Stabbing People for Fun and Profit: Mercenary Work for Beginners, Monday, Period 4

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No bouncing today as he waited for students to arrive. Nope, not in the mood for that.

"Now, if you'll recall in the first class I asked when you'd draw the line for a job. Today I want a more detailed answer," Deadpool said with a manic grin. "I know it's easy to say now that 'Oh, I'd never do that!' or 'No amount of money is worth that!', but come on now. If you want to be a mercenary, why the hell would you set limits?"

He twirled a small stiletto dagger in his hand, tossing it up into the air on occasion to catch it and continue the twirling.

"I want you to get into groups of two or three and figure out a good limit for a professional mercenary. Who will they kill, rob or protect? Megalomaniacal super villains bent on destroying the world? Friends? Family? The occasional old couple who want some really annoying kid to stop stealing from their shop and are willing to pay way too much? Gimme answers folks!"

[[ooc: Please wait for the OCD is up!]]

Sex Ed the GOB Bluth Way #5, Monday, Period 3

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As the students signed in today, GOB gave some of them that is, the ones who OOCly volunteered a card with the following written on it:

Congratulations! You will be playing a prostitute for today's activity! Please think of how best to get convince people to pay you for sex.

One card had something else written on it, but we'll get to that later.

Once everyone was ready, GOB started talking. "Today's class is going to be about something near and dear to my heart and something that is completely acceptable if you have the money and don't have the time to create some sort of bond either through conversation or alcohol. Prostitution. It's legal here but in places that it's not there is one big problem with it. You might accidentally pick up a cop. If you pick up a cop, you go to jail because apparently that's what they do when you're 'a sex offender.' And that's why today's class is called..." GOB pulled the standard sheet off the standard dry erase board. ( Prostitution: How Not to Pick Up a Cop )

[OOC: The prostitutes will be Dick, Pam, Willow, and Zack. There are supplies for quickly made signs and ads and there are heels to wear to help you look whorish.

Right from the start we're probably near the line of NSFW so please don't push it too much. That said, have fun!]

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

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As the students gathered, they'd probably notice Vala studying a large piece of floor plan very intently. That it looked like the Natural Museum of History in Washington, DC was probably just a fluke. As was the glass cutter she kept playing with. She glanced up as the students approached and rolled up the blueprints quickly.

"Good afternoon, class. Now, assuming you've gotten your treasure, and either not gotten caught or talked your way out of your incarceration, you're going to want to sell this merchandise, and you're going to want to do it quickly. So, the first thing you're going to need is a resale artisan. They are the people with the connections to the market you're looking for--you may get a generalist, or you may get someone who specializes. What's important is that they have access to a large number of buyers without a lot of publicity. Trustworthiness is nice, but not essential."

"When establishing a relationship, you're going to need to provide authentication for whatever it is that you're trying to sell--to prove that you are who you say you are and that you acquired your item in a lawful manner, with the papers and receipts to prove it." She cleared her throat, "Unfortunately, however, sometimes these papers get misplaced and have to be produced on very short notice, without time to get a replacement from the proper authorities or selling agents. In which case, it becomes necessary, to, uh, recreate the documentation from memory. Yes. Which is what we'll be doing today."

"Over there," she pointed to some tables with various computers, printers, and art supplies, "are some very crude implements for creating documentation from scratch or for altering already existing documentation. I expect you to produce something to prove to me either that you are who you say you are or that you have rightful ownership of whatever it is you're selling me. Go to it!"

[OCD is up in a sec! Thanks to vkandis_son for the inspiration!]

Construction Site [Monday]

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Fraser's moderately distracted when the students arrive to the construction site this morning. He keeps glancing behind him and to both the left and right of him. That might have something to do with the fact that the last time he was here, he got bombed by the smelliest balloons one ever smelled.

And there would be revenge. Fraser hadn't quite figured out what to do but there would be revenge even if it meant hiring a skywriter to proclaim something undignified about Deadpool's hips.

"Good morning," Fraser greeted. "And we're back to work today. Progress is on schedule. Please take a hard hat, tool belt and goggles before starting work. If you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask."

With that, he smiled and continued looking around.

Lunch - Monday 6/11

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Guud murneeng stoodents! Mundey! A dey thet I lufe-a su mooch, boot a dey yuoo ell moost hete-a. Zee oone-a theeng ve-a moost deesegree-a oon.

Tudey's Menoo:

-BLT Sundveeches

-Culeslew

-Seled

-Browneees

Library [06/11]

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Sam was at the library bright and early to get everything set up for the day.

Firearms and You ...

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is here. Because I am an idiot today... *facepalm*