Magical Ethics: Week 11, Period 1

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Alysha had spent much of the night baking as she tried to figure out why, exactly, there was an odd sense of foreboding upon her. It didn't seem to be connected to that tug in her heart that always led back to home, and a few phone calls to Charlie and her dad assured her that everything was fine there. So she baked and tried to see things a little more clearly. When that didn't work, she baked and charmed her muffins and cakes and pasties to bring health and keen sight and good luck to those who ate them.

If anyone had known that, they probably wouldn't be surprised to see the array of baked goods along one of the walls of the classroom.

She sat on the teacher's desk as she waited for all the students to come in. "Anyone else feeling a little off tonight or today?" Alysha asked once everyone had their seats. "Anyone wanna talk about it?"

After any discussion was finished, she nodded to the baked goods. "Help yourself to whatever moddable kind of baked goods you like and take the rest back to the dorms if you want. I promise everything tastes good, and nothing's poisoned. Other than that, stay watchful and consider yourself dismissed until next week."

[OOC: The charms on the baked goods you can feel free to mod as anything from erasing tired to additional alertness to the remnants of a cold disappearing to tripping right when someone is trying to punch you in the face to having extra good sight for a few hours to just a general sense of well-being. They won't hurt anyone or show up as black/dark/evil magic. Any questions, feel free to ask in the OOC thread or grab me on AIM!]

Library -- Tuesday

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The fog was creepy. Creeeeeeeep~y, and every Coralian sense that Anemone had was hissing and spitting and standing on end; it wasn't natural, it wasn't right, and it grated like nails against a chalk board on her skin.

Still, the library was open, coffee on and Anemone pacing the aisles, something slightly... off, in her eyes. The library aide was in... you just might not be talking to the one that's usually on-duty on Tuesdays. At least, not completely.

[The OCD is in the House!]

Living With Difficult Women [Tuesday, Period 5]

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Max was frowning slightly as he walked into class. That fog seemed somehow out of place. Especially given the whole 'otherwise decent afternoon' part of the day. He also kept getting that itching-between-his-shoulder blades feeling. He was probably over-thinking things. And, anyway, he had a class to teach.

"Last week we talked a bit about having difficult women in subordinate positions. Some of you," like Arthur, "have experience with this, but it seemed that most of you didn't. This is probably because you're all young, and that means you don't tend to have anyone in subordinate positions. But that's going to change. Even if some of you don't seek out positions of leadership, you'll find yourself in situations where you're in charge anyway." Max wasn't sure why he looked pointedly at Mat. It just felt like the right thing to do here.

( Difficult women respond poorly to direct applications of authority )

"Now it's activity time. Split up into pairs and each of you take turns playing out the roles we've talked about today. Try to draw on your experience with difficult women, both good and bad, to help you act appropriately. We're trying to help people get better at this, so the more realistic you can make things, the better. Now get to it."

Monomyths [Tuesday, March 23, Period 3]

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Class started a little later than usual today. After her trek through the fog, Cindy had locked herself in her office for a few minutes, trying to get ahold of herself. She wasn't sure what exactly she'd seen in the fog on the way up to the school, but she did know that, whatever it was, it had been a little crazy.

Or the Adversary. Either way, Cindy was not Best Pleased.
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[Please wait for OCD up!]

Concepts of Justice and The Law [Period 4, Class #11, Mar 23]

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This week, Alex was carrying a large styrofoam cup that she had filled with hot water. She was dunking a teabag into the cup as she talked, the string looped around two of her fingers so it wouldn't slip off. Tea-on-the-go.

( Civil Court )