Friday, August 21st, 2009

[identity profile] nofatjokes.livejournal.com
Today's class had been moved from the gym to the Danger Shop. Because Fred had plans. He stood in front of the assembled class, the rest of the room shrouded in darkness.

"We're ending the way we started," he said, chuckling. "With an obstacle course. Except this one... it's special."

The lights went up, revealing a huge obstacle course... a replica of The Eliminator from American Gladiators.

"I fully expect most of you to wuss out. But this ain't a race. Don't hurt your idiot selves by goin' too fast. Just work hard, and that'll be enough for me. The course goes as follows. Eight foot wall, with ropes if you need 'em. Then you get to dive into the water, and swim under the big fiery crap. Twenty feet, that's all. Then you climb up the cargo net, and grab hold of one of the weird giant thread spindle things and spin down to the next part. Which is a hand bike across a chasm filled with pirahnas!"

He laughed.

"Just kiddin'. Actually just soft foam, cause that shit requires a lot of arm strength. Then you get to run across a balance beam, climb up that padded pyramid thing, then grab a zipline down to the final obstacle. That's runnin' up an inclined treadmill going the opposite direction you want to."

He chuckled again.

"Then you just gotta stumble over to the finish line. So, who wants to go first?" He had safety headgear and mouthguards for everyone, and started passing them out. "Anyone?"

[ooc: OCD first, pretty please. Ready to Go!]
[identity profile] bau-woobie.livejournal.com
Reid ran a hand through his hair, an gave his class a somewhat nervous smile.

"Well, today's the last day of the summer term," he said. "I... Don't have anything special for you, I'm afraid. Just... play what you like," he added, nodding towards the piles of board games.

"If you have any questions, or want to play a game with me, I'll be here."

((OCD coming~ Please be patient, LJ's being a bitch. up!))
[identity profile] berserkerminsc.livejournal.com
As the class headed in today, they'd find the usual clearing set up in the Danger Shop had a large river nearby, skirting around a large outcropping of rock, with the usual choices of weaponry and armourments available to the students. Minsc clasped his hands together with a loud sound to get things started.

"Hullo!" he said. "It is our last day! So let's do some rangering!"

His arm swept toward the long bring going across the river. "Behold!" he said. "Behind those rocks, there be gnolls! I did not have the chance this semester to show off what a gnoll really is, so allow me to do so now!"

With that, a large, growling creature stepped forward, looking (and smelling) like an unfortunate cross between a very tall and skinny human and a tall and skinny hyena. "This," Minsc said, "is a gnoll, and they are my personal favourite enemy. So I have studied them lots. Take notes! You might encounter one today and since we are rangers, we must know their weaknesses, which include..."

Minsc lead them through a very quick and very happy-go-lucky bloody demonstration on how a gnoll is best taken care of by stabbing them in the chest here, hacking off there kneecaps there, and sometimes slicing through the head. Pity those among the class with weak stomachs.

With the gnoll messily disposed of, Minsc continued his speech as he cleaned his blade. "Go it alone, in pairs, or in groups, however you like, but you must journey into the gnoll stronghold in these mountains and save the captive within before they are eaten! There are three steps to this: the wilderness, which you must cross, which will be rife with all sorts of creatures and gnoll guards. Then you must find your way through the mountains themselves to find the place, and then you must infiltrate the stronghold and rescue the captive."

There was then a pause, as Minsc looked confused. He started counting carefully on his fingers.

"Wait. Four parts. You have to get it, but you have to escape, too! Any questions! Ask away! If not, then, gear up and get rangering!"


[[ apologies for the later than usual class! Please wait for OCD is totally buttkicking for goodness, and please check the OOC note if you get the chance! ]]
[identity profile] veryverypopular.livejournal.com
Glinda looked a mite teary as everyone assembled for the class. "Students, thank you for such an amazing semester," she began, "and welcome to our guests. I hope everyone has enjoyed their time in my class, and I look forward to your presentations. Let's begin, so we can all enjoy the weekend a little sooner!

"Oh, and don't forget about the snack table!"

[OCD is FINALLY up, SP likely due to the HOMGWHOA storm in my area]

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