Flight Club [Flight Shed, 2pm]

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It was their last club meeting before the break and, with finals still ongoing, Gavin figured a nice, light meeting would probably be for the best.

"Hey everyone," Gavin said, nodding. "Hope finals are going well for you all. We're almost through them and then we get a nice break. Anyway, it's going to be a light, choose your poison kind of day. You can hop into the sim if you want and fly around, release some stress or you can sit and chat, eat cookies and stuff and take the time to unwind if you've already had some finals."

He nodded to the spread of moddable snacks and drinks.

"Thanks for coming out and I hope to see you all back here next year. We'll be getting a little more in depth into the flying machines of you all so that'll be fun. Until then, good luck on finals and have a good holiday."

Sex Ed, Wednesday, Period Two

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When it seemed very obvious that Edward wasn't coming in today, Chuck decided to take matters into his own hands. God help everyone else in the class.

"Once again, I'm afraid Mr. Cullen won't be making it into class. But he left me in charge of your final," Chuck lied smoothly. "I'm not much for written exams so today we'll do something practical. And the good news is, it's an easy A."

Chuck smirked. "You all have to kiss me. And, no, I'm not kidding. Make it good. I won't give out A's for kisses you'd give your grandma. And if some of you don't meet certain aesthetic requirements you get an A anyways just for showing up today."

What Chuck meant by that was that if he didn't feel like kissing you then you would get an A just for going through life being an unattractive troll. He thought that was very generous.

"You might be wondering what this has to do with Sex Ed. Well, you're not going to be able to use what you've learned in this class if nobody wants to screw you in the first place," he said. "And I've always felt practice makes perfect. So line up and pop in a mint or something."

[You all can blame gameknowsgame for this. Wait for OCD up!]

Survive Your Own Cooking - 3rd period - (12/17)

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There wasn't a teacher in the classroom to greet his eager young students today. Oh, no. That came about five minutes into the normal class period.

In the shape of a dingo running in and leaping up onto the desk.

What? Like he'd give up cookies just because they might kill him if they had chocolate.

It was a bare few seconds before the dingo was followed, at a much less eager pace, by a very large man with a metal arm. "Sorry, kids," he said, "I always seem to wind up in a scene where your professor's involved..."

The dingo seemed to give him a Look for that, sniffing at the air and pacing on the desktop. There was food here and he was going to eat it aaaall. At least, that's what the long howl seemed to imply.

Cable scraped his throat. "I believe you have a final for today," he ventured, "But I doubt he made notes."

That only got a low, drawn out yodeling bark to explain how his delicate process worked. Or maybe it was insulting Cable's heritage. Both were distinct possibilities.

"You're not getting any ham tonight," Cable informed the dingo, "Entire African nations could live off what you eat..." He paused, glancing back at the class. "If he left you any instructions at all..."

Deadpool sat his butt down and gave them all expectant looks. Because he needed those treats to live.

[[Written with the awesome for putting up with my crappy work killing my brain spring_lost]]

Physics with trees, Period 1, 17 Dec '08

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The classroom was equipped with its standard array of desks, chairs and glassware. Mohinder was at the front of the room, going over paperwork as class assembled.

"All right, everyone," began Mohinder. "This is your final, and I hope you're all prepared or skilled at improvisation."

"There are a series of questions for you to answer," he handed out the papers, "Once you've completed them you can go."

[OCD is up!]

Library [17.12]

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It was a close thing, but Karal and Altra made it back from Valdemar just in time to open the library. (It's okay - they brought Aravis, Dean and the two critters back, as well.)

Of course, neither of them had had a great deal of sleep while away, and nothing even resembling downtime. Which would be why it took them a little while to realise Karal had just filled the kettle with eggnog.

In their defence, it had come out of the tap.