Classical Genre [Tuesday, 1st Period]

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Much like last week, an ungodly amount of candy greeted the class as they entered the classroom, although most of the really good stuff seemed to have mysteriously vanished already.

Rick was back in normal clothes, and hugging a bowl full of gummy bears to his chest as he gestured at the television set up at the front of the class. "Movie day," he said after swallowing a mouthful of gummies. "Help get the last of the holiday out of your systems." He sounded oddly mournful about that.

"It's the sing along version, so join in if you want," Rick said as he pressed play and scooped up another handful of candy. "Oh, and spy fiction next week. Reading lists are at the door."

[OOC: OCD up.]

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Punching People for Fun and Profit, Period 1 [Class Nine | 11/04/2009]

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Fred was pretty sure he'd get in trouble for this week. The Danger Shop was set up as a pool hall, and the rotund teacher stood by a pool table and smirked.

"So, today we're going over a career option that some of you might get all self righteous about. Because we're talking about crime. Hitting a person and taking their money is one of the oldest professions. And... well, if you want to do it, I ain't gonna judge. There's also loan sharking, which requires physical threats to back up its high end capital gains, and then there's killing people for money. All good work. For... different definitions of good."

Fred shrugged. "Remember, laws aren't the same everywhere and everywhen. So I ain't teaching you, neccessarily, to break the law. But today, you can try your hand at crime. You can go mug a guy, or collect a debt, or whatever you want. Just don't kill each other. And if anyone beats up a hooker, I'll throw a damn dodgeball at you."

Mr. Dukes believed in open-ended scenarios, here. Much like a GTA game.

"So... go out, do your thing, and try not to get arrested."

Fred leaned on the pool table... which promptly had a leg break under the weight.

"...Goddammit."

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Library, Wednesday (November 4)

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For the second week in a row, Gabrielle was behind the desk with a distinct frown on her face, but not because of anything she was writing this week; just the front page of the paper she'd picked up to put in the periodicals rack this morning.

It wasn't as if she understood all the details, but she didn't think she needed to, to know how little sense this made. It might be time to seriously start thinking about setting into motion certain ideas that had been percolating for a while now. Maybe it wasn't something that would have much impact on the grand scale, but it was something she could do, right?

[OOC: Gab's around all day except third period. OCD-free today, vague due to a non-cooperative brain, and warnings for busy-day SP until evening.]

Infantry Tactics [Wednesday Second Period]

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"One of the huge advantages of a regular unit it its diversity. The number of different skills that can be brought to bear on a situation is extremely high. That's why we've been doing exercises centered around demonstrating different approaches. But sometimes this turns out to be a huge weakness. Not only does it turn out that sometimes no one has a skill you need, but more often it turns out that not enough people have it. If you have one person on your team who is very sneaky, then inevitably, the mission requires two of them."

"In a fully trained regular unit, further training is used primarily to maintain polish. You don't want your people forgetting what they know, or getting sloppy, but your primary purpose is no longer to teach them skills they don't have. People in irregular units must maintain their current skillsets, of course, but because the skills they'll need are unpredictable, they also have to spend a lot of time learning new things." Max looked over his students with a grin. "Furthermore, because the skills an irregular unit uses are so unusual, most of the teaching has to be done by people in the unit."

"We've already seen how each of you have different skillsets. Today we're going to expand on that. Each of you will select a single skill to teach everyone else. It can be anything you know that you think the others don't. Don't worry about making it something you think is helpful in a fight, remember that irregular missions are very different, and some don't involve any fighting at all. So if you want to teach everyone about cooking, that's just fine."

He wasn't slowing down the run, of course. "If you need to stop running in order to teach, that's fine." But his tone implied that continuing to run would earn some bonus points.

Adventures in Literature, Wednesday, Period Three [Class Ten]

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Drake...was in a guillotine. He looked comfortable and totally unconcerned about that sharp blade sitting over his head.

"Before there was Zorro," Drake began, "before there was any comic book superhero leading a double life, before there was Austin Powers, there was another International Man of Mystery, and that man was the Scarlet Pimpernel Crimson Buttercup. It's the end of the 18th century in Europe, and over in France, they're chopping the heads off of all the nobles they can get their hands on. Our Hero is Sir Percy Blakeney, an English nobleman who has the reputation of being concerned with nothing more than his physical appearance and having a good time. In other words, he's Chuck Bass without the business sense. But it's all an act -- Percy's been leading a secret life, rescuing French nobles from Madame Guillotine and spiriting them to safety in England.

