Thursday, August 9th, 2007

[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com
The Danger Shop looks like the back room of Sparky's, what with its antique brass and glass decor for experimentation, cast iron tools, and just gaslamp feel to everything, like it should all run on steam.

"Hey, kids. Um. Not really a lecture for today. Two things: first, build the go kart. You've got one more build class after this, maaaaybe two, and then the race. And second: I need publicity for this race, unless you want it just us, no audience at the finish line. I need to clear it with the higher ups if we're havin' it here or if we can stake out the beach. I'd love to say the beach, because if you drive like an ass, you deserve to get hurt. Don't worry, I'll double-check the welds, and even veto things if I don't think it'll hold up or could be potentially damaging. And again," he said, tapping his own flipped-up welding helmet, "wear the mask when welding. Wear the mask when you're near someone welding. And the ear protection on the table can't hurt either when you're grinding the welds or cuttin' pipe. If you're not safe, you're not in my shop. If you need any help, come get me."

He clapped his hands. "All right, let's get to work!"
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[personal profile] sensethevisions
When the students showed up in the Danger Shop, Phoebe was sitting on the desk in front of the class and Tori was standing beside her. Neither girl was smiling, but both of them had looks of defiance in their eyes. When everyone had signed in and sat down, a screen to the left of Phoebe lit up to show a bit of writing on it. Phoebe pointed at it.


Abuses of Power )
[identity profile] wannabe-pan.livejournal.com
Again, the class was meeting in the computer lab.  They may have been surprised to discover that professor Stinson was not there. Instead, each student was greeted with a goofy grin and nod from the TA, Andrew. He was looking awesomely handsome in a black suit and didn't seem nervous at all unless you noticed that his foot was tapping so rapidly his teeth were chattering OMG.

Once everyone was seated, he stood up to begin the lecture. 
 

Andrew looked as though he might  throw up. 

[ooc: please to be waiting for some OCD. Is up!]
[identity profile] umbitch.livejournal.com
Umbridge was SCREAMING when the announcements clicked on this morning.

"Whoever did this to my office, I advise you to come and confess...NOW. This is absolute insolence at it's worst and I will not tolerate such a brash and harmful display of disrespect. I am your HEADMASTER! I'm sure you all have trouble spelling that so let me simpilfy: I tell you what to do and you do it!"

She was breathing heavy, nearly panting with anger. "There will be consequences even if that means I punish each and every single one of you filthy Muggles."

Even that slip went by her usual cool demeanor.

"The following people should report to my office as soon as possible: Abigail Whistler, Luke Skywalker, Cedric Diggory, and Rikku."

There's more heavy breathing as Umbridge tried desperately to calm down. "Just for that, children, a new educational decree is being issued. Any student, teacher, or staff member found within EIGHT INCHES of each other will be forcibly separated. Personal space, dear children, personal space. Thank you. And have a pleasantly wonderful day."

[Feel free to react! Those that got called to the office, if you can't make it, no worries. I also expect this decree to get broken like whoa.]
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Once again, the students had been handwavily e-mailed and told to come to the Danger Shop. The table with the sign in sheet was there, along with two handouts. But instead of John, Sam was standing by the table, along with Dean, who was still in wolf form, to Sam's obvious concern.

"Hey guys," he greeted everyone as they came in. "So, my dad's still out being newly paternal, and Dean...can't exactly run class."

Dean stood up and leaned his front paws on the table and waved at the class with a paw.

Sam did his best to not laugh, not wanting to encourage Dean, and focused on the class again. "According to our dad's notes, he wanted you guys to work with some specialized weapons today, like fully automatic guns and long range sniper rifles." He smirked at Dean before adding, "And we figured that specialized weapons deserved specialized targets."

Dean gave a toothy grin and brought his paw carefully down on the Danger Shop remote. The target range shimmered into view complete with large person-shaped pink targets. A very specific person-shaped.

Sam grinned as well. "I'm familiar with both of these kinds of weapons, so I'll be happy to answer any questions you might have. Try them both out, and see which one you find easier to aim and shoot."

Dean barked an agreement, looking like he was trying to figure out how to shoot with his current form.

"You don't get to play with the guns today," Sam said sternly.

Dean whined.

"No guns," Sam repeated. "But if you behave yourself, I'll let you have one of the targets to do whatever you want with."

Dean looked hopeful and barked a question.

Sam laughed, having some idea of what Dean just asked. "Whatever you want to do is fine. Just don't eat the target."

"Woof."

"I'll take that as an agreement," Sam said, rolling his eyes.

[Pre-played with the wonderful [livejournal.com profile] saltandammo. No Umbridges were harmed in the creation of the targets, alas. ;) OCD is up!]
[identity profile] just-add-starch.livejournal.com
After puzzling over the morning announcement for awhile, Fraser's finally made his way out to the construction site. Seeing the progress Mr. Harris made yesterday cheered him slightly. The new principal - headmaster - whatever her title hadn't yet said anything about the reconstructed school so Fraser decided to count the blessings he had.

"Good morning," he said, nodding. "I think we can all ignore that new rule that was stated this morning in deference to having to put our school back together. If you get in trouble, tell her I said it was all right for security reasons. Equip yourselves and get to work."

Fraser smiled and wandered off to do some of his own work.

Lunch - Thursday 8/9

Thursday, August 9th, 2007 10:04 am
[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/swedish_chef_/
Guud murneeng stoodents! I hupe-a yuoo ell ere-a steyeeng oooot ooff truooble-a...ookey nut reelly.

Tudey's Menoo:

-Peezza

-French Fries

-Seled

-Pooddeeng
[identity profile] spacepiratevala.livejournal.com
Vala might have been looking more mischevious than usual today. "Today, you'll be dealing with awkwardness. Not because you're dating someone, but because you're dating someone and you remembered you weren't dead."

"So," she grinned, "I want you to pair up. You've done something with another person that is not the person you're dating. The first person--your significant (or insignificant) other--asks you an innocent question that relates tangentially to the event. Do you lie to cover it up? Pretend it never happened? Tell the truth and hope for the best?"

"Interesting choice to go with the third one, by the way. It's not what I would necessarily recommend, but everyone has their own techniques.'

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