Criminal Justice: Wednesday

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Gibbs breezed into the classroom just as the bell rang. "Sit," he ordered everyone in the classroom. "No talking."

He took a long sip of coffee as he waited for the class to settle in. "Today we talk about interrogation. There's two categories of interrogation. The first category is strictly about gathering information. Here you interview everyone. Friends. Family. Co-workers. If the damn cat can talk, you get a statement. When you do this, pay attention to their answers. Ignore nothing. Someone uses a funny word choice? Make a note of it. Someone makes an off-hand comment? Note it. After you're done with these interviews? Verify everything. Why? Because people lie and usually they're pretty crappy about covering it up."

He took a breath and another couple of gulps of coffee. "The other type of interrogation is the kind you always see in cop shows. When you have evidence on a person of interest you get him or her and bring him into a room. Then you let that person sit and stew for a bit. Unless the person is a sociopath, this is usually the best way to loosen 'em up. Then you go in and you be intimidating. You're not the friendly guy with notepad taking a statement. You have evidence. You line it up in front of him. You tell him you think he's guilty and you nail him to the wall with it. Doesn't matter if the evidence is shaky. He doesn't know that. Even if that person isn't guilty he or she might let loose a bit of information that'll help with the case. If you make them cry and they are innocent? Too bad. The case is what matters."

Gibbs then gestured at his students. "Pair up. Time to see what you got and if you paid attention."

a guide to getting past life's little quirks | wednesday | period 2 | august 12

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The class was taking place in the Danger Shop today and Loki kind of couldn't wait for this lesson. He waited till everyone arrived, got settled before he started talking.

( there is babble and cursing and pink donkeys behind the cut )

Library [08/12]

[likethegun]

Sam had nearly woken up late, Scout had been in some kind of terrible dog mood on their morning walk, the radio had done nothing to curb his concern that Chuck had caused serious emotional damage to Rachel, and everything seemed determined to remind him that there were only two weeks of summer left.

Oh, and he still had pink and gold glitter in his hair. This was not the start to a good day.

Survival | Week 6 | Period 1 | Wed. 8/12

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As usual, Ronon was waiting in the Danger Shop when students arrived. "Go get dressed out, then we'll get started," he told them, waiting in the green of Vancouver the Danger Shop-made forest and pointing toward the usual locker room doors.

Once everyone seemed to be back and uniformed up, he began his lecture. "Okay, like I warned last week, we're learning about dealing with teammates this week. Which means you're working with each other. My last assignment was a team of four made up of a leader, a soldier, an ambassadorial type, and a scientist. No one gets left behind on a team. Unlike what we've been talking about this session where your job is to save you, when you're part of a team, you're responsible for everyone. When the enemy came, the goal was to get everyone back to safety, no matter what the scientist claimed he was in the middle of doing. Sometimes it involved dragging injured people, sometimes just talking them into running at your side." Let's be honest, it was more about the dragging and shooting things.

"Today you're gonna navigate a moddable course through the woods while tied to another student in what I'm told is Earth's three-legged race style. If you can't find a partner, I'll find one for you, so grab the first person you see and let's get going."

Basic and Thaumaturgic Forensics - Wednesday, Period Four - 8/12

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"I admit that today's class, as it has to do with witnesses and suspects, is something of a mixed bag. For one, I'm going to speak about interrogation which, strictly speaking, is not at all forensics. It is, however, something you might have to do if you are in any way, shape or form, part of an investigation. Any discussion with a potential lead, no matter how small, should be conducted with the importance of your work in mind."

She eyed the class thoughtfully.

"As such, I'd like you all to give this and this a look, though obviously we will not be watching the whole of either video. While that particular right is not, in fact, a part of my own legal system, the points that these men make are very intelligent and speak to the tendencies of investigators as well as to those who would give you information."

Abby Irene looked at her class and considered some of what she'd spoken to Murdock about, her gaze settling on a few particular faces. She would miss this. God, she really and truly would miss this place and these children.

"The first lesson is to treat every person you're talking to as a witness. I know this might sound counterproductive, but it is the best strategy to gain information. Treating everyone as a witness makes them more likely to offer information, less likely to close up, and those they know who might be able to provide some information for us to use in prosecution are more likely to do so when they think that it's just harmless.

"As for thaumaturgically..."

She went on for some time, really, before they got to the discussion.

[ocd up!]

Practical Weaponry [Wednesday, Period Four]

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Today the world inside the Danger Shop was monochrome and grainy, a vast gravel quarry lay before the students, train tracks lay in the near distance, and if they listened carefully, the class might have heard the strains of ominous piano music. Bond stood at the edge of the quarry, looking down into it.

( Nothing good ever happens in a gravel quarry... )

[ooc: wait for ocd up.]

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Basic Sword Skills [Thursday, Period Three]

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The large collection of swords was back this week, but something was different. It wasn't one of those subtle somethings, the sort that gave you an odd feeling of some minor thing being out of place. No, it was a big and obvious something. Instead of a classroom the Danger Shop was reconfigured into something sort of like an obstacle course. Except that there was no "course" part. Just a whole lot of obstacles.

Random staircases, walls made of various materials, mud pits, sand pits, even a ball pit. There were also areas with all sorts of different flooring. Carpets and hardwood and marble. There were also many, many other moddable things.

"We've barely scratched the surface of what there is to learn about the blade. But this is just an introductory course, so that's okay. Besides, while your skill with a blade matters in any fight, it's not the only thing that matters. That's why we covered footwork earlier. Today's lesson will build on that, and do something more."

He looked around at the crazy mix of stuff that was today's lesson. "Terrain. You're all bright enough to figure out how sand or mud can mess with your footwork, but terrain is about a lot more than that. Often you'll find that you can let the terrain do most of the work of defeating your opponent. For instance," Max walked over to where two walls faced each other forming a sort of narrow hallway without a ceiling. "If you can maneuver someone with a long blade into a position like this one they'll be severely hamperred, no matter how good they are."

"Getting your opponent into terrain that favors your weapon or your style, and learning how to see opportunities to do so, is at least as important as anything else I've taught you."

He grinned. "So you have one day to master the skill. Because it'll be part of the exam."

"The assignment for today is simple. You will divide yourselves into two groups. One group is attempting to get from this side of the room," he pointed to one side, "To that one," he pointed at the opposite side. The other group is trying to prevent that. Use the terrain to your advantage. Remember that if you can trap someone in the right sort of terrain they won't be able to get out. Let your terrain do as much of the work as possible."

"So go ahead and divide up and," he waved at the weapons rack, "select a weapon or two. Whatever you're comfortable with." He waited precisely half a second. "Well? What are you waiting for? Get to it!"