Karaoke For Fun And Profit #1 [Monday, Period 4, 7/7]

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A little bit of ice -- okay, maybe a lot of ice -- couldn't ruin Mike's good mood. It helped that today's Danger Shop simulation was in his second favorite Las Vegas nightclub.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Karaoke For Fun And Profit. And welcome to PURE!" said Mike. "My friend Delinda used to run this place for while, back when I was on tour. And like my singing gig, her tenure at PURE did not last long. She was bit more successful than I was, though, and got a better offer at Club Mystique. For those of you who are new to the workshop, my name is Mike Cannon, my aunt is Gladys Knight of Gladys Knight and the Pips, and I had the opportunity a few years back to go on tour with the Pips. It can be pretty tough breaking into the music business, though, especially when one of your fellow back-up singers tries to break your nose."

Mike decided that he'd said enough on that matter. "Why don't we move onto introductions? Tell us a little bit about yourself, and then, if you're feeling brave enough, go ahead and get on stage." He already had his own song picked out to start things off.

[OOC: Class information can be found here. Please wait for the OCD is up! Have at it.]

How to Be a Complete Bitch Without Trying, Workshop 1, Period 2 (Monday, July 7)

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( Bitchery 101 )

(OOC: please see here if you want more information on the class. HOORAY, BITCHINESS.)

Destiny & Free Will, #1 [Period 1, Monday, July 7]

[atreideslioness]

Ghanima was already in the classroom as the students assembled, leaning against her desk as they filed past her.  Holding a steaming mug of Spice in her hands, she subjected each person to an apparently disinterested inspection from her glowing blue-on-blue eyes. 

Not even a Bene Gesserit Truthsayer would have been able to tell what she was thinking. 

The moment the bell rang, her eyes snapped from the door to the children seated around the room.  “Good afternoon,” she said in a clear voice that carried effortlessly.  "This is Destiny and Free Will.  If you are in the wrong class, please consider this your opportunity to leave.  Although it is entirely possible that if you are here, then you are where you are supposed to be, no matter what it says on your schedule." 

"I am Lady Ghanima Atreides.  You may address me as Miss Atreides, Lady Ghanima, Miss Ghanima, or some variation thereof.  Be warned, however, that I do not answer to Lady Atreides.  Lady Atreides is my grandmother, the Lady Jessica, and I have no desire to claim that title from her.  For those of you whom I have had in class before," she smiled suddenly, looking far less severe.  "Welcome back."

"This class is designed to look at the differing opinions on predestination and freewill from a variety of religious, temporal, and philosophical schools of thought.  Regardless of any personal experiences you may have had on this topic, I expect everyone to maintain a respectful and open mind towards the subject matter and your classmates.  Mocking destiny is a dangerous pastime, and not one I will permit during class hours," she said, collecting a stack of papers from her desk and walking down the rows to hand one to each student.  "What you do on your own time, however, is your business."

"This is your syllabus.  Be aware that it is subject to change at any time, unless a particular class is predestined to happen, in which case the syllabus is moot anyway, isn’t it?"  The smile she flashed the students was decidedly impish.  

"For now, I would like you to go around the room and introduce yourselves, and state for the record whether you believe in destiny, free will, or are currently undecided."

[OOC:  Please wait for the OCD to go up!  Have fun!]

Relationships: How To Do It The Right Way - Monday - Period Three

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Marshall couldn’t shake the feeling that he was being followed by someone (or something) and his nervousness probably showed when he came into class. He was looking under his desk when he noticed it was time for class to start.

“Oh hey--OW!” Marshall hit his hand on the underside of the desk. He waved his hand at his students. “Don’t worry about me, I’m used to doing that.”

“For those of you who don’t know me, I’m Marshall Eriksen and I’ll be teaching you about relationships this semester. I guess I should start by telling you about my relationship experience. Uh, I’m married to Lily Aldrin, who is teaching here. We’ve been married for almost three months now. I realize that’s not very long but I’ve been in the same relationship for almost ten years,” Marshall said, smiling. “So if you’re interesting in being in a long-term relationship, you’re not going to get a much better teacher than me.”

“I understand that some of you might have been in a relationship class with Professor Stinson before,” Marshall sighed and scratched his head. “It’s probably best if you just forget everything he’s ever taught you. The man knows how to pick up chicks but he’s not so good at keeping them. Mostly because he doesn’t want to.”

“So this semester we’re going to cover how to meet members of the opposite (or same) sex, what to do on dates, how to balance friendships and relationships, meeting the family and, most importantly, what to do when fights come up,” he said. “And they are going to come up. There’s no such thing as a fight-free relationship.”

“Today let’s start by introducing ourselves. Tell me your name, where you’re from, what you’re looking for in a significant other--Jesus!” Marshall thought he saw a flicker of movement coming from the corner of the room and jumped. “I-I’m sorry. Thought I saw something...awful.”

Marshall looked warily over at the corner again but saw nothing. “If you have any questions for me feel free to see me after class.”

[OCD up!]

Library [07/07]

[likethegun]

Workshops were on again, and that meant Sam was back in the library. He was a little later than usual, since he had a workshop first period, but he actually kind of preferred it that way. It meant he got to spend the rest of the day basking in the books without interruption.

How to Keep Your Neck in Modeling: A Mercenary's Guide to Fashion - Fifth Period - 07/07

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Once the class had all arrived, Deadpool narrowed his eyes at all of them.

"Gooood morning kiddos. First day of class, you know the drill." A beat. "Think of it as an audition tape for a reality show. Tell us all your hopes and dreams and nightmares, and why you can't go near the octopus at the aquarium because there's some horrible childhood trauma involving you father, a fifth of scotch and a tentacley fist-fight gone horribly wrong that ends with weird sucker shaped marks for weeks."

Deadpool cleared his throat.

"Not that I expect that to have happened. But man would that be fun..."

He pointed and snapped at the group of them. "Tell us all about you and why you're a fabulous model based on your life experiences and horrible trauma/disease that makes you plucky and full of vigor to do this anyway."