Creative Writing [Tuesday, 5th Period]

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Rick had sent an email to meet in the computer lab this week, where he sat with his laptop, waiting for the class to arrive.

"Afternoon all," Rick greeted them, closing the lid of the computer as he stood up.

( Character... )

[OOC: OCD is up!]

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Criminal Justice: Wednesday

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Gibbs had left word for the entire class to meet him at the Main Campfire for today's class, rain or shine, however Gibbs was no where to be seen.

A few minutes later Gibbs was marching through the campfire shouting at everyone to get their gear.

( Let's get your butts moving... )

( The OOC: )

a guide to getting past life's little quirks | wednesday | period 2 | july 15

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The class was being held in an actual classroom today just as a precautionary measure. After all, if people got into the lesson, he didn't need wanderers by wondering what the hell he was teaching the kids. Hence, the classroom.

( and we have talking )

Survival | Week 2 | Period 1 | Wed. 7/15

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Survival class was in the Danger Shop gymnasium again, but this time Ronon had his whistle and clipboard. No Barbie, sadly enough.

Once they'd arrived, he got started. "So, we did the introductions last week and if you're still here, you must wanna learn about surviving something. Today we're starting with running. Chances are if you're fast, the bad guys might not catch you. Out-running what's chasing you is step one to survival." They might notice the nicely marked off running lanes around the gymnasium. "I should know, I was what's called a Runner in my galaxy for seven years. The Wraith stuck a chip in my back to track me while they chased me from one planet to the next. Running was the difference between life and death." There as no amusement in his tone. Ronon's gruff voice was even lower and more serious while he described that bit of his past.

"You're not playing the hero in this class. When somebody chases you, you run. You're on your own out there, moving as fast as you can - eight laps around the gym. That's two miles for you kids from Earth. Do it fast and we'll see about getting out early."

If they managed to do it at all. "First dress out, then get started. I'm timing you."

Library [07/15]

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Sam had gotten into research mode as he'd headed to the library for his shift. Between looking for more people like himself - those who had been visited by Yellow Eyes, although he still didn't know if there really were any - and now trying to find out anything he could about Castiel, he had plenty to do and thankfully, plenty of time in which to do it.

Basic and Thaumaturgical Forensics - Wednesday, Period Four - 7/15

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The Danger Shop had been transformed for this class; it now resembled nothing so much as a New Amsterdam alleyway, a little dirty, largely dark, and somewhat foreboding.

"Welcome to today's class. As your syllabus said, today we are studying the crime scene. While my current position means that I usually come to the scene after the police have already done quite a lot of work, you will not always be so lucky.

"So... your first job is to find the body. Your second is to notice as many pieces of information as possible, and your last is to figure out, from the clues left to you, what your next step should be. I would like you to work in teams; help each other, try and find someone with a different skillset from you, or someone who might pick up what you wouldn't think of."

[ocd up, sorry this is up so late!]

Tactics - 7/16

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( Cut for Length and NWS Language. Yo. )

Fashion! Releasing Your Inner Superhero, etc. [Thursday, July 16, 1st period]

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"Today we will begin the most important part of your costumes!" Edna announced as she wheeled in a hanging rack full of spandex body suits. Oh, you lucky people, you. (Don't ask how that last one snuck in there. It had been a Very Terrible Costume Concept.) "Measurements!"

She ignored any horrified looks or attempts to hide under tables. "I will be measuring you so that the costumes you create for yourselves will fit! While you are waiting, come up with two preliminary concepts for your ensemble--include your logo from last week on one of them--and then ask a fellow student to critique!"

When she opened her mouth next, she wasn't speaking. She was, well, singing. There was also some softshoe-ing. You're never fully dressed without a smile, after all, darlings.

When her musical interlude was over, she made shooing motions, pretending like absolutely nothing had happened. "Go! Scatter! Create!" She pointed at one student at random. "Except you. You get to wear Spandex first, darling."