Wednesday, February 6th, 2008

[identity profile] offthelisthero.livejournal.com
"Good afternoon," Mohinder hailed the class, idly tossing an apple into the air. He caught it, and weighed it thoughtfully in one hand before continuing.

"Apocryphally, Isaac Newton was struck by an apple and inspiration for universal gravitation under a tree in Oxford." Mohinder gave a grin. "We have rather more evidence that he went on to codify three laws of motion," and continued on. "During the time he wasn't drinking undercover with counterfeiters or disputing the origins of calculus, an argument halted only temporarily by his rival's death, that is."

"Much of Newton's framework depends on an idealised environment. Your desks are set up with air hockey tables." Mohinder gestured at the apparatus on the desks. "It's a near frictionless environment, so try to use them to test the laws of motion - before doing anything else with them."

[Waiting for OCD up!]
[identity profile] ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com
Adah came in for her day at the library with the distinct conviction that people just weren't worth the trouble it took to deal with them. She felt she could honestly say that, too, as she had been attempting to be social quite a lot this last week, and look where it got her. Waking up fresh from another bizarre dream of Africa and feeling horrible. Books, she figured, were a much better companion; usually, she knew if an author was going to throw a temper tantrum at her, and if she didn't like it, close the book, get a new one. Books were also very good at making barricades around the desk, hiding her from people...and kissing. People, on the other hand, would be much harder to get to cooperate, unless they were dead, and Adah doubted she could ever really kill anyone.

She did, behind her wall of books with just enough space so that if someone really did need help or Bob came around and did not approve, then she could depend on those to defend herself. And she was slowly nursing a warm mug of tea, toh, yerg lrae. Maybe that would make her feel better in not too long.
[identity profile] once-a-king.livejournal.com
Peter had blades and practice blades out in the salle as well as towels and water.  When everyone arrived, he stepped forward.  "Hello.  I'm Peter Pevensie if you all don't already know me.  This is the Fencing Club.  We're going to meet every Wednesday down here in the salle to hopefully all work with our blades and get exposure to a variety of styles."

He gestured to Deadpool if he was there.  "Professor Deadpool is our faculty advisor which means...I'm not sure what it means except that he's in charge if we need a teacher."

"Let's worry about introductions and such next week.  let's just warm up today and start drilling with each other.  If you don't know much about blades or swordwork, come find me and I'll introduce you."

[OOC:  Many many thanks to mouthy_merc who reminded me not twice but three times that we had club today.  I'll be out for a wee bit  this evening but back in plenty of time for tags.]
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If Anakin seemed a little tense today, well, it was kind of to be expected. Not that he'd be opening up about that at all.

"Today we talk about envy," he said quietly. "There's always something that someone else seems to have that we want: clothing, grades, family, love, looks, acclaim...their achievements remind us of something we don't think we have enough of."

He began pacing as he warmed to his subject. "A wise man once said that envy is the art of counting the other person's blessings instead of your own. An entire industry has sprung up and flourished exploiting the idea that we envy those who have achieved fame." Anakin made a face. "With the equally charming dark side that we'll take joy in watching their failures."

He crossed his arms over his chest. "So today we'll be gossip mongers. Come up with a story about one of the people in this class, in the school, or on the island. It doesn't have to be true. It just has to be something that would get people's attention. Then pass it on. We'll see the ramifications of envy for ourselves."

He was kind of counting on the students choosing to start rumors about people they didn't like. He knew human nature that way.

Someday
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Today the Danger Shop was set up to resemble the streets of Fandom, and while the Bentley was gone again,it was replaced by a number of sporty, little cars in a range of bright cheerful colours parked at the causeway.

"Today we're going to be looking at safety," Bond said, after the class had assembled. "And when all's said and done, it's largely a matter of both using your own common sense, and recognising that you have no guarantees that other drivers are using theirs." He then launched into a short lecture going over the various things a person should or shouldn't do to help ensure their safety.

"Now that the lecture's out of the way, the rest of the class will a practical safety exercise," he continued, gesturing at the Goggomobils. "I want each of you to take one of these, and spend the rest of the lesson driving around this simulation of the town. At the same time. Do try not to crash."

[ooc: wait for OCD up!]

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[identity profile] demons-death.livejournal.com
When the class filed into the Danger Shop today, they found themselves standing in ankle deep water. Looking further into the room showed the streets of Fandom, flooded with water much deeper than ankle depth.

"Good morning," John said, from his slightly raised -- and dry -- spot. "Last week, we saw how strange weather often leads to even stranger things. This week we're focusing on natural disasters, which in Fandom seem to be rarely natural, or the worst thing you have to worry about.

"We're an island so a spot of flooding may seem like a perfectly logical -- though sucky -- occurrance. But Fandom doesn't get just a flood." He gestured at the waterlogged streets. "More than just excess water's swept into town.

"For this class, I'd like you to pair up, and go exploring. Take with you only what you would if you woke up one morning and saw this outside your window -- the Danger Shop will create your requests if they are reasonable. See if you can find anything that might be a clue to why there's a flood -- they really shouldn't be too hard to spot." John smiled wolfishly. "Just try to not let any 'clues' wallop you."

[ooc: wait for ocd's up! ]

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