Building a Better Fighter [Week 4, Period 5]; Thursday 06/07

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Heyyyy, Kenpachi wasn't looking nearly as battered and bandaged up as he usually did when he came lumbering into the Danger Shop. He, however, did not see this is a good thing. HAnds behind his back, Yachiru on his shoulder, he paced in front of the students as he talked.

( Weapons; Nothing More than a Tool, like a Fork, a Wrench, a Pulley... )

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Lunch - Thursday 6/7

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

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Phoebe was leaning against a tree when the group showed up at the main campfire in the campgrounds as per usual. There were handouts and a selection of snacks from J GOB.

"Okay, so last week we talked about the early beginnings of what was called The Burning Times and the way that two entire groups of people were wiped out for not conforming or bowing to those in power. I honestly wish that had been the end of it... or the worst of it."

( Early Modern Europe )

"Okay, so today, we're going to pretend that we're one of the groups who have been loudly protesting the witch hunts and executions. One of our beloved leaders has been taken and found guilty of witchcraft. She is to be executed. We need to decide what to do. Are we going to try to help her? How? Or are we going to stay quiet and safe?"

Construction Site [Thursday]

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Fraser's back at the construction site this morning and he is one hundred percent clean of cake. At least, he hoped he was. Having cake shoved in your ears and then thrown and smashed on you proved harder to clean than Fraser originally thought it would.

Every so often, he's rubbing his ears, just making sure.

"Good morning," he greeted the arriving workers. "I hope everyone's week is going well and that you've all come ready to work hard this morning. It's going to be a hot one so please drink plenty of water and take breaks in the shade as needed. If you have any questions, don't hesitate to come and find me."

With that, he gestured at the goggles, tool belts and hard hats (pink for Conner) and then went to work.

Glitter [June 7th, third period]

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Rory had sent an utterly and undeniably handwavey email to her students, telling them to meet her in the Danger Shop.

"Hey, guys!" she greeted, waving them in. Today the Shop was completely, stark white -- the walls, the floors, the ceiling. Huge buckets of paint in every color, as well as brushes. And, naturally, their usual array of art supplies.

"So today we're going to have a little contest. I want you to split up into pairs, grab a portion of the wall, and decorate like the wind! The people who do what I judge as the best job get a prize. You can use anything you want, but I'd recommend starting with paint since that way things'll stick."

[OCD coming up!]

Self Confidence the Ares Way, [Thursday, Period 2]

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"So," Ares said, after the class had arrived at the main campfire. "Last week, you all decided that the best thing to do after being banished from your village was to raise an army to create a kind of bufferzone to prevent your village being attacked again." Which they hadn't, exactly, but Ares wasn't going to let that stop him.

"Now, after you've got the hang of this whole leading an army thing, you find you're quite successful at it, and in short order are building up a decent reputation. One day, while doing your thing, your men capture a prisoner, a minor general of a smallish empire, who says you can fetch a handsome ransom for him. What do you do? Do you get him go? Do you ransom him, kill him?"

"Now, assuming you decide to ransom him, which being the intrepid young warriors you are, I am, you obviously don't treat him shabbily, after all, there's a meal ticket riding on it, and hey, this guy is rather charming, so you two get along...well, given our classroom setting, let's just leave it as getting along rather well. Now, before you let him go, your hostage proposes you meet up in a couple of days and start a new alliance. Again what do you do? Why?"

"However, once you meet up with your new 'ally' again, it turns out that it all was a bit of a trap and you get crucified. Whoops. Luckily for you, you get freed from the cross by a 'good friend', and taken to a healer to do something about that whole shattered lower legs thing you've got going for you, but not before your friend gets skewered by a couple of arrows and dies."

"Discuss the most self-empowering way you can think of to deal with this betrayal, and your loss of both your friend and the use of your legs for the foreseeable future."

[ooc: OCD threads coming up!

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