Keeping Your Advantage: Terrain and You, Week VII [Monday, Period 4]

[atreideslioness]

"Welcome to your last official class of the semester," Ghanima said as the students arrived. "Today, we're looking at a type of terrain that is near and dear to my heart: the desert."

( History is written on the sands of Arrakis )

"The sign-up sheet will be on the door of my office until next Monday." Another wave of her hand, and the worms vanished as she turned back to them. "Now go play, and no throwing snakes at each other."

[OCD up]

Spy Games, Monday, 6/22, Period 5

[saveyoulater.livejournal.com]

Today, the Danger Shop was arranged to look like an elegant formal ballroom, with heavy chandeliers, a string quartet playing jazz tunes in the corner, and a buffet of light finger foods. Sarah, dressed to kill in a red gown slit almost up to there, smiled as she greeted the class.

"Welcome to your final," she said. "There are two key things somewhere in this room. One is a suspect called La Ciudad. All you know about this individual is that he or she is a Colombian national suspected of smuggling drugs and weapons, especially weapons. The other is La Ciudad's information drop -- the papers he or she is passing along to a contact. Your job is to recover one or both of these things by the end of class without making anyone suspicious. The hotel has its own security, and La Ciudad does not travel alone. Things could get dangerous."

"You'll be working in teams of three. On each team, one person is the analyst. This person knows how to interpret the papers but must be protected. The other two are both agents. It helps if one of you is the muscle and bodyguard and the other does the investigating, but you can divide that up however you want to."

She pointed off to two side chambers, labeled GENTLEMEN and LADIES. "Right now, you have ten minutes to find your team and then get into appropriate cover to circulate at this event, including any weapons or supplies you wish to carry. You'll each be wearing a mike so you can talk to each other or to me."

She waited a second longer, then: "Go."

( RNG'd Team assignments behind here. )

[OOC: Up early because tomorrow a.m. looks busy. Wait for OCD is all done!]

Arts & Crafts [Period 1, 6-21]

[screwyoumarvel]

The class had handwavily been notified to meet outside today, and to wear clothes they wouldn't mind completely ruining. When they arrived at the gathering place, they would find a large tarp on the ground with a large piece of canvas laid out in the middle of it and weighted down at the edges, and a lot of paint. There were pans of paint, squirt bottles of paint, paint-filled supersoakers, and sponges and rags that could be soaked in the paint. Their teacher was standing to one side, dressed in a paint-spattered Army t-shirt and pair of sweats, with no shoes.

"First things first, shoes off and to the side," Steve requested. "We don't want to trash those." Once they'd taken care of that, he said, "I hope you've had fun the last few weeks. I've enjoyed having you. This is my traditional way of ending this workshop and letting you let off a little steam and have fun in the process of creating a piece of collaborative art. Which is to say...PAINT FIGHT."