Sex Ed the GOB Bluth Way #7, Monday, Period 3

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"Well, this is our last class together. I just want to thank you for not being as terrible to deal with as I thought you were going to be after the first couple weeks. You've all proven that you have at least some idea of what you're doing with this whole sex thing, even if it's just a basic 'this goes here, start humping' thing. After these past several weeks, I'm confident that if all of you try hard enough, you'll be able to bone anyone you want. Remember, booze is your friend if you're out-matched."

"And that leads me to this week's lesson. Sure, the lead-in and the actual act is important, but you can't forget what comes after that: the morning after. In some ways, this is the most important part of sex because it can set the stage for whether or not you're going to get anything else from the person you woke up next to, whether you want to or not. That's why I call this lesson ( The Morning After: Escaping With Dignity and/or Your Pants )

[OOC: It's been a ton of fun, thanks!

There is no limit on how many pairs can participate in any given scenario.]

Lunch Monday 6/25

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Guud murneeng stoodents! I'm effreeed yuoo'll hefe-a tu du veethuoot me-a must ooff thees veek. I'll be-a gueeng hume-a tu perty veet my freeends. I'm soore-a zeey ere-a su ixceeted ebuoot my fuud!

Tudey's Menoo:

-Meetlueff

-Meshed Putetues

-Seled

-Coopcekes

Construction Site [Monday]

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It's Monday and that means a new week of construction has begun. The school almost looks something like a school now and Fraser's very pleased to see that. Fraser's sporting a new hard hat because he liked that it matched his uniform.

"Good morning," he greeted as the students arrived. "Please equip yourselves with your hard hats, safety goggles and tool belts. Thank you for all your hard work thus far. The school almost looks like it was once a school now instead of a flaming pile of alien destruction."

Add that to the lists of things Fraser never thought he'd utter.

"Let's get to work and, should the need arise, come find me if you have a question."

Freelance Treasure Hunting, Monday, Period 5, Class #7

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"Good afternoon," Vala greeted the students as they entered the Danger Room Shop, sitting on the console next to what could be considered a basket for tribute. Just because she was no longer a warlord is no reason not to accept gifts if they were willingly offered. "Welcome to our last class session together. Which by no means you shouldn't still stop by my...well, I don't quite have an office, but if you need me for something, leave a note at the radio station or on my voice mail, and I'll get back to you."

Surrounding Vala were a number of assorted vehicles, from bicycles to motorcycles to flashy sports cars to rickshaws and old pickup trucks and non-descript sedans. For the more futuristically inclined, there were also a number of swoop bikes and speeders, as well as other flying devices. No large ships, though.

"Today, we'll be discussing how to make a getaway. Often, when you're planning a heist treasure hunting expedition, you'll need to do some research before the event, as well as traveling in preparation and during the expedition. You'll need to be as inconspicuous as possible, of course, so you'll want to choose a vehicle that blends in with both who you've decided to be and with the area you're researching."

"However, you also want to be sure that your vehicle can get you away from wherever you are, again as inconspicuously as possible, but also quickly. Obviously, these things do not always go smoothly or predictably, and you'll want to be able to get away if at all possible. Things to consider include conspicuousness, available fuel, and maneuverability, and whether or not it's large enough to carry the treasure you're finding. Today, you'll be telling me which vehicle you would choose and why, then drive your chosen vehicle around an obstacle course--if you choose to have someone with you as your driver, make sure it's someone you trust implicitly."

She cleared her throat. "Anyway, I just wanted to thank you for being a wonderful class and I wish you good luck." She paused. "And a cut of any proceeds."

[ooc: OCD coming is up! And this was always in the right place!]

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

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There was a more subdued happy bounce over teaching teenagers how to be mercenaries today. It was the last class period after all. That might explain the large selection of pastries laid out for the consumption of the students. When they all arrived, Deadpool started his lecture.

"I hope you all had fun on the trip and finally got all that paint off. And also? Two thumbs up for excellent paint fighting skills!"This was, of course, accompanied by the mentioned gesture. "Today is a sad day, however, as it is the last day of this class. Yes, yes, I know. Tears and rending of garments all around. But don't worry kids, you'll find a way to move on with your lives. And maybe, just maybe, you'll be able to use these skills for important things."

Pause.

"Like hiding embarrassing things in your friends apartment so they won't find them until an inopportune moment. Which I haven't at all and you can't say I did!"

