Karaoke For Fun And Profit #3 [Tuesday, Period 5, 5/27]

[mike-cannon.livejournal.com]

"Let's face it, folks. Mistakes happen," said Mike, stepping out onto the stage. He turned on his microphone, tapped it, frowned, then started waving it around. "For example, you may start singing, only to find that the microphone is turned off, or you get feedback..." Here, he started waving the microphone around, trying to get feedback. There was only silence. "Or maybe you're trying to get feedback on purpose, and nothing happens," he continued, tossing the microphone in the air.

From the DJ booth, a voice shouted, "Sir, you're not allowed to throw the microphone!"

Mike grinned. "Or you get yelled at by the club's staff because they don't understand what it's like to be in the moment," he added. "Either way, something is bound to go wrong one day. How you bounce back from public humiliation can reflect more on your performance than how well you sing. Today, we're going to take the 'bounce' part seriously." Mike put the microphone back on its stand and turned as if he was exiting the stage, but his foot got wrapped up in the microphone cord. He fell flat on his face, but the stage floor transformed into a soft, cushy surface that just let him bounce around for a while.

Once he stood back up, he held his arms out triumphantly and took a bow. "Thank you very much, ladies and gentlemen. Man, I love the Danger Room!" he said. "We're all going to practice falling flat on our faces and getting back up. Just remember to smile and have fun with it!"

[Please wait for the OCD is up! ETA: And if you want to sing after falling on stage, go ahead.]

Library [5.27]

[death-of-hope.livejournal.com]

Anemone was still a bit weirded out by the idea of Memorial Day.  Dead was dead, and she wasn't sure what the purpose of idolizing a bunch of dead soldiers served.  It's not like being sad and sorry for one day a year was going to stop humans from starting wars; she was living proof of the fact that after 10,000 years, humanity hadn't actually changed that much in regards to their need for bloodshed.

Stupid humans.

 Mildly grumpy, Anemone opened up the library with a disgruntled Gulliver in-tow. 

Intergalactic Justice, Tuesday Period One

[notjustaworm.livejournal.com]

There were a lot of glass spheres at the front of the class. And paper. And pitchers of something watery. And toothpicks. And--

"Today," Jim said, with fiendish determination, "We are going to be talking about the universe. It's really, really big. It's so big you can't see stuff on the other end. You could say we can't tell what it looks like, buuuut that'd be wrong."

He held up a snowglobe. It had the Eiffel Tower and a little plastic cow in it. "This is what the universe looks like!" He grinned. Like an idiot. "We're all living in a giant snowglobe, kids! Now remember that snowglobes aren't indestructable, no matter what the nice made in China people put on the label. You wanna make sure," he tapped the edge of the globe. A little hard. "That it doesn't break. Because that would be bad."

He pointed at the tables. "So today, we are learning about snowglobes!" He was very enthusiastic. "Have at, you wee cow-clobbering, snow-loving defenders of the cosmos! Make your snowglobe SHINE!" Pause. "But don't use anything radioactive, that might violate my parole."

Did he even have parole? He'd have to call Peter.

[ ocd up! ]

Galactic Vacationing, Wednesday

[veryarthurdent.livejournal.com]

The Danger Shop was decked out to appear like a very large walk-in wardrobe with cubicles for changing. Along the walls were shirts, jackets, trousers, skirts and all manner of clothing and a variety of accessories that couldn't be listed without it ending up like the phone book.

"Okay!" the Doctor said once the students had gathered. "Before we get out there and really stretch our legs in the big old universe, there's one vital thing every traveller needs - a really impressive outfit. You can't go out there looking like you threw on whatever didn't smell horribly from your bedroom floor. Trust me, there are beings out there with a far better sense of smell than you and they can smell you a mile away." He scratched at his ear. "Oh, and always wear clean underwear. Personally, that's a given, but some people need reminding. Shirtlessness and nudity have been done and will probably get you arrested or swept off to a harem of some kind, so let's have none of that.

Right! So, onward. What we have here is pretty much every combination of clothing you might need to come up with an outfit suitable for galavanting around the cosmos. Fun word, don't you think? Cos-mos. Anyway," he waved it off, "you can't lug around a wardrobe full of clothing to fit in everywhere you go, so go with something that will suit as many different situations as possible and, most importantly, something that works for you. You'll be wearing it a lot, particularly in this workshop. Get something comfortable. If there's something you want that you can't find, ask the Danger Shop and ye shall receive. Go on then."

Mad Kings and Queens: Raving Royals and How to Survive Them [Wednesday, May 28th, 2nd Period]

[atreideslioness]

"Étudiants, bonjour."  Ghanima said as the last of the class trickled into the room.  "Today we look at a local monarch, King Charles VI." 

( “Madness is to think of too many things in succession too fast, or of one thing too exclusively” )

"Unfortunately, Charles VI appeared to have passed on his madness to his grandson Henry, whose inability to govern England helped spark the Wars of the Roses."

[OOC:  You know the drill, wait for the OCD is up!  Go forth and be kingslayers!]

Networking to Success, Wed, Period 1, (5/28/08)

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"Our third class may seem late in the game to discuss dealing with shyness," Nathan said as he passed around the day's handouts, "but I wanted you to get your feet wet on the basics before we started on fine-tuning.
( Fine-tuning to be found thisaway... )

[ooc: OCD is up! Class like you've never classed before!]