people suck except when they don't | thursday | period 2 | march 18

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Today's class was probably relevant to every single person's interest so there was no way Loki was going to slack the fuck off even if he wanted to. So, everyone was handwavily notified to come on down to the Danger Shop for class. He waited until everyone came in and took their seats before diving into the lecture.

( sleep would be relevant to my interests )

Library [3-18]

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After finishing the library chores, George had a few books on American Sign Language to check out. 

Possibly he was looking up swear words.  Possibly he wasn't.

All-Sexuality Support Group: A Classroom, Thursday After Classes

[mississippiqueen]

Today, there was pie. An abundance of pie, actually; the pirats had given Gabrielle ideas.

(They'd given Emmett ideas too, but you don't want to hear about those, and they had more to do with poofy shirts and leather pants than pie, so. Anyway.) (Oh, poofy shirts and leather pants. Gabrielle was more familiar with that type of outfit than anybody from her time period had any business being. But not like that. At all. Right. Anyway.)

Anyway. Yes. Gabrielle had a slice of chocolate cream pie sitting just out of reach, because she could be decorous for a few minutes, and her hands rather firmly clasped in her lap. (This would be the handclasp of 'if I let go I'm going to fall into a yawning chasm with a roaring river running through it, which is on the same level as inhaling this pie in front of all of you' desperation, and she knew exactly how that went.)

"I don't know about all of you," she began, "but I know I'm always asking questions about things. But sometimes it's awkward to ask those questions -- there are things you've always wanted to know, but asking means admitting you don't. Which might not have consequences as dire as being held at knifepoint as a hostage in an enemy camp but can be really awkward anyway." Not that she was bitter about any such situation or anything.

Emmett looked at her silently for a moment. "Your roleplaying scenarios both surprise and intrigue me," he finally said. "Maybe you really are less vanilla than I thought."

Gabrielle's lips tightened into an exasperated parody of a smile, and she looked right at Emmett as she said through her teeth, "And there are some questions we'll just never ask. As for the ones we do want to ask about each other's lifestyles, and I really hate to use that word but I can't think of a better one, there's paper and pens here. Write down your questions, and toss them into a pile here, and we'll mix them up. Then everyone can answer the questions if they want to, and no one has to know who asked in the first place."

"Unless you're a guy and asking for my phone number," Emmett added helpfully. "I'll save you the time on that one. It's 555-3565."

[OOC: Open! Writ with the short blonde one. No, the other o-- No, the other one.]

Modeling for Dummies

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There was no green in the classroom today. Oh no. None of that crap for this teacher.

But there was a TV and a very classy documentary on the fabulous lives of models in the 90s. You know, before all the reality TV.

"So, today you're all gonna learn the fine points of being thin and pretty and unattainable back when that still meant something." A beat. "And probably snorting coke like it's goin' out of style, but thems the breaks."

Oh, models. You cads.

"Now, watch closely and you can almost feel the bitchy hatred the women have for each other. Like puttin' a buncha alpha dogs in one room. And no, not like that Justin Timberlake movie with Warren there."

God, Ben Foster. Crazy much?

"Now enjooooy."

The Perfect Crime [Thursday, Period Five]

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As each student entered the Danger Shop, they found themselves in a small, grimy cell. When the last of the class had arrived, Rick's voice crackled over a PA.

"Sometimes in the course of solving a crime, you may find yourself trapped. With nothing but your wits and ingenuity, plus whatever may be in the room with you, to help you escape," he said, with a definite edge of smugness in his voice. "Your job today is to get out of the cells you're trapped in. You can call out questions and advice to each other, and if you're really stuck I've hidden clues on how to get out. You have until the end of class. Castle out."

After a moment the PA flared back into life. "Did I mention that there's pie for after you get out? Because there is."

[OOC: OCD up.]

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Business 102: Friday, Period 3, Class 10

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"I sent everyone an handwavey e-mail telling them to meet in the computer lab today. And I'll be honest, I did think about just not showing up and seeing how they reacted, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I actually decided to be kind of responsible." Jim put on a face that made it clear that he was thinking very hard. "Of course, I'm teaching them how to waste company time and money, so maybe 'responsible' is a relative term."

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