the ETA note from last week. Not that it's required in any way to take the beastie down, but if you would have thought to bring it along and try it out? Have at.]

How to Annoy Your Teachers (And Not Get Turned Into Animals) [Week 4, Period 2]

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When the students wander up to the main campfire today, they'll notice two very large boxes and several bunches of pink and blue balloons. For now, John ignores those.

"Welcome back," he said, "and I hope you're all enjoying being back in the dorms. Nice to have walls and doors again, isn't it?"

( And now that the small talk is over... )

"And don't forget to turn in your homework if you took on a different persona last week," John reminded them.

[OOC: Homework can be handwavily done, as always. Today's homework assignment has been approved by both Zoe and Aly. Thank you kindly to the both of them. As always, tell the teachers John sent you and you won't get in trouble. Teachers? John is around here to be threatened, yelled at or chased in the appropriate thread. Have fun!]

Women and Gender Studies, 6/6/07

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Maddie clapped her hands to get everyone's attention at the start of class. "Hello! Everybody! Students, students, your attention, students!"

It was entirely possible the students were paying attention already, in fact. But Maddie liked clapping and calling for attention.

"Okay then, is everybody here? Did Holly and Molly scare everyone off last week?" She burst into giggles. "Oh, darlings, I know they're weird, but you've got to love their enthusiasm. And we've seen weirder, trust me,"

"We have," agreed Syvvie.

"But that's neither there nor over further over there. I hope you all had a great week and moved safely back into your dorms. . . . Today, we're going to do a little bit of imaginationing. Get yourselves loosened up for some role-play we might do later. That's right."

"That's right. What we want you to do today is to imagine what your life might've been like if you'd been born of a different gender."

"If you're a boy if you'd've been a girl, if you're a girl if you'd've been a boy--don't tell me men or women, Syvvie, I don't have time, today."

"I wasn't going to say anything."

"Sure you were. Anyway. Pair up, you know, like you usually do, or you can work in bigger groups if you'd like, but I want you all to draw a picture of what you might've looked like as the opposite gender, and tell a little story of what your life might have been like. Get creative! Would you have been a sports star? A cheerleader? A band geek? What? Go ahead now, get talking!"

[ooc: Yeah, I know, kind of lame, but I didn't get a chance to post it last night so I'm typing off the top of my head from work, today. OCD is on its way]

Construction Site: Wednesday, 6/6

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Today, the guys from NPC Construction have a large crane - yeah, that must've been a sight coming across the causeway - set up, working on some of the collapsed upper levels.

"If I didn't mention stay away from the big equipment before?" Xander says. "Which I did? This would be me mentioning it today. If you're not invulnerable or already dead, getting hit in the head with a wrecking-ball doesn't make for the best work-day. And even if you are, it packs a pretty big headache. Which can actually be useful if you're fighting an invulnerable demon or say, a hellgod? But we're not. So. Stick to the safety areas."

[OOC: Open!]