Mad Kings and Queens [Wednesday, June 26th, 2nd Period]

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The class met in the Danger Room today, as Ghanima had handwavily ordered.  The room was configured, oddly enough, to look like their classroom.

"Over the last few weeks, I have given you some examples of rulers gone mad," Ghanima stated.  "We have seen that the best way to survive such a monarch is to, quite simply, keep your head down.  If you don't make waves, you'll probably survive the experience.  Some may call this cowardly, but it is quite simply common sense.  Unless you have some way to change the status quo, your best option is to try and wait it out."

"There are many ways to remove someone from power."  Hopping off the recreation of her desk, Ghanima picked up a marker and twirled it between her fingers.  "Assassination, a military coup, a legalized change in the laws of succession, an conspiracy by other family members, bribery, kidnapping, the list goes on and on."

( Bring on the revolution! )

"Remember – sometimes a failed revolution can do just as much good as a successful one, if you play your cards right.  However, is a dead revolutionary really a successful one, even if his or her cause succeeds?"  Ghanima leaned back against her desk, neon eyes swirling.  "I will leave that up for you to decide."

[OOC:  Wait for the OCD to go up, before you go have your fun!]

Networking to Success, Class 7, Wed, Period 1, (6/25/08)

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The class had been given handwavey notice to meet up with Nathan for a walk in town.

"For our final session we're going to be dealing with the ultimate form of networking: Getting to where the people are. This requires skills beyond handshakes and business cards. It'll be tough. Nobody here is going to be an expert by the end of the day, but the sooner you start the sooner you have even a remote chance of having success in this area."

Nathan finally stopped in front of Wonders of the World. "Golf. More deals are made out on the links then almost anywhere else. Of course we don't have a proper course on the island, but I think mini-golf will do in a pinch."

Nathan gestured for them all to go ahead. "Sign in, then go have fun. See if you can beat my score if you're feeling brave."

[ooc: OCD up!]

Paranoia & First Aid, Period 3, 25 Jun '08

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Today the Danger Shop looked like a classroom, with one wall removed, backing onto a beach, where the temperature was degrees hotter. Standing in the shade of the remaining walls Mohinder waited as the students arrived.

"Dehydration, or fluid loss," said Mohinder, "Heatstroke can give you a headache, make you tired and dizzy. The longer your temperature is elevated, the worse the symptoms - a 5 or 10 percent drop will need hospitalization." Mohinder went on to discuss countering a heat wave.

"A hangover is a mild form of alcohol induced dehydration. Nausea, vomiting..." Mohinder paused - letting the students fill in the blanks. "The symptoms are unpleasant but temporary, and there are a number of attempts to alleviate the the symptoms - though feel free to make your own inventions instead, and have a good summer."

[OCD is up!]

How to Be the Best at What You Do - Thursday, Period 2

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When everyone gathered in the Danger Shop, Logan got right to it. "Okay, bubs. You know what you're best at, you know what you gotta do. Use your thing to take me down. If there's no buttock to ground contact, it doesn't count. Let's see what you've got and don't hold back. I can take anything you give me."

Logan paused. "Also, none of you have made me want to stab anyone. That's better than most of the classes I've taught. Congrats."

[OOC: Up early for interaction since I won't be around tomorrow until evening as per usual. And seriously, go all out on him. He has a handy healing factor that'll keep him alive. That should be clear with at least one person's attempt.]

Chemistry for Anarchists, Thursday, Period 4

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Class was in the Danger Shop again, and the room looked like a city street under the stark light of the moon. It was lined with identical low-rise tan office buildings, set on lots surrounded by high chain-link fences. Tyler waited outside one such building, arms folded around himself as he waited for the students to assemble.

"First things," he began without preamble. "If you know me at all, you know I don't like to apologize. But I will say last week's class was a mistake. I should've done a straight session on fertilizer bombs, not gotten into ... the rest of it. Anyhow, if you have something to say to me about it, I'll be around after class and my office hours are still Mondays."

"Though it does kind of lead into what we're doing this class. Because this week, for our final, you can bring a building down." He paused, watching the students for any reaction. When it was quiet once more, he went on.

"Right, so this is the deal. Each of these buildings represents the HQ for the most evil scum you can imagine. They eat babies, they pollute, they support Barry Manilow's recording career, whatever. And your job is to take them out. You have two choices: Big boom or sneak attack."

"If you go for a big boom, you get into the lot and detonate a fertilizer bomb or nitroglycerin around the building. It goes up, you run, the evildoers can't recover. Done. You just need to hope your evacuation order went through, 'cause if anyone was in there, they aren't coming out."

"But that's not the only choice. You can also go for sneak attack. If you go that way, you use small bombs like C4 and Molotov cocktails to break into the property, steal a folder of crucial information in the main conference room, and sneak out, blowing up however much you want to on the way. Problem is, a, there's no proof anybody will believe what's in the folder, and b, you could get caught before you do anything. But do this right and there's no chance of collateral damage. Then once the building's down -- or not-down, however you're doing it -- you get to tell me what you did and why."

"You're paired for this, and there's one group of three. I know the idea of a lone wolf is all romantic, but in the real world, you'd probably have to work with other people to get anything done. Or not sleep." Which was Tyler's favored approach. "Anyhow, the bomb-making supplies are in that workshop area. Questions? Ask me or Miss Hammond."

"And you have all been a fantastic class. Thank you."

Flight and Flying, Period 5, Thursday 6/26

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After handwavily informing the class to meet him on the causeway, Murdock waited almost impatiently for his students. He ginned and waved once they had all arrived. "So we've made it to the last class. Hard to believe it, really."

"For today's class, something special. Actual flight. That's why I asked you all to come here. We're going to the airport in Toamasina and we're going to go up in a small turboprop plane."

"You'll all take turns at flying, from the co-pilot side. I'll stay in the main pilot's seat and handle the take-off and landing." He looked over each of his students, "It has been an honor to work with you all and get to know some of you. Hopefully I'll be seein' some of you again in my next class," he grinned.

"So are we ready? Off we go! Into the wild blue yonder!"

(ocd! in a sec)

Galactic Vacationing - Wednesday, Period 4

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The Danger Shop was disappointingly set up like a classroom today. The Doctor was at the front, glasses on, feet propped up on the desk as he lounged in what looked to be a very comfortable chair. "Last workshop of the term. No running or jumping or bad reality television today. Today," the Doctor said, leaping up from his seat, "I want you to the one most important thing you've learned from your experiences during this course." He looked at Toby and Kevin if they were there. "Yours should be 'getting naked in public doesn't solve everything'."

The classroom flickered out of existence for the briefest of seconds. The Doctor looked up with a frown. "A little glitch," he assured the class. "Nothing to worry abo-" The classroom disappeared again and left them in darkness. Anyone sitting on desks or chairs would have fallen on their backsides once the classroom and all its contents disappeared. "Okay, nobody panic. Probably a simple malfunction."

"Mummy?"

The Doctor turned on a light and the class found themselves scattered across the ground floor of an old house, probably one you'd find in 1940s London. Staying very still for a moment, the Doctor looked at each of the students within his line of sight. His expression wasn't that of someone who was worried, per se, so much as as someone who was very, very interested and a little suspicious of what was coming next. "That wasn't supposed to happen."

The voice of a boy outside the front door could be heard through the house again.

"Are you my mummy?"

The History of Sex: Workshop 7, Period 3 (Thursday, June 26)

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( The Final Exam )

[ooc: *sniffle* NOTE: "hu" is a pronoun used in place of him/her his/hers he/she because I am lazy.]