Lunch - Thursday 6/14

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Guud murneeng stoodents! I hupe-a it's a guud murneeng. Yuoo knoo vhet vuoold be-a a bed murneeng? Vekeeng up veethuoot a peenky tue-a. It's heppened tu Des Schneetzel beffure-a. Boot she-a fuoond it later.

Tudey's Menoo:

-Hem und Cheese-a Sundveeches

-Putetu Cheeps

-Seled

-Peunoot Bootter Cuukeees

History Of Witchcraft [Week 5 : Thursday, Period 4, Main Campfire]

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When the students showed up to the class, there was a table with drinks and snacks and Phoebe was looking more cheerful than she had last week. After everyone had signed in and gotten whatever refreshments they chose, she smiled at them.

"Okay, the last two classes have been pretty serious in subject matter. Unfortunately, the reality of history tends to be more with the ugly and the depressing than with the happy and the shiny. They say that history is written by the victors, but in the history of witchcraft, there have been losers on both sides. The problem is, it was sometimes hard to tell which were friends and which were enemies. A warlock could betray a witch just as easily as a parishioner could betray a priest. There were never any really clear lines between your friends and enemies... and the lines between good and evil are not always black and white. Sometimes, the lines are gray. Sometimes, the lines don't exist at all." Phoebe paused, taking a drink from her cup. "My point is, just because someone is supposedly on your side or just like you, it doesn't make them your friend. Likewise, if someone is on the opposite side of a conflict, it doesn't make them your enemy. Things change. People change."

She smiled. "Okay, for today, we're going to do something different. Throughout the ages, in stories, film and television, there have been several portrayals of witches. I want each of you to pick one that was called a hero, and one that was called a villain. I want you to tell us who they are, and then I want you to tell us why the hero wasn't neccesarily the good guy, and why the villain wasn't really the evil character."


[[OOC: Short class due to the fact that work killed my brain yesterday and am ill today because of it.]]

Library [06/14]

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Bridge heads over to the library early to get it ready for opening before he has to go to his workshop.

Glitter [Thursday, third period]

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Today, Rory was having the class meet in a rather unusual place: outside room 213.

"Hey, everyone," she said, waving. "Welcome to my humble abode. We're a small enough class, and I've fit more people in here -- not dirty -- so we should be okay to all work in here. You're going to decorate my dorm room!"

Because this totally couldn't go wrong.

"My dog is sleeping in the bathroom, so he shouldn't bother anyone," she explained, opening the door to reveal a standard dorm room setup of desk, chair, bed and nightstand. At least, that's what one could figure was under the dropcloths. "We have glitter, paint, stencils, glitter-glue...oh, and I have things for you guys to wear over your clothes so nothing gets messed up."

"So everyone pick an area -- wall, or like...windowsill or ceiling or whatever -- and decorate it. I don't want to see anyone wasting paint or messing up my room for the hell of it, okay? Try to work like I hired you guys to actually design. I want you all to get the hang of this, because next week is our final, and I want you all to be ready for it."

[ocd a'coming is up, huzzah]

Construction Site: Thursday 6/14, all day

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Tools and safety gear are set out in the work area as usual. No new hardhats today, though the pink one, the flaming one, and the Galaxy Quest one are still around. (That last one's on Xander's head, though.) Also still present is the disturbingly vivid worker-safety poster.

[OOC: Ooooopen!]

Building a Better Fighter [Week 5, Period 5]; Thursday 06/14

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Once the students were all in the Danger Shop, Yachiru burst forward into the room. The students would be aware of her approach well before she came in; in her arms, training behind her, practically wrapped all around her, were ribbons, lined with little round bells and she seemed very happy to have them, laughing and circling them excitedly, tossing to some of the students their own ribbon of bells. The others, she handed strips of cloth that looked like blindfolds. There were more than enough, so she had spares, and kept circling them and ringing them and giggling.

Until Kenpachi stepped in. Soundlessly. Even if the sounds of Yachiru's bells hadn't covered up everything else, you wouldn't have heard him. Yachiru stopped abruptly. As Kenpachi turned to face the students, there was only a faint tinkling left. It was hard to tell if it was just the echo of the ones Yachiru held, or the slight sound of the ones tied at the end of the spikes in his hair.

( Can you hear? )

"I'll be around, as always, for questions or critiques, should you want them. Possibly if you don't."

[[ OCD on the way is here! Sorry things didn't pan out as on the syllabus. I'm a procrastinator and suck. woe. Please let me know if I was stupid and forgot someone on the list. it happens. ]]

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

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"I'm pleasantly surprised," Ares said, as the class met up in the Dangershop. "Not only many of you recognise the danger your hostage presented, but some of you suggested quite intelligent methods of dealing with his offer. Which brings us to our next role-play scenario. Making alliances."

"Having made enemies of the growing empire your hostage came from, you have decided that, having little ability to stand on your own against the combined forces of an empire, to start making alliances with various powers in and around your area. Warlords, kings, the random tribe of Amazons. However, given that you do only represent a small village, you may find your potential allies attempting to screw you over. Presenting a good show of confidence when dealing with them is one way to prevent this."

"Today I want you first to discuss various negotiating strategies you might use to appear to be coming from a place of strength, then to try them out on various potential allies. Good luck."

[ooc: OCD threads coming up!

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Flight & Flying [Friday, second period]

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Anakin didn't apologize for his behavior, you know, ever.

But he was noticeably more calm than he'd been the week before as the class met in the Danger Shop like he'd totally emailed them about, really.

"Today we're going to try something a little different," he said quietly, pointing to two motorcycle-esque machines hovering before him. "This is a swoop bike," he said, pointing to one, "and the one on the left is a speeder bike, the slightly newer model, which is also equipped with a laser cannon. Don't use the laser cannon, please. Both fly like the motorcycles of your world drive, but can get up to 400 kilometers an hour. That being said, you will be wearing helmets --" fortunately for the class, much more attractive than the Nubian ones from the previous week, "--and there are two different scenarios based on your level of skill. One is a desert planet with nothing to hit. The second is a forest moon with trees hundreds of meters tall."

He gave Luke a small smile. "Please don't hit a tree and explode. There'd be paperwork. Next week, we'll be meeting at my shuttle and doing some actual space flight. If you hurt my ship, I'll be unhappy. If you demonstrate today you don't have the maturity to fly responsibly, you won't be asked to come along." He stared hard at each student. "Questions?"