Friday, August 22nd, 2008

[identity profile] goodgirlmeg.livejournal.com
There was a Meg standing in front of the class today rather than the Tyler that was usually there. She looked way more cheerful than any human being had any right to be this early in the morning.

"Okay, so Professor Durden has some stuff to do that's not here so that's why I'm standing here today and not him. Don't worry, I'm not going to teach anything. It's the last day of class and I don't think any of you would listen to me if I tried to teach anyways," she said. Meg also knew that some people couldn't handle the bouncy spaz that was her in the mornings. "Today we're going to watch a movie that has nothing to do with this class but, oh my god, is Russell Crowe hot in that little man-skirt."

"OH!" Meg bounced again. "Professor Durden told me to tell you that you guys rocked. And I agree. I'll even add an 'you're awesome'. You're awesome. There. Okay, movie time!"
[identity profile] canlendyouahand.livejournal.com
The Danger Shop was once more a castle, (one that should look familiar, as it had appeared in the class a few times), and the students would find themselves standing on the battlements once they'd entered.

In the distance, winding up the road to the castle, a mob of angry villagers could be seen. And yes, every single one was wielding flaming torches.

Igor grinned as he faced his students. "All of you have the potential to make excellent Igorth. You performed each tathk I thet you, and you never quethtioned the morality of them. You jutht did your jobth. Thith ith our latht clath, and I underthtand final examth are traditional. Yourth hath only one quethtion."

He stepped to the side and gestured over the edge. The mob had arrived and were pounding on the doors; it would only be a matter of time until they broke through, and nothing in the castle would surive. "You are all Igorth, you have therved your matherth well, but now the flaming torcheth have arrived. What do you do?"

A door appeared out of thin air, leading out of the danger shop. "Remember what I told you, the motht important thing an Igor mutht remember. You can leave onthe you've anthwered." With a quick grin, Igor walked out the door, and it stayed open behind him.

[Pleathe wait for OCD UP.]

Library [22.08]

Friday, August 22nd, 2008 08:49 pm
[identity profile] vkandis-son.livejournal.com
Karal and Altra opened the library, then settled down behind the counter to enter the shipment of new books into the system.

Karal still didn't like the computer, necessary evil though it was, but Altra was rather fond of using the mouse.

[flying footloose and OCD free]
doubleohblonde: (Bond is not unhappy)
[personal profile] doubleohblonde
The class had handwavily been told to meet at the park, where Bond stood, looking far too pleased with himself.

Good Morning, class... )

[Please wait for OCD up!]

[Roster|[Previous Classes]]
[identity profile] veryarthurdent.livejournal.com
As instructed last week, today's field trip was beginning with everyone meeting in the park outside of the big, blue police box. The Doctor was waiting there for them. Anyone who came more than five minutes late would miss out and find the TARDIS gone.

[OOC: More in the OCD!]

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