Underwater Basket Weaving as a Metaphor for Organising Your Life, Tuesday, Period 2

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"Good morning, class," Lulu said, as the class gathered at the pool. It was a little cooler here in Australia than it had been before, so she and Juli had decided to move back indoors. And also today's lesson benefited from a more strictly controlled environment. "Today, we're going to focus on learning a skill from my homeworld. It's not something you can master in a day, so what I'm going to do is give you the basics, and hopefully you'll be able to go away with it and go further on your own.

"Essentially, people on my world have learned to hold their breath for indefinite periods of time, while being highly active. It's something that anyone can learn, and doesn't seem to rely on any of the magical skills available on my planet, so I thought it would work here in class, as well. The primary example of where this is used is in the sport known as Blitzball; competitors play within a large sphere of water, and must rely on their ability to hold their breath while playing this very physical sport -- there's not really any way to surface for air during a game."

“This is dangerous,” Juli said firmly. “You’re not to try it outside of class, unless you’re in the presence of someone who knows what they are doing. The average human being can hold their breath underwater for approximately forty-five to seventy-five seconds. What we’re teaching you is something quite similar, but nonetheless, caution rules.” She smiled faintly, and held up a stop-watch. “Having said what the average is, let’s see what one person can do. Miss Lulu?”

Lulu nodded. "My personal best, while remaining mostly still, is up to seven minutes. Certainly not enough to play blitz, but still rather beyond the norm, as I am given to understand it." She dove into the water.

Starting the timer, Juli nonchalantly turned back to the class. “You will be attempting to stay underwater utilizing the same technique that Miss Lulu is currently putting to the test. This activity is to be done in pairs, and if we see anyone not taking this seriously we will not hesitate in landing all involved with detention. Have fun, but pay attention and concentrate.”

After a period of time, Lulu surfaced, and climbed out of the water. "How did I do?" she asked, with a bit of a smile.

Juli smiled, glancing at the timer. “Seven minutes, twenty-three seconds!" she announced.

Lulu's smiled widened a bit. "A new personal best," she said, before diving back into the water. "It's really quite simple," she continued, and then went on to handwavily, because I am so not coming up with an actual explanation for this explain how the trick was done.

"Well?" Juli asked, glancing at the class. "What are you waiting for? Pair up, get in the water, and we'll begin practicing." A pause, and a sly smile. "And try not to drown."

[OCD is up! Have at!]

How to Not get Killed - Week 4 - Tuesday

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The class today was set up like a giant flat field of silver squares as far as the eye could see. Nothing more, nothing less.

It was kinda depressing really.

If you didn’t count that their teacher was completely covered in paint except for the part where he’d just peeled off his shirt. “Uh… hi guys!” He laughed sheepishly. “Welcome welcome, this morning is going to be a game of thinking skills rather than physical and will need a little bit of luck, as you can see.” He motioned to the paint covering himself and his clothing.

“Out on that field there are hidden mines. If you set them off you’ll be covered with paint. Your goal today is to find the mines that are out there and mark them with the flags you’ll see on the wall behind me,” he said and pointed over his shoulder. “Now before you start thinking this is going to be impossible, around the field there are number markers that you need to reveal by stepping on them. The number shown will tell you how many tiles around you have a mine underneath them and it can be up to eight. Granted I know that that would mean that you’d be surrounded, but once you flag the mine, it becomes harmless and you can step on it. The first row of squares are all safe, so everyone pick a spot to start and have fun!”

[Plz wait for the OCDAll set and read through all of the OOC before posting!]

Library [7.29]

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"Come on out!"  Anemone called, peering down the rows of the library as she looked for the frightened ball of fluff.  "I'm sorry!  I didn't mean to throw you into that shelf, you just scared me!  Honest!" 

Gulliver was, quite possibly, laughing.

The Fandom Library was open, but beware any bears hiding atop the tallest stacks of the library.


[OOC:  Brain fried, we're OCD Free, baby.]

The Right Tools, Tuesday Period Four

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“Today, we are concerned with handguns.” Kerrigan had done away with the coat; the cargo pants and tank top she’d enjoyed wearing when she was human were doing something of a job of covering her up, still, but the wings protruded proudly behind her. She was just going to ignore it. “I’m sure you’re all jumping holes in the air about it.”( Cut for TL;DR. )

She nodded at the table, which had a bunch of identical 9mm semi-automatics set on it. Again, simulated. “None of these are loaded,” she told the class, “so don’t even think about it. This is just your chance to get a feel for it: where can you hide it best? How do the parts fit together? How does it lie in your hand? Know the basics of your weapon before you drag one into battle, and for god’s sake, don’t put your finger on that trigger unless you’re about to fire it. That’s a lot of power in one chunk of metal; don’t ever treat it lightly.”

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Basic Auto Mechanics, Session 4, Tuesday period 1

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The students found themselves back in the garage this week, still with a work area for each of them.

"Good morning," John said. "Last week, we covered part of the basic maintanance you need to do for a car, with changing the oil. This week, we're going to cover something that you may find yourself needing to do on the side of the road -- changing a tire." As he had the week before, he demonstrated the proper technique first.

"Okay," he said, when he finished. "Your turn."

[ooc: wait for ocd is up]

Enjoying Those Teenage Years [period 5, Tuesday]

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"Hello, children!" Today, the class was meeting in a normal classroom, which was kind of disappointing for Robin, but such was life. "Today, our focus is dating, sex, all that good stuff. Now, before anyone thinks otherwise, I'm not infringing on Mar -- um, Mr. Eriksen's territory here. He and I have somewhat different approaches to this topic -- see also how he and L...Ms. Aldrin have been together since you guys were in diapers, and I kept up a streak of dating random guys from the age of sixteen to...well, the last couple years. You don't need to know how old I am."

( depending on your workplace filters and such, today's class may be slightly nws omg (but only a tiny bit!) )

Merc'ing 101: How to Make It as a Mercenary and Still Stay in One Piece, Wed 7/30

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Murdock was once again in the Danger Shop, awaiting his students. After they'd arrived, he flicked on the program, and a countryside landscape appeared, much like the one from last week. But this had a few differences; it wasn't gentle hills of open grassland and it was flat. A treeline denoting the start of a large forest butted up against the field.

"Fandom's an interesting place," he started speaking as he strolled around. "Full of all kinds of interesting people from far-off worlds, different realities and universes. Somewhere out there," he pointed upward, "there's a universe that's constantly at war. Or at least it seems that way from what I've read so far."

"Numerous races make up this universe, and they have been at war with each other since the beginning of time. Elves, dwarves, humans, undead, ogres, orcs..." he stopped pacing long to face his students for a brief moment, "sometimes they even fight against their own kind, dependin' upon the race."

"Rarely, very rarely, do they team up and fight against a greater foe. But they will if the threat is great enough. Some refuse to fight on the same side with a certain race, no matter what. Particular groups of humans, like some of the religious sects," he shook his head, "just won't work with undead, for example."

"Interestingly," he tapped a finger against his lips as if he were thinking something over, "mercenary troops are found here too. Various bands of hired-for-pay men, commonly known as the 'Dogs of War', though there are different regiments within that larger grouping."

"Today," he grinned slightly, "we'll be part of one of those regiments, called upon by The Empire and The High Elf kingdom to stand against a combined force of Beastmen and Skaven. Won't it be fun!"

(the usual hoopla: yep! more stuff in ocd. welcome to the class of linky doom! the ones in the main post give you actual info about the races, the ones in the ocd give a few pics of some of what these things look like. wait til it's up, plz. have at!)