Practical Applications Period 5 Week 7

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The danger shop was a particularly horrid shade of pink. All John could do was vary it between lightish red and Pepto Bismal vomit.

"Okay, kids, here's the deal. You've got about half an hour to finish things up and then take these babies for a test drive. I've made notes on the vehicles where I think they need to have a bit of improvements...mostly just a few gussets here and there, which should take you no time to weld on. Wheels are mostly parallel, for our purposes, and the seats and restraints and steering and all that? Good. Y'all get an A. Or passing. Whatever the hell the grades are."

He clapped his hands. "So. Have fun, wear the welding masks while welding, no shoving anyone into the wall on the turns, and have fun!"

The Danger Shop had a smaller than usual workshoppy area, as the rest was taken up by a go-kart course set up in a figure 8 with a bridge. It may be changed as soon as he figures out how to make things not-pink. Even the Bea Arthur poster was pink.


[i fail at finding flash racing games at 3am that don't involve downloading or signing up for stuff or including free viruses/STDs]

HISTORY OF WITCHCRAFT II, DANGER SHOP, PERIOD 4

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When the students arrived at the Danger Shop, Phoebe was perched on the edge of a desk, swinging her legs back and forth.

"And here we are, the last class of the session. I've enjoyed having you guys as students and I'm going to miss this class. This was my first time teaching a class like this and although certain events and tyrants caused us to deviate from the planned syllabus, I hope I managed to teach you guys something about the topic at hand." She gave them all a smile and shook her head.

"Okay, for the last class, I want each of you to tell me something you've learned in here. I also need to know if you're aware of any students in this class or not in this class that have been harmed by that beast in the office who dyes her clothes using a Pepto-Bismol bottle. The teachers are keeping track and I figured I'd help gather information. If you don't feel comfortable saying anything in front of everybody, then please, see me or Tori."

She jumped off of the desk and to her feet.

"Anyway, that's what we're doing today, discussing what we've learned in here this Summer. Talk to me."

Lunch - Thursday 8/23

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Announcements [Mid Thursday Morning]

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"Children, I am so very disappointed in all of you," Umbridge's voice said, clicking on without preamble. "I ask for so little of you, so very little and you continue to repay with insolence, disrespect and absolute idiocy."

You could practically hear the shaking of her head.

"Your teachers, insignificant as they are, have failed to stop me. For their trouble, they have been disciplined. Such a travesty of education. Their failure, children, will not be mine, I assure you."

She giggled.

"I have cookies in my office. Do come down and see me, children. It will be most worthwhile. Also, would the following people please report to my office as soon as possible: Dick Casablancas and Charlene McGee. Thank you and have a pleasant day."

[Yeah, her sanity's gone. React at will! Those who signed up in the last PW post for evil and didn't get called today will be called today. I'm keeping today light for plot reasons so expect a call in tomorrow!]

Construction [Thursday]

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Fraser's mostly distracted today, head bent over a clipboard and face etched in a thin line. He does smile and nod at those arriving at the construction site but quickly goes back to the clipboard and scribblings he'll be pouring over for the rest of the day.

Firearms and You #7 (Thursday, period 2)

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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."

He paused and looked at each of the students in turn, lingering maybe a little longer on his son. "We've had some fun in this class with... unconventional targets. I hope that has allowed you all to blow off some steam and deal with your frustration. But things have got much darker and more serious. Some things are more unpredictable than demons. Stay away from the principal's office. If you're called, don't go. And for god's sake, don't go under your own accord because you want to mess with her. Some snakes are too dangerous to poke with a stick. Leave this particular viper to the adults to get rid of."

[ooc: wait for ocd's up! ]

Dealing With the Opposite Sex, Class #7, Friday, 2nd Period

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Vala wasn't at all downcast as she watched her students arrive in the Danger Room Shop as she'd handwavily notified them to, for the last class of the summer. Really.

"Good morning, everyone. Before we start, I'd like to say how much I've enjoyed teaching you and hope you've found it to be as useful as I'd hoped you would. Also, I know this is a vast area, especially for those of you who may be more inexperienced, so if you ever have any questions, I have two ears and they're both mostly sympathetic. It also turns out I have an office, so you can find me there occasionally as well."

She cleared her throat. "At the end of class, there will be an opportunity to ask for answers to questions that are still bothering you. First, however, I'd like you to attempt a simulated date. No," she glanced at Jeff, "you can't have safety padding this time. But this isn't a high-pressure situation, either. You're just having a nice, quiet dinner in a lovely little bistro with someone whose ship you hijacked you saw on the street, thought looked interesting, and asked to join you. Your job is to make conversation and leave, without getting food dumped on you or a drink thrown in your face."

A fire extinguisher was also in a prominent and visible place next to every romantic candlelit table for two, just in case.

She worried at her lower lip, uncharacteristically solemn. "Now, as I ruin the mood completely, I'd ask you to please stay away from the woman who's squatting in Principal Washburn's office. If she calls you down there, don't go. Don't pull stupid pranks and don't vow eternal revenge. She's very definitely unbalanced and needs professional help. You have teachers--let us take care of the problem, just this once. None of you should be hurt."

"Thank you all for a wonderful class, and I hope you have fun."

[ooc: OCD is up in a minute! Dating ho!]

Interdisciplinary Studies or Whatever, Class 7, Friday, Period 3

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Today's class met at the main campfire which, despite the heat, was piled full of large logs and ready for a bonfire. Nearby was what looked at first glance to be some sort of salad bar.

( FOOD! )

[Please remain calm. Do not panic. The OCD will arrive in a few moments. AAAAAGH! IT'S HERE!!! THE OCD IS HERE!!! RUN AWAY!!!]