Sex Edder #3, Monday, Period 3

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Today when everyone had gathered, GOB put a picture on the board of a young man in a high school letter jacket with his arms raised. GOB smiled. "This is the result of you being stupid," he said. "When you have unprotected sex, you either get the clap or this. It's a better idea to go for the clap. When you use a brand of condom because it's cheaper and that will let you get some better booze to go with your perfect night? Spend a little more on the condoms and get the cheap booze. The headache you'll have in the morning is better than the condom breaking and you getting this."

"That's right, I'm talking about kids today," GOB said. "More specifically, I'm talking about ( Unexpected Parenthood... and You! )

[OOC: Today's workshop is brought to you by Sleep and Being Terrible To Your Family. The baby dolls are your standard cheap plastic babies with weird fake hair and, yes, GOB will actually throw them at you.]

Construction [Monday]

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Another week has begun and Fraser could be none the happier. He's ignoring any possible wardrobe changes for the time being. After all, his briber hasn't done her part yet. Hopefully, she'd forget and there would be no dressing wearing.

Fraser made a note never to tell Ellen about that. Ever. Ever ever.

He greeted the students with a smile as they approached, gesturing to their safety equipment. "We're still on track for a Fall finish date and the school is almost taking the shape of a school again. Really quite wonderful. Be careful, be safe and come find me should you have any questions."

He nodded and set them off to work.

Pie for Beginners - Monday 2nd period - Week 3

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Class was once again the the Danger Shoppe, but there was no ninja waiting for them there. Instead, there was a slightly hyper actively bouncy mercenary in a chef's hat. And an apron that told people to kiss the cook.

He loved that apron.

"Gooooood morning kiddos! Professor Yondaime has been..." He made a face that clearly showed he had no clue. "...unavoidably detained. So, I will be teaching you all about cream fillings! Won't that be fun?"

He may have been binging on Food Network this past week and now thought he was Julia Child. Minus the hunchback.

In the room there were three tables, each with different ingredients on the for making three different type of pie filling and pre-baked pie crusts for the kids to use.

"We will be making a custard, a standard vanilla cream, and a chocolate mousse with too many vowels and s's in the name. Instructions are on each table!"

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

[Creatures of Nature - 5th Period, 7/23]

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For once, D had the class meet in the Danger Shop, if only because it gave him the ability to choose his environment to a much greater degree. And so the Danger Shop seemed to be a very large outdoor arena, with a half-mile race track in the middle and a larger moat around it.

"You may have noticed that we are in the simulated environment room," D said with a faint note of distaste. "This will hopefully be the only time this is an issue, but I did not want anyone to hurt themselves to a degree that would preclude this sort of class in the future. Hence, we are here."

Leading everyone to a corral, he brought forth two animals by their reins -- one a horse and the second looking to be a very large chicken bird.

"These are a horse," he began, indicated the creature on his right. "And a chocobo. They are both used for transportation and, at times, for menial labor. Some of you may be familiar with one or both of these creatures and some of you may not, but you will all have a chance to ride one or the other today. Whichever you choose, be courteous and kind, or if you decide to race then be careful as well."

D went through some very basic horse/birdmanship and then went to the moat around the arena, where there was, half-submerged in the water, what looked like a giant elephantine creature with a pavilion on its back. "I will be on the shoopuf," he called back to the class. "Any who don't wish to ride may come join me and any who are thrown or otherwise about to be hurt in any way will find themselves summarily transported to a seat on the shoopuf's back for the duration of class. I have iced tea and cookies!"


[OOC: Choose one or the other, or retire to the shoopuf with D. Mod your creature, and in the case of racing, please speak with your opponent OOCly to determine a winner. Plz wait for OCD is done.]

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Library [07/23]

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Sam wasn't sure if he wanted to spend almost the whole day away from Dawn. But his sense of responsibility was too strong to ignore, and if nothing else, he thought Dawn might want a break from him hovering over her. So, he made a quick stop at the Perk, and then went to open the library totally on time omg.