"But back on the home front, Percy's babe-alicious wife, Marguerite, thinks her husband is a self-absorbed jackass, and he doesn't trust her because in the past she accidentally said something that sent some men to the guillotine. So when CB's arch-nemesis, Citizen Chauvelin, blackmails Marguerite with evidence incriminating her brother Armand as being in cahoots with the Buttercup, Marguerite passes along information to Chauvelin to save her beloved brother's life. Marguerite later tells Percy that her brother is in danger, who promises to safe Armand, and only after he takes off for Frances does Marguerite realize that her hubby is the Crimson Buttercup, and she's just put him in Grave Peril. So she takes off for France to warn him. Armand is rescued, Marguerite and Percy are captured but escape, and Percy realizes his wife is not a flighty wench and she realizes her husband isn't a jackass, so they do the wild thing until the sun comes up as they head back to England.

"So for today, I want you to create your own dual identity. What cause would you risk your life and lands to fight for? What's your calling card, like Percy's red flower? What kind of public life would you lead to deflect any suspicion that you were a caped crusader?"


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DADA for Muggles [Wednesday, 5th period]

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"Since Halloween was this past weekend, Professor Lupin and I decided that we should share some of the more...unusual candies from our world with you," Sirius said with a grin on his face as he pointed to a table positively groaning with different varieties of sweets. Harry had gone to Honeydukes and the two teachers had no idea how else they were going to get rid of the excess.

"There are Bertie Bott's Every Flavour--and we do mean every flavor--Beans, Chocolate Frogs, Ten-Tongue Toffees, Acid Pops--careful of those if you don't want a hole through your tongue, Fizzing Whizzbees--which will make you levitate for a little bit, Licorice Snaps--and yes, those actually snap," Sirius added, looking about as happy as he ever did. "Go ahead, try them out."

"It's not precisely dark arts," Remus added, "but we supposed that given that last week was Halloween and my player was a total failure and sick last night, we supposed sharing treats might be an idea."

Lunch, Wednesday Lunchtime

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You know, running around hopped up on eco all weekend really took a lot out of your energy reserves. Like, a real lot. Like, 'still scoffing away insane amounts of food on Wednesday' lots. Jak's plate was piled full enough to nearly achieve Tower of Babel status, and he was eying it with a kind of relaxed determination.

This was going to be awesome. Even if half the food the cafetaria served was, uh. Well.

There had to be some kind of animal in this world that tasted like that, right?

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Art 101 - Wednesday, Period Four - 11/04

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The room was in plain studio form today. No exotic locals, no strange and wondrous masterpieces to learn about. Instead, sunlight streamed warm and bright through the windows and there was plenty for students to pick up and try.

"Considering the amount of material we've covered so far, I'd like to just take a class and... digest a little. See what comes out without too much outside influence.

"Work on whatever you'd like today and then, if you can, I'd like you to bring in a piece you did before this class started, hopefully shortly before it started. This is also a class where I'd like to offer you all a chance to ask about technique, request help for anything specific you might be interested in trying, or any of the classes we've done previously."

He spread his hands.

"So let's get started, shall we?"

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Ethics [Thursday, November 4, 1st period]

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"Love is patient, love is kind," Anakin began, looking down at his notes, then snorted and made the universal symbol for "blah, blah, blah" with his hand.

He might secretly be a soft touch on the subject, but he was hoping no one in the room would call him on it.

"In my version of the Jedi Order, we were taught that in order to maintain the proper distance necessary to negotiate impartially across our galaxy, we were to strive for serenity, not passion. To be Jedi, we should not know anger, or hatred...or love. When we were very small children, we were raised in the Temple so that family loyalty or planetary allegiance would not get in the way of following the will of the Force."

He crossed his arms over his chest, the ring on his left hand gleaming in the light, and glanced around the room. "Is this an unreasonable standard to hold someone to? Can you stop someone from falling in love? What do you think they were trying to prevent?"