Physical Films | Period 3 | Class 11

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As students filtered into the Danger Room, they'd find themselves faced with a dark space, save for some flickering candle light. The air in the room was lifted with the scent of soothing incense and the floor was littered with soft pillows and mats. The typical locker room doors were off to one side, masked from obvious view by a decorative screen to keep the serene atmosphere of the room intact.

And then there was the large man sitting cross-legged in the back, hands resting on his knees, palms up. At the proper hour, Ronon began speaking. "Today we're meditating. It's like relaxing while sitting up and breathing properly. Keep your backs straight and maintain position or I'll break out The Guru and no one wants that." No, seriously, no one wanted that.

"Now, get your uniform and take a seat. Sit cross-legged with your hands resting on your knees, palms open toward the sky just like this. Falling asleep means you're doing it too well. I'll leave the music on for background." Ronon always meditated too well. Lucky for everyone there was no Teyla here to hit them with sticks.

care for magical creatures | monday | fourth period | november 16

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Even though the class was late in the day, Loki was yawning and looking barely awake at the front of the class. He was blaming it on his continued adjustment to teaching a class again. Yes, he was still adjusting even after three weeks. He took things slow.

"Today," he started, not even bothering to get up from his chair while he addressed the class, "we're going to learn about elves."

Loki didn't know why they were learning about elves but that was what he'd picked. To help the students learn about elves, there were worksheets on their desks, outlining different facts about elves. "Elves, if you don't know, are thought of a race of divine or semi divine creatures that possessed some sort of magical power. But, really, on this island, who doesn't possess some sort of power? There are light elves and dark elves and Keebler elves."

Okay, that last one wasn't necessarily true but Loki didn't care. Keebler elves were some of his favorite.

"For today's class, I want you to find your elf name and then create yourself a backstory about what kind of elf you are. It can be anything you want but try to stick with the basic things elves are known for. Got it? Go to it."

Applied Science, 11/16, Period 1

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It was probably best not to ask why there was a pony observing class today. Actually, the pony had been around for a while; the ribbons braided into his mane and tail, however ... well, therein lay a story about Tyler and Steve Rogers both being that combination of bored and worried a long animal transformation can bring, and Tony being annoyingly cranky, and the pink and purple ribbons all but literally falling into their lap.

Tyler had pony bites on his hands, but it was worth it.

"Gunpowder," he announced, glancing to the horse a final time before talking. "We're making it. We aren't in the Danger Shop today, so put your lab coats, goggles and gloves on, and, ladies, pull your hair back." He waited for his instructions to be followed before talking again.

"What you're going to do is combine sulfur, saltpeter and carbon. You're going to grind them all up, then mix them, four parts saltpeter to one of carbon -- your carbon is in charcoal briquettes -- and one of sulfur." He turned to scrawl 2 KNO3 + S + 3 C → K2S + N2 + 3 CO2 on the board. "That is the reaction behind it," he said, going on to explain the equation,, and ignored the pony's reaction to any flaws in the formula. "Once you've got the powder fine enough, show me and, if it looks okay, we can go outside and set off model rockets with it."

"This is the real stuff. People get hurt doing this, so go slowly and be careful. Any questions, comments, anything looks funny, please talk to me before you blow your hand off."

Hubris from Revelation: the Social Engineering of Ultimate Truths [Monday, Period 2]

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Ghanima had had a sense of tingling unease all weekend, like something was scratching behind her eyes, wanting to be seen. A tingling she had pointedly ignored, which had only served to make it so bad, she had taken to bed and not gotten any of the prep for today's class finished.

She wanted no part of the prescience of her brother or father, thank you.

"We're watching a movie today," she said as everyone came in. "There's a handout right over there, and we'll actually discuss Hinduism as a religion next week."

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Fencing Club - The Salle, Monday After Classes

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"Apologies for the lack of meeting last week. I was called away." He fell down a well. It was embarrassing. "This week we're starting with actual blades. I know some of you have used them before. Please use that experience to be extra careful with the more inexperienced members of the group. I have a range of swords available for you to choose from. Zayne, your weapon of choice isn't exactly practical for this session so I've prepared something more suitable but a step up from the wood. Azula, I promised you an Arming sword lesson. The sword on the end is yours.

Pair up. Take your time, respect your opponent and if you're hurt, alert either myself or Captain Algren immediately. The point of sparring with live weapons isn't to hurt your opponent, it's to practice movements and control."