Mercing 101: Make it as a Mercenary and Still Stay in One Piece, Wed 7/9, Period 4

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Sitting at the desk in the front of the room, Murdock shook his head at his class. "Wow. And here I was hopin' the size of the roster list was just a typo." He shrugged, "Oh well. This means we can get more up close and personal."

He shifted away from the teacher's desk and commandeered a smaller one next to his students. "Better," he grinned. "So two of you already know me, but I'll say it again for the benefit of...our other students." The apparent robot was a throwing him a bit. "H.M. Murdock. Just call me Murdock. Or Captain, if you prefer. Just don't call me Duncan."

"Anywaaaay, since our class is so small, I figure we can keep things on a less formal level. Incidentally, it just happens to work out that there's four of us," he grinned slyly. "And I happen to be very familiar with working as part of four-man team. Or...," he glanced at his students, "a two gal, one guy and a robot team. Hm." This was going to be interesting.

"But first I wanna know why you signed up for this. What to do you aim to get out of this class and all kinda that stuff. So I got a couple of questions for ya..."

(Minor class stuff here. Today's class is all discussion and is contained in the OCD. up!wait for it plz.)

Informed Investments -- Wednesday; Third Period -- 07/09

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When they came into the classroom, the students of the (eee!) shopping class would find at the front of the room one very excited temporary teacher and a giant basket of muffins. She waited until she was sure that they were all there, but, really, if she'd miscounted or missed anyone, it was too bad because she was too thrilled to hold back any more.

"Good morning!" she greeted them all with incessant vibrant cheerfulness. "I'm glad to see you've made it; please, help yourself to some muffins. I just made them this morning for you all and there's some milk, too, to help wash them down. It's the first class, so, as a rule, we get to take it nice and easy today."

( Nice and easy with a side of a lot of insanely cheerful babbling )

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SiwS ...or how not to get caught, Period 2, 9 Jul '08

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"Good morning," Mohinder said, sitting on the desk at the front of the classroom. He looked round at the students, noting new and familiar faces. "I am Dr Mohinder Suresh, instructor for this forensics-based workshop, and the TA is Adah Price," he said, nodding at her assuming she's there. But to start, I'd like to know who I'm teaching. Your name, when and where you were before Fandom, and your most useful tool in an investigation."

After the introductions were complete, Mohinder continued in this vain. "Applying science to an investigation follows certain procedures. We need to be sure of what is - the weapon was this gun, he was there then, this document came from that printer."

"With that in mind, write a short physical descriptions of someone in Fandom." Mohinder pointed at the sketchpads lying on the desks. "Then sketch from each others' descriptions. How accurate a picture can you make?"

[OCD is up!]

How to Blow Things Up: Week 1, Period 5

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"Morning, all," she said with a grin.  "For those of who who don't know me, I'm Alianne of Pirate's Swoop.  Feel free to call me Aly, if you have a need to be formal, duani is also acceptable, but the first person to call me Miss Aly gets things thrown at them.  The class is How to Blow Things Up.  Hopefully explosions are acceptable to all of you-" she rocked back on her heels with a smile - "Because we're going to make a lot of them."

"But not quite today.  Today I want to get to know you and talk about a few important things before anything gets blown up.  First of all, not all of our classes are going to be in the Danger Room.  We're going to be working with real explosives with the real possibility of people getting hurt.  That means that if we're working with them and I tell you to do something, you need to do it immediately.  No questions, no what-ifs, no counterpoints, get down or get out of the way or stop what you're doing." 

"If you think that's going to be a problem for you, that's fine, but you need to go find a new class now."

"Secondly, this is a class about explosives - C4, hand grenades, TNT, the like.  We're going to have a class on magical ways, but outside of that , if you have special abilities that allows you to blow up things - or set them on fire -" she glanced at Zuko if he was there "I'd prefer the focus stay on the more chemical explosives."

"And finally," she began passing out what looked like basic floorplans of the school.  "For the last class, you're each going to design a strategy for blowing up the school.  I realise the idea is a bit passé after the past year, but let's pretend it's not the case.  Take the floorplans, take a look at them, and keep the project in mind as the workshop progresses."

She paused, watching the class.  "Now that that's out of the way, why don't you all introduce yourselves - even those I've already met, yes, and tell me a bit about yourself as well as your familiarity or experience with making things go boom." 

[OOC:  OCD is coming up yay]

Basic Cryptozoology - Wednesday - First Period - 7/9

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Detective Crown Investigator Abigail Irene Garrett watched her students as they filtered into the room, her eyes keen and her expression thoughtful. Once they'd all sat down, she started to speak.

"Cryptozoology. Literally translated, it means the 'study of hidden animals', the study of and search for animals which fall outside of contemporary zoological catalogues. It consists of two primary fields of research: the search for living examples of animals taxonomically identified through fossil records, but which are believed to be extinct, and the search for creatures that fall outside of taxonomic records due to the necessary inclusion of magic in their creation or evolution. These are the types of things you'd find in myths, legends, or undocumented sightings.

"I realize that this subject might become quite varied depending on the world that each student comes from, but I have hopes that we can instead use the wide range of experience and experienced environments to benefit us all instead of to hold us in an unnecessary stranglehold based on a limited definition."

She took the opportunity to walk out from behind her desk to instead lean against it as she addressed the class.

"My name is Lady Abigail Irene Garrett. You may refer to me as Doctor Garrett, Professor, or DCI Garrett." She smiled at the class as if sharing a private joke. "To be honest, I'll probably respond most quickly to the last. In my own world, I work as a forensic sorceress for the British Crown, which more often than not leads me to handling such creatures as we'll be discussing in the coming weeks.

"Today, we won't really be covering all that much. I'd much rather learn a little about all of you, as well as a little about the places you're coming from and your own practical experience with our subject. So let's get some introductions accomplished while I hand out the syllabus and a small survey I'd like each of you to complete for the sake of everyone's comfort. I will also be waiting after class for anyone interesting in being my teaching assistant."

She smiled again.

"Mary, my maid, would no doubt appreciate it most heartily if someone was interested in the position."

[ocd coming up!][back a lil' bit later have some work to do]

Childhood Games, Class #1, Thursday

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E-mails had handwavily been sent out to let the students know to meet in the Danger Shop, which was set up today to look like a playground. Lily was standing inside, smiling and waving them in, always glad to have a new class. Even if this one was a lot taller than what she was used to.

"Hi," Lily greeted them. "Welcome to Childhood Games. I'm Lily Aldrin, and I'll be your teacher for this workshop. Now, I do teach for a living, but it tends to be towards kindergartners. Which, okay, may be who I geared this class towards, but I figure, why can't you guys have some fun, right? Normally I want to meet outside by the campgrounds, because it's more fun, but that doesn't really work so well when you're in Antarctica. At least not if you don't want it to end in a clinic visit, which is not happening on day one. Also, one last note before we start, I don't have a TA yet, and this is the easiest class ever. If you want in, see me afterwards.

"For our first class, I want everyone to stand up and tell the class your name and something interesting about yourself. And then we're going to start off simple, playing a game called Telephone. If you're new to this planet, the telephone is a thing you use to talk to people when you're not in the same room with them that's not yelling. How you play is that one person starts off by whispering something in the next person's ear. Anything. It could be silly or serious, just please keep it clean. This is a playground today, you know. The one who heard it whispers what they heard to the next person, who whispers it to the next person, and at the end we see what we end up with. Any questions?

"All right, introductions first. Let's start with... you," she said, nodding at someone at random.