Thursday, August 16th, 2007

sith_happened: (Anakin: making an entrance)
[personal profile] sith_happened
When the flight workshop arrived at the shed, they found it locked up tight and Anakin leaning up against it.


His hands were crossed and tucked up under his robes, but that wasn't particularly unusual. Neither was the pinched, worried look around his eyes.

"Today we fly helicopters, which are waiting over at Selkie Cove" he said, voice as steady as always. "If you happen to buzz them too close to That Woman's office, well, too bad for her." He made eye contact with each student. "I graduated from this school, too, so I know that this will probably be ignored, but...the teachers are here to look after you. You know better by now than to touch live electrical cables or set yourself on fire. Our temporary...whoever...falls into the same category. Nothing is making you go into her office. So don't do it."

He lowered his voice. "Please."

He shrugged. "Plea made. Moving on. Because I can occasionally be strange, you have to wear these fetching hats as you practice your maneuvers in the helicopters. And no, you can't whine your way out of it."
sensethevisions: (Annoyed S5 AU : Tonic2W)
[personal profile] sensethevisions
Once everyone had filed into the Danger Shop, Phoebe pressed a button on the keypad and the room changed. The room now resembled a forested countryside. She took the drop cloth that had been covering her desk away and revealed a wide variety of snacks and lunch fixings. There were also several types of sodas and other caffeinated drinks to choose from.

Not So Practical Applications Of History )

She waved her hand and her usual smile was back in place. "Now go, have fun. Use this time to enjoy the lunch and drinks Tori and I put together for you."

She really hoped that Umbridge heard about this and had a coronary.
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Guud murneeng stoodents! Vetch oooot fur snekes! Zeey cun be-a very dungeruoos. Bork Bork Bork!

Tudey's Menoo:

-Hem und Cheese-a Sundveeches

-Cheetos

-Seled

-Cuukeees
needsaparrot: (construction)
[personal profile] needsaparrot
This week's "Test The Equipment" project seems to be going so well that Xander doesn't see any reason to put an end to it.

New earplugs have been provided, though. In a rainbow of fruit flavors and disturbing shapes.

"These guys are designed to block out the loud sounds and still let you hear people talking," Xander tells the workers. "Just in case this place has been giving you a sore throat from all the yelling this week. Not that you have to let other people know that, if anybody comes around complaining about the noise."
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[OOC: Open!]
[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com
The Danger Shop was all in black and white. John adjusted it, and then it had shades of gray, and then washed out colors. Meh. Good enough.

"Okay, I've been going over your plans and work, and things are coming along well. Just keep on building, and you should be finished by today or next week. Then? Race! I, uh, still need to find out if it's going to be here in the Danger Shop or out by the causeway. LIability issues, all that. So... I'll need someone to run publicity if y'all want an audience. But yeah, have fun. Saftey equipment required 'n all that else I'll ask you to leave."

[OCD coming. Visitors welcome.]
Class Roster:
Naomi Wildman, TA
Dib
AJ
[identity profile] suit-of-awesome.livejournal.com
As students entered the Danger Shop, they would find it set up in the fashion of a swanky casino on one side and the typical classroom with screen on the other. Barney was leaning against the podium, suited up and ready for class to begin.

Once students had arrived, Barney began his lecture. "Last week, Andrew was in charge of getting you nerds to figure out who is awesome and who is not. You all failed. For shame, people! This week, I thought we'd try something that any trained monkey could do: gamble!" Barney rubbed his hands together in anticipation, a sly grin on his face.

"Let me introduce you to the Barney Stinson Guide to Gambling," he said, flicking a switch to provide a pictoral version of his lesson on the screen.

Barney's Guide to Gambling )

[ooc: GAH! I just got home!! I am here and ready to play!]
[identity profile] umbitch.livejournal.com
Except there were no announcements today as Umbridge's public address system seemed to be on the fritz.

Instead, there were a few new decrees posted throughout the school and dorms.

First New Decree )




Second New Decree )

[React at will. So as not to spam, please assume these were posted in both the school and the dorms comm. These are directly from HP canon and, of course, should be broken. There are office hours open for anyone who would like to visit.]
[identity profile] demons-death.livejournal.com
John was waiting for the class in the Danger Shop. The usual coffee was provided by the sign in sheet. For the moment the table with those items on it was all that was visible in the room.

"Good morning," John greeted them. "I'm sorry I missed the last two classes, but I understand my sons provided you with some... unique targets to practice with. We're going to continue along in that mode today."

"Origiinally this would have been our paintball class out in the woods, but I thought you all might be more inspired with a different senario." John clicked on something on the room remote he was holding and an exact replica of Umbridge's office, complete with kitten plates appeared.

"You never know when you might need to do an ambush or a blitz attack," he said with a faint smile. "You'll each have a turn to go into our little shooting range with a paintball rifle and one minute to see how many points you can get. Everything in the room is worth something --" He pushed another button and a frozen replica of Umbridge herself appeared in the seat behind the desk, "-- but I'm sure you can guess what is worth the most points.

"Be aware though, that your main target will be firing back so you're going to have to duck and dodge as well." He looked around with a wolfish grin. "You wants to go first?"

At the end of class, John nodded approvingly at them. "Well done. Now of course weapons -- even non lethal ones such as these paint ball guns shouldn't be used except in certain circumstances. There are however some variations you can do if you want to just play a game with them -- waterguns with koolaid or other slightly staining substance can work wonderfully." He paused. "Not that I'm advocating playing this senario out in real life. That would, of course be against our beloved Headmaster's rules. And that's all I'm going to say on that subject. Except to say, don't get caught. Class dismissed."

[ooc: wait for ocd's up! Fire away!]
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"The truth." Vala began as soon as everyone arrived. "It can be a double edged sword when speaking to members of the opposite sex, or to anyone ever. Everyone believes that it's important to be honest, blah blah blah, and inspire trust, but I am here to tell you that sometimes a judicious lie can serve you both better in the long run--sometimes people don't really want the answers to the questions they ask, even though they think they do."

"Not that I would advocate lying, because goodness knows I would never do that. However, if I were, I couldn't help but mention that you'll need to learn to use your discretion in deciding when to lie and when to tell the truth--you'll develop a feel for this after you mess up a few dozen times. And don't worry about messing up, it happens to everyone."

"So, you'll be pairing up. One of you will ask a question with no political answer--for instance, whether the pants you're wearing make your behind look larger--and the other person will be answering the question, either honestly or with a lie. People asking the question should feel free to figure out that they're being lied to, or take offense at the truth."

She glanced at the class, eyeing Jeff and Irulan in particular if they were there. "There is also an assortment of helmets and safety padding, just in case you feel you might need it."

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