Destiny & Free Will, Week VI [Monday, Period 4]

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As students arrived today, they might notice Ghanima had actually written on the chalkboard for once:

Sarv-gyaata  |  Sarv-samarth  |  Sarv-vyapt 

"Good morning, students," she said clearly.  "Today we study the the 'omni' categories.  Omniscient, omnipotent, and omnipresent."

( Most powerful is he who has himself in his own power. -- Seneca )

"So, I would like you to pair up and discuss.  What do you think is most important for a divine being that's writing destiny?  Which of the Omnis is most compatible with the idea of free will?  Which is the most incompatible?  Do you feel omnipresence is part of the other two, or is it something that can stand separately.  Can you be omniscient if you are not omnipresent?  Team up, and decide."

"Oh, and anyone who missed last week?  Please come see me at my desk after class."


[OOC:  OCD UP!]

Art Appreciation and Protection (Week 6, Period 2, 8/10)

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"Today is our next-to-last class, so I feel I should tell you that next week's class will not take place in the Danger Shop here, but at a gallery in town. Be prepared to bring any tools you believe you'd need to stage a break-in." Sophie's smile was wide.

"Now. Today's assignment." She hit a button and the setting changed to an opulent palace, Tibetan and Chinese in design, with a ceremonial dagger encased in glass on a raised dais in the middle of a throne room. "The Phurba, or kila, from Tibet. Currently in the possession of an insane warlord. The three sides of the blade represent the blade's power to transform negative energies known as the "three poisons" of attachment, delusion, and fear. Only those who are initiated in its use can wield it. His possession of this artifact gives him great symbolic power inside his domain." Sophie's eyebrows went up. "Get into this palace, and past his guards, to retrieve the dagger, and the people of his country go free from his brutal reign, as the loss of the dagger and status will turn his own men against him."

"Good luck."

[OCD on the way!]

How to be Awesome | Week 6 | Period 6 | Mon. 8/10

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( This isn't Barney Stinson singing this song - that would be really lame! )

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Ethics & Etiquette - 1st Period - 8/10

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Today was a good day for class. It was a million and a half degrees out and Deadpool was clutching a fan like he was gonna end up marrying the damn thing. Oh, a full body costume was a baaaad idea.

"My brain has melted, can't we make 'em watch a movie?"

At least Deadpool was wearing cotton. Steve could tell a few stories about slogging through the jungle in the Pacific theater wearing leather and mail. "That would be shirking our responsibilities." His tone said exactly how he felt about that.

Which got a very teenage eyeroll and sigh from Deadpool. "Fiiiine. Today we're learning about how to work on a team and not end up strangling people in their sleep."

"No matter how much you may be tempted to," Steve added. "Not that I would know anything about that." Sometimes he could lie with the best of them.

"Riiiiight. So how about we make up a handy dandy list of ways to treat our co-workers when they get on our nerves that doesn't involve attempted murder. Like, for instance, your teammate has suddenly gained crazy new powers and is being a massive douche, how do you respond?" Deadpool asked. "And don't say you'll talk it out because that's just B.S. and you all know it."

"Talking it out can work," Steve protested. "Don't be so quick to discount it." Except for when it didn't, Tony. "Or say you and your teammate are having a disagreement and your teammate has sided with the people shooting at you. How do you handle that?" Tony. Possibly Steve had issues.

"...sleep with them?" Oh, Deadpool. The heat made you bitchy.

Steve stared at Wade as he slowly turned bright red, and when he regained the ability to speak, "How did you kn--it wasn't--no, Wade." He turned to address the class and say firmly, "Sex solves nothing. Talking is a much better option." Or, you know, an actual pitched battle in Times Square.

And changing the face of a company for years to come until people get bored and bring you back while the other guys is randomly schtupping his secretary whose husband he yanked from life support with that crazy technopathy thingy.

...What? No one said Marvel was sane.

"Okay! So how about you all pair off and come up with scenarios for each other and then figure out a solution, hmmmmm? Be nice and fun and whoever brings me ice cream gets an A."

"Yes," Steve said, still blushing furiously. "Let's do that. But you don't have to bring us ice cream, really."

"Do too!"