a guide to getting past life's little quirks | wednesday | period 2 | august 19

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Today was the last day of class and Loki's last day of teaching for a long while, at least. He'd be leaving all that up to the non lazier ones come fall. For now, there was just one last time to get to torment his students.

"Good morning," he began exuberantly. "You all made it to the last fucking class of the term. Now, now, don't cry. I'm sure we'll see each other again. And, if you don't, well, I'm sure we'll all live. Now, I'd thought of planning some super hard final just to piss everyone off but I just couldn't make myself plan something hard like that."

That would have meant he'd have to pay attention or grade something and he was just too fucking lazy to do that on the last day of class.

"So, instead, I'm going to assign each of you an individual situation," he decided. "Could be anything and I want you to tell me how you'd solve that little quirk or, if you can't solve it, how you'd deal with it. You can use things we've learned this semester or you can make up your own fucking way. This is just to see how you do with things on the fly. Let's get started."

Oh, the quirks he'd devised. His brain was fucking awesome.

[OCD is up! Have fun!]

Survival | Week 7 | Period 1 | Wed. 8/19

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"Get dressed out and we'll get started," Ronon announced in a very blank looking Danger Shop - other than the locker rooms, of course.

Once it seemed they'd all returned, he hit a button and the room transformed into a huge forested area that looked just like Vancouver it had the other weeks with the hiding and the running for the giant circle. A crazy buzzing sound could be heard from overhead as enemy spaceships swooped over the area. Where the students were gathered around Ronon, they would find a dozen replicas of his energy gun. Through the dense forest ran a two-mile path winding right to a clearing where the giant circle sat, glowing ready for student transport.

"You all have done a good job this session. But this is it. Enemy's attacking. The only safety is at the Ancestral Circle. What do you do?"

Ronon himself was just going to stand there and watch them show both him and themselves that they'd learned something over the last six weeks.

[If Rodney can do it, so can you.]

Library [08/19]

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Instead of his usual plain morning coffee, Sam had gotten the biggest, sweetest coffee concoction that the Perk had to offer, and then headed to the library. If he was going to try to live in the land of denial about how close they were to the end of summer, he was going to need a sugar high on which to cruise.

Criminal Justice: Wednesday

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The danger shop was turned back into the MTAC when the students arrived and Gibbs was already there sipping his coffee. This time the room looked normal and there wasn't a badger in sight.

( And then Gibbs began to talk. A lot. )

[OCD is Up!]

Basic and Thaumaturgic Forensics - Wednesday, - 8/19

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"Well, today's the last day of class and... to be perfectly frank, I can't really find it in my heart to test you on much of anything."

Mostly because, well, she was going to miss them. She'd sent the letter two days ago; by New Amsterdam post, it should reach Richard's office just before she did.

"What I would like to do is open things up for any of you to ask anything of me that you'd like, on any topic you might know I could speak to. If your question must be private, please feel free to come by Friday."

She glanced around the room and her smile was tight.

"I would like you to know that it has been a pleasure teaching you and that I wish you all the best of luck in the future."

[ocd up!][GDRL; sorry this is late!]

Basic Sword Skills [Thursday, Period Three]

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The class was set up almost identically to the way it had been the previous week. "Today," Max began without preamble, "we will be seeing how much you've learned. The exercise is simple: each of you will select a weapon and an area of terrain." His smile was slow and lazy. "And then you'll show me what you've learned."

"You're free to warm up before you make your decision, or to talk to your fellow students."

Max's grin grew slightly predatory. "Good luck."

Practical Weaponry [Wednesday, Period Four]

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Bond waited outside of the Danger Shop until all of his class had arrived. When they went inside, the room had taken on the appearance of a city devoid of life and eerily silent.

"I do hope you all remembered your zombie plans from our first class," Bond said from the doorway, checking his watch. "Since the zombie apocalypse and your final are both scheduled to start in about five minutes. Anyone who's still alive at the end of the class passes. That is unless you managed to cause the undeath of a classmate in the process, in which case you fail. Have fun."

With that he locked the door of the Danger Shop behind them. A faint groaning could be heard in the distance.

[ooc: wait for ocd up and craving spicy brains.]

[Class Roster|Previous Classes]

Fashion! Etc., Etc.!

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The Danger Shop was set up like a runway in Milan. There were lights! There was noise! There were stick figures with big poofy lips complaining as their hair was put up into ridiculous coifs backstage with the students!

"Hello, darlings," Edna said, wheeling the rack of costumes (save one, naturally) into the room. "You have all proven to be...mostly adequate...these last few weeks in terms of creativity and not being blown up. Today you will demonstrate the lines and flow of my beautiful costumes!" Her hands flew up over her head.

"...which you also helped to design, et cetera, et cetera," she finally added. "Get changed, listen for the music and then strut, darlings! Try not to trip over things and end up on Youtube. Oh, and watch out for the lasers. You are superheroes, after all."

With that she disappeared through the curtain to join the audience.