Tuesday, July 10th, 2007

Accelerated Scouting

Tuesday, July 10th, 2007 12:07 am
[identity profile] pieandcoffee.livejournal.com
"Good afternoon campers!" Dale called out cheerfully as he sipped from his giant mug 'o coffee.

Welcome to Accelerated Scouting. )

"Go to it Campers! Next week to be sure to wear comfortable hiking shoes or boots"

[OCD a coming]
[identity profile] scrabblecyborg.livejournal.com
Oh, please, like Hannelore would even consider holding her class outside. There was dirt there.

"Hey," she said, as her students filed into the Danger Shop -- which was made up to look like a perfectly white, sterile classroom, and which she had carefully scrubbed and disinfected as best she could before they arrived. "Um. My name's Hannelore Ellicott-Chatham. You can call me Hannelore. Or, uh, some of my friends call me Hanners. You can call me that. 'Hey you,' works too. Um, this is Winslow."

What looked like an oversized, somewhat humanoid iPod waved. "Salutations!"

"He's an AnthroMac, and he helps me out. Um, so welcome to...class. I've never taught anything before. So, um, why don't we start by going around and saying hi, and stuff, okay? Say, uh, your name, how old you are, what you want to get out of the workshop, and...um, your favorite cleaning product, okay?"

She rocked on her heels. "Um, I can start? I'm Hannelore, like I said. I'm twenty-five, I love my Roomba more than most people love their parents, and I hope to get, um, a bunch of people who understand what 'clean' means, like I do." She paused, and added. "By the way, I have severe Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder. In case you can't tell."

After everyone had introduced themselves, Hannelore smiled. Kinda. Smiled twitchily, anyway. "Okay, so here's what we're doing today." She pulled out a bag, and from it pulled eight bags of plain M&M's, which she handed (okay, tossed, because soooo not risking touching these people) out, along with napkins. "I want you to sort these in whatever way makes the most sense to you. Color, numbers, shapes -- they're not all the same size circle, believe me, I checked -- whether the M is printed correctly, whatever. I wanna see what you think is logical, 'cause it'll help me later, okay? Don't eat them until I've checked, please? And I have wet naps and gloves so your hands don't get chocolatey, because ewww."

[syllabus|roster]

[waaaaaaaait for the OCD, which I really should make more ridiculous than it will be. It's up! Play at will!]

Lunch - Tuesday 7/10

Tuesday, July 10th, 2007 05:31 am
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Guud murneeng stoodents! I epulugeeze-a fur my ebsence-a yesterdey. My fleeght frum Svedee ceme-a in lete-a. Veurd. Ve're-a usooelly oon teeme-a in thet cuoontry.

Tudey's Menoo:

-Cheeseboorgers

-French Fries

-Seled

-Pooddeeng

Library - 7/10

Tuesday, July 10th, 2007 07:56 am
[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com
It was too hot for a coffee, so this morning Isabel had a frozen smoothie when she opened the library. On time.
[identity profile] tricksy-spy.livejournal.com
Not caring about the heat, Aly waited for her class outside in a small clearing.  She might have possibly noticed the heat, but she would have scoffed at a suggestion that it was too much to be outside in.

"Good morning, everyone," she said with a bright grin.  "For those of you I don't know or who don't know me, I'm Alianne of Pirate's Swoop.  You may feel free to call me Aly if you like, nearly everyone does.  Miss Aly is right out though.  Right out.  This class is How to Blow Things Up.  Which means we are going to practice blowing things up over and over."  She grinned again.  "Trust me, it's fun."

"Not today yet.  Today I want to get to know you all and go over a few things before anything gets blown up.   First of all, not all of our classes are going to be in the Danger Shop.  We're going to be working with real explosives with the real possibility of people getting hurt.  That means that if we're working with them and I tell you to do something, you need to do it immediately.  No questions, no what-ifs, no counterpoints, get down or get out of the way or stop what you're doing." 

"If that's going to be a problem for you, you need to go find another class now."

"Explosives aren't toys, they're not playthings, even when we're in the Danger Shop, they're not completely harmless.  I want to see complete respect when you're working with them.  They're fun, yes.  But they're also a weapon."

"Secondly, this is a class about true explosives - C4, hand grenades, TNT, the like.  We're going to have a class on magical ways, but outside of that , if you have special abilities that allows you to blow up things - or set them on fire - I'd prefer the focus stay on the more chemical explosives."

"Finally," she began passing out what looked like floorplans from the old school.  "Someone else already beat us to it, of course, but for the last class, you're each going to design a strategy for blowing up the school.  Take the floorplans, take a look at them, and keep the project in mind as the workshop progresses."

She paused, watching the class.  "Now that that's out of the way, why don't you all introduce yourselves - even those I've already met, yes, and tell me a bit about yourself as well as your familiarity or experience with making things go boom.  Also, it's my birthday, and I've been instructed that I need to celebrate it so please help yourself to a birthday cupcake."  

[OOC: OCD, it is coming up yay!]
needsaparrot: (construction)
[personal profile] needsaparrot
Today there's no heartrending choice to make between cleanup and scaffolding. It's all scaffold, all the time. In addition to the usual hats, goggles and gloves, there are also safety harnesses for working on higher levels. No, Xander doesn't care if you think they make you look dorky.

[OOC: Open for bizness.]
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[personal profile] screwyoumarvel
Steve was waiting for his new students in a small clearing this morning. "Good morning!" he said cheerfully. "I'm Steve Rogers, and I'll be your instructor, which you probably knew already. And in this workshop, we will be discussing patriotism and what it means to be a patriot. We'll start off with introductions. Everybody tell me your name, where you're from, and something interesting about you. Then, since I'm going to have a lot of chances to tell you what I think, today I'd like to hear what you think. Tell me what you think patriotism is, and why it's important. We'll start with you," he decreed, picking someone at random.

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