Oh yes, there was something shifty going on there, but then again, when wasn't there something shifty with Deadpool?

He grinned at them, bouncing a little again. "I'm going to miss this class! I hope to see you all again in the fall! Enjoy the food!"

[[Bleh! OCD! Wait! And have at it!]]

Library [06/25]

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In an amazing turn of events, Sam was still in a good mood from the weekend when he went to open the library.

Firearms and You #7, (Monday period 1)

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They were back in the Danger Shop for this last class. There was no target range set up this time -- instead there was a number of firearms on a table as well as a table and chair for each student.

"So you've had a chance to try out a variety of different guns," John began. "Hopefully, you've developed a better understanding of them and which types best suit you. Possibly even some of you may be considering acquiring a gun of your own. There's some things still you need to know, whether you own a gun or just use one for target practice or during an invasion -- and that's how to take care of your weapon. Every gun needs to be cleaned and maintained -- preferably after each use. You skimp on that and the chances of your gun jamming or misfiring raise exponentially. So today we're going to look at gun maintainance."

John patiently took a gun of each type they'd played with and demonstrated the proper way to dismantle it, clean and oil. When he was finished he looked back up at the class. "So that's the basics. Your assignment today is to choose the type of gun you think you're most likely to use in the future and clean it. All the supplies you need are at each desk. If there's no questions, you may begin."

[ooc: wait for ocd's up! Thanks for a great class!]

Potpourri - Danger Shop - Tuesday

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Buster had once again handwavily told his students to go to the Danger Shop today. He looked extremely amused with himself. He was about to inflict horrible mental torture on these kids and they had no idea. If Buster was the type to laugh evilly he would totally laugh evilly.

"Hahaha-oh jeez" Buster sneezed a few times into his sleeve before continuing to speak. "Heeeeey students. So here we are. The last day of class. It's sort of sad in a scholarly sort of way."

"Today we'll be continuing on our 'life sucks' theme. Are some of you in the Dealing With Stupid People class?" he paused for a moment to see if anyone raised their hands. "Today's activity sort of deals with the same thing."

He tapped his hook against his desk nervously. "People...hmm, how to say this. People are weirdos. Weird weirdos who say and do weirdo things. They most likely think you're the weirdo for thinking that they are a weirdo but in reality you're not the weirdo, they are! I'm completely normal, mother!"

Buster frowned. "You can't avoid weirdos. You run into them at work, in bars, in public restrooms. They're your bosses, your friends and your family. Weirdos are everywhere. But you learn how to deal with them and eventually you like said weirdos. Or if they're your family members you learn how to not stab them all with your hook."

"So today you are going to be talking to some holographic replicas of people I know in real life." said Buster. "Not all of them are weirdos...oh who am I kidding, you all met GOB. Just enter through one of the doors and you'll be in a scenario with one of my family members or friends of the family. Survive a conversation with them without crying or being attacked then you win. At life."

"Alright, saddle up!"

[Up early so I actually have time to play. Wait for OCD is up! Note: Some of the Bluths aren't as nice and caring as Buster and GOB are hahaha!. So keep in mind I love you all OOCly]

Goth Eye for the Prep Guy, Tuesday 1st period, 6/26/07

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Abby was standing in front of a stack of plain stuffed dolls and boxes of wee tiny clothes. "Today is our last class. Since I know that not many of you will continue with your obsession with eyeliner and dark clothing, I thought I'd give you a reminder of class. You'll be able to design and dress your little goth guy or gal doll and then...oh, I don't know, frighten small with it."

"There's permanent markers for eyeliner and even wee tiny safety pins. Just be careful not to pierce them too much." Abby grinned at the class. "I have no emergency doll surgery skills."

[Last class! *sniff*]

Arts & Crafts 7, Tuesday 5, Main Campfire Area

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Steve stood at the edge of a large, tarp-covered area as he waited for the students to assemble. He was dressed in sweats and a t-shirt with 'ARMY' emblazoned across the chest, and grinning broadly. In the middle of the tarps was a large piece of canvas, firmly secured to the ground. Around the perimeter was a lot of paint of many colors in various delivery devices. There were paint-filled Super Soakers and water pistols, paint balloons, and pans of paint.

"If everyone would please take off their shoes and leave them over there out of the splash zone...thank you. Now. Today is our last workshop together, and let me just say you've been a wonderful bunch of students. For our final project we will be working on a piece of collaborative art. Which is to say...

"PAINT FIGHT!"