How to Be a Comic Book Superhero

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Class met in the Danger Room, which had been modified to look like . . . the front of the Kwik Stop. The class (minus a certain reluctant TA) would arrive to find . . . Jay making out with an inflatable doll.

( cut because... you know... it's Jay and thus mildly NWS )

[ooc: posting for Jay & Silent Bob because the player doesn't have net access at the moment!]

Introduction to Mad Science, July 24

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Once again, the danger shop had been turned into a dark lab, but this time each desk had a safety burner and a of couple flasks on top of them. Professor Tomoe stood at the front of the class with a large bottle full of some purple liquid and rows and rows of test tubes. Once all the student had taken their seats, the Professor launched into his speech.

"Good afternoon, students! Today we're going to start on the first practical step of the course and actually make daimon eggs."

He patted the jar of purple liquid. "The process itself is fairly simple. You are to take exactly 9.7 mL of this organic compound liquid and carefully add it to an acidic solution. For your benefit, I already mixed up the organic compound last night. If you mix the two improperly, or use the incorrect amount, both the entire mass and beaker will explode in a comedic fashion. If you do it properly, the glass beaker will explode, leaving a daimon egg floating over your heater. The beakers are made out of safety glass, so you should have no worries about cutting yourself on the broken glass shards.

"Since the process is simple enough that even a pop idol obsessed moron can pull it off--" he might have been referring to someone in particular here "--I expect that you will make at least one complete daimon egg for me before the end of class. If you team up with someone, I still expect that each of you will make a daimon egg of your own.

He started filling beakers with acidic solution and passing them out. "And for next week, I want you to start thinking about what sort of attack plan you're going to use."

Please wait for OCD threads. Have at it.

Dealing With Stupid People [Tuesday, July 24, 2nd period]

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Instead of telephones, the students in Josh's workshop would find laptops set up.

And coffee, naturally.

"For some reason, people think that because they're hiding behind a keyboard, they're not accountable for what they say," Josh began, taking a sip from his mug. "That's clearly stupid. There are entire websites devoted to mocking such stupidity--not that I've ever gone to them, of course--and I'm sure those of you more technically minded will help out your fellow students from less advanced civilizations."

Josh clapped his hands together. "Because today, you are starting flamewars. If you're looking for suggestions, the Barry Plodder people have been chock full of crazyflakes."

He then gave a brief--well, for him--explanation of flamewars, with tangents about Fox News, the Republican party and the general evil of people who put up websites about Bartlet and can't be bothered to learn how to spell his last name correctly, then let them loose on the internet.

Heaven help 'em.

Redemption: What a Crock [Monday, period 6]

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There was no one there to teach Ares' class today. The students were probably wondering why they'd bothered to show up, might even have been thinking about leaving, when Karal came wandering past.

He knew it was Ares' class. He'd made a point of being aware of the activities of the false god, and his absence was too good a chance to pass up. He would be failing in his duty as a Priest if he didn't seize every opportunity to help others see Ares as he truly was.

"Hello," he said, trying not to sound shy as he made his way to the front. "My name is Karal, and I am a Priest of Vkandis Sunlord. This is Altra." The Firecat jumped up onto a convenient bench and nodded regally. "As Ares is not here today, I will be speaking to you. I understand that this class is about why redemption is a foolish concept. Today I would like you to talk about why this is wrong.

In my world, there are stories, tales of the power of redemption, of the good effects it can have. I think it would be interesting if everyone in the class could briefly talk about a story from their world which is about redemption. It can be a children's tale, a novel, a movie or a television show," he only stumbled over those last two a little bit, "or even something you've actually experienced."

He looked down at Altra, who snorted and nodded. "I think it would also be a very worthwhile exercise to make a list of five reasons why you believe Ares is not a god. I am sure he will be amused by them when he returns next week."

[ooc: Poor Ares-mun's keyboard has been infected with QWERTYitis. Please wait for OCD is up! FYI, Karal is wearing his Priest's robes.]