How to Blend in and Courtly Dancing and Defence: Periods 3 & 4, Week 7

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

A note had been sent around to all the students in both How to Blend In and Courtly Dancing and Defence telling them to meet at the Danger Shop for both the 3rd and 4th periods.  

The Danger Shop was set up with racks of costumes again - formal clothes with many, many masks of all different sorts to choose from.

Aly was smiling as she glanced around at the students though her eyes were sharp to pick out injuries or worries from the weekend.  "It's good to see all of you in one piece more or less after the past weekend.  Sadly for you, because we won, you all still have class today," she teased.  "Next time, keep that in mind."

"As I'm sure you've all noticed, we're going to have both classes together today.  For a masquerade ball.  Students learning how to blend in?  I think the mission here is obvious.  Watch the Danger Shop generated attendees and the Courtly Dancing class and remember the rules of disguise and taking on a character.  Courtly Dancing?  Your 'special accessories' are on that table" Aly pointed to a table full of weapons.  "Everything else you've learned - flirting and dancing will come in handy.  Those of you who were in both classes?  You have a head start."

"All of you can mingle, dance, learn what you can from each other or the other attendees and generally have fun.  And before you get dressed, let me just say I've enjoyed having all of you in class these workshops.  If you ever want to stop by, feel free, and I hope to see all you in another class of mine sometime soon."

[OOC:  Please wait for the OCD is up!]

Karaoke For Fun and Profit #7 [Tuesday, Period 5, 6/24]

[mike-cannon.livejournal.com]

The Danger Shop was reset back to the original Club Mystique simulation from week one, but this time, there was additional seating for the guests invited to be a part of the live audience. "Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen!" said Mike, taking his place on stage. "Today we have a very special performance by our workshop students. These kids have spent the last seven weeks working on their performance skills and today they're ready to show you just how far they've come. No one could be prouder than I am. Let's have a round of applause for the students."

Cue the applause track, just in case the live audience wasn't lively enough.

"So, let's hear from our performers!" And with that, Mike got off stage and went to take his seat.

[OOC: Students, teachers and townies who know Mike or any of the students are welcome to join the audience! OCD coming is up!]

Library [6.24]

[death-of-hope.livejournal.com]

It was a Tuesday, and there were conveniently no ghosts out and about, so Anemone and Gulliver went to open the library.


[OCD-Free, as usual]

Intergalactic Justice, Tuesday Period One

[notjustaworm.livejournal.com]

"Today, my little critters of learnitude, we finish our class with a GAUNTLET!"

Jim was appropriately gung-ho for the occasion. "This shop-- this DANGER SHOP has been set up with the defining laws of my universe. You must choose! Choose your weapons! Choose your enemy! And SAVE MY LOVELY BUTTERFINGERS OF JUSTICE!"

Jim coughed to clear his throat, then helpfully indicated the cardboard cut-out of an unusually attractive, bee-like woman all the way at the back of the Danger Shop. "Unfortunately," he continued, "My sidekick, Peter, couldn't be here today to give you the skinny on the second assignment. I will just have to take his place and hope the Great Worm Spirit forgives me!"

He held up a little cardboard mask of an anthromorphic dog up to his face. "Hi, class!" he said, in a high-pitched voice, "Fighting peril and righting wrongs in the galaxy is kind of a big, um, terrifying job, but it's really nothing compared to the dangers of, uh, haggis. See, haggis is... the heart... lungs... and liver... of a sheep... boiled in its own--"

Theatrically, Jim choked up a little. Then pulled the mask away from his face. "Sometimes," he said, with ceremony, "You just can't avoid haggis. Now! Get to it, my little chums!"

[ wait for the ocd up! ]