Modeling for Dummies, Thursday 2/11/10

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"Now, I know you were all looking forward to meeting fashion icon Katy Perry and editor at large Nina Garcia and famous fashion designer Michael Kors, but sadly that was all in Tim Gunn's head," Deadpool informed the class sadly.

"But you all got a lovely... vaguely wearable former sweatshirt out of the deal. Which makes up for things, right? Right!"

Hey, just be glad he didn't being in fugly bows for people to wear as well.

That was totally for next week.

"So, as we all know from watching any modeling show ever, swimsuit season is now. Because they enjoy making malnourished kids prance about in nothing but twine and scraps of fabric while it's freezing could out. It's a thing. So... I hope ya'll are read to get your swimsuit photos on. Or just puss out and have me mock you from now until you break from the emotional pressure and have to go to a shrink. But we all know shrinks don't do anything, people. We all know that."

Yeeeah.

"So, pick a swimsuit and prepare to get your pose on, kids."

people suck except when they don't | thursday | period 2 | february 11

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Class today was being held in the Danger Shop. Loki knew he could have easily modeled this lesson around something else but the Danger Shop was fun and this lesson proved perfect for this place.

( Welcome back to class... )

All-Sexuality Support Group meeting, Thursday after classes

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The group name wasn't a lie: it really was for students of any and every sexuality -- however, if you didn't go into that classroom ready to get your same-gender-kissy on, the chance that you'd leave the same way was... fairly low. What with the rainbow-colored glitter on every available surface.

That was Emmett showing restraint. He almost took a trip to the flower shop too, but Gabrielle persuaded him that ordering enough roses to decorate every chair in the tastefully-arranged semi-circle three days before Valentine's Day would result in the employees of Covent Garden Flowers putting out a contract on him, and not the fun kind with a collar and a safeword. Okay, so Gabrielle hadn't actually used the word 'safeword,' but the sentiment was completely intact, thank you very much. As was her earnest make-people-feel-welcome smile, completely untainted by WTF because she hadn't yet figured out what the group's acronym stood for.

She had also not yet realized that she'd be picking rainbow glitter out of everything she owned for days.

"Hi, everyone," she began. "And thanks for coming to the first meeting of the All-Sexuality Support Group."

Oh, just abbreviate it, Gabrielle, and figure it out already so you can give Emmett that look. You know. That one.

The one that would get 'Oh my stars and garters, does that really spell a naughty word?' in reply from Emmett, and then he'd find himself on the business end of her staff, which sounds fun but isn't, so he was going to enjoy her ignorance while it lasted. "My lovely co-hostess is Gabrielle and I'm Emmett, and if this were a Gay-Straight Alliance, I'd be the gay one." He shot a look towards Gabrielle. "But it's not, because life can get a lot more complex than just gay and straight."

Gabrielle narrowed her eyes, shook her head, and twitched both hands in the air. "Why do you keep giving me that look?" See. This is the point he was trying to make. "Anyway, we thought we'd start off with introductions today. I know, I know, you probably all thought we were done with that by now. It's one more time, you'll be fine."

[Open! Written with the lovely ancientbschamp.]

Library [2/11]

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George had totally overslept this morning.  Which meant that by the time he scrambled to the library, he'd managed to dress (sloppily) but not find food or tea yet.

Which was why he was drooling the brightly coloured pictures of a cookbook.  Maybe if he thought about food enough, he'd suddenly be less hungry.

The Perfect Crime [Thursday, Period Five]

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The class were again meeting in the Danger Shop this week, and entered to find themselves on the wooden deck of a brigantine, open sea all around them. An eerie stillness hung in the air, so quiet they could hear the faint creak of timbers as the ship rocked in the gentle waves and the rustling of the slightly torn sails.

The silence was so overwhelming that when Rick spoke it seemed more like a shout. "Last week's mystery was fictional," he began. "Which enables neat solutions like 'they all did it'. This week, however, we're looking a real mystery, an unsolved mystery, the greatest maritime mystery of all."

He paused for dramatic effect. "I refer not to the question of 'why did that movie win eleven Oscars?', but to the disappearance of the crew of the-"

Then, with a faint popping sound, Rick turned into a small falcon. Given the indignant squawking as the bird skidded over the deck trying to find his footing, it was highly probable that Rick hadn't planned to do that.

[OOC: OCD up.]

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Law and Order: Interdimensional Edition

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When the students entered the Danger Room they might have wondered which everything was looking like a black light lit paradise.

Or why there are day-glo colored badgers running around.

The first answer would be that the classroom was situated in a laser tag course. The second answer is that Gibbs can't program the danger room well without screwing at least one thing up. So therefor: badgers.

"While on the job you'll be lucky if you never have to fire a weapon," Gibbs began to lecture. "If you're even luckier no one will fire a weapon at you. However the odds of that happening as a law enforcement officer is pretty slim. So for today's exercise your goal is to stay alive on this course. Each of you will pick up one of those toy guns and harnesses as well as a copy of the rules. Work with a team, partner or alone if you want. Last one standing gets this... slightl used... computer thing here."

Actually the Wii console belonged to a certain Dean of Students who lived in the same house as Gibbs. Said console was taken so that Gibbs wouldn't walk in on a game of tennis where people weren't wearing pants.

"Any questions? Any suggestions from my fellow teachers?"

When the questions and suggestions were over Gibbs blew a whistle. "Let's go!"