people suck except when they don't | thursday | period 2 | april 8

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Loki was sitting behind the desk at the front of the classroom, book open on his lap and focus on said book while the class filed in. It wasn't a good book but it was one of those train wrecks that you can't stop reading till you finished. Still, he did stick a bookmark in when it was time to teach.

"Today," Loki said, getting right into it, "we're going to talk about xenophobes. Some of you might know what that is, some of you might not. Basically, xenophobes are people who dislike or fear that which is different from themselves. It's a very broad subject and, most of the time, it's connotations are negative. When people often think about xenophobes, they think about those who fear or dislike other races. In this school, it might even be a fear or dislike of other species since race is almost a non issue on an island like this."

Well, he hoped it was a non issue but he wasn't going to get into that right yet. "Now, sometimes, xenophobia occurs directly due to something else happening in the person's life. For instance, if you went to war against a group of people that looked a certain way and witnessed atrocities no one should fucking witness, you might come back from that war and react unfavorably to anyone who resembles those you fought in that war. That's xenophobia that's related to PTSD. Xenophobia has and probably always will be present in the world in some of the most horrific ways. On the lowest levels, xenophobes can just discriminate and show extreme prejudice to the target of their xenophobia. On a larger level, genocide might even occur to completely expel the group the xenophobe does not like. It's a fucking awful practice but it's prevalent and it's probably never going to go away. And, unfortunately, it can't really be fucking helped either. You can try and educate people but it's never going to be full proof. It's just...the way the fucking world is."

Which was a sad thing. Loki sighed and shook his head. "For today's activity, I want you to share, if you'd like, some examples you've seen of xenophobia in your culture. There's a lot of different people in here and it'd be helpful to see if things like this differ or stay the same across various worlds."

LIbrary [4-08]

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George was spinning on his stool at the library.  Spinning round and round and round. 

It was fun.

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

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Really, anyone who walked into this meeting on Thursdays and was still confused by the way Gabrielle kept looking at Emmett like he was a flashing neon purple hydra from another planet . . . had only to look at the karaoke machine set up at the front of the room, next to a box full of glam wigs. (You could practically smell the Aquanet.)

"I still don't see what this has to do with anything," Gabrielle said through her teeth.

"Music helps us express ourselves," Emmett said through his teeth too, because they were in his mouth and the words had to pass them. Unlike some people's teeth, however, they weren't apparently glued together along a horizontal line. "And since sexuality is something that people in some cultures don't get to express very loudly, God invented karaoke for us to sing. Very loudly. Because at the end of the night if somebody gives you grief, you can always just blame it on the song selection sucking."

There was no glue involved, never mind how legitimate the question of how likely Gabrielle would've been to eat paste as a child might be. "Oh, it's the song selection that does that, is it?"

"Any other sucking that might occur backstage is between you and your god, Gabrielle."

"Which one? We do have a lot of them, you know." Emmett, the clock is ticking down on the amount of time between now and Gabrielle's weekly attempt to throttle you.

"Well, aren't you just spoiled for choice. Do you have a god of singing in tune? If you do, you might want to get on your knees to that one before your song comes up."

"Why," asked Gabrielle, narrowing her eyes at him, "do I have a feeling that sounds a lot less innocent in your head than it does in mine? And we might, but I've never met him . . . or her . . . anyway." She waved her hands vaguely at the wigs. "Music is good for getting in touch with your inner feelings. So let's have at it, shall we?"

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Modelling For Dummies, Thursday

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It was the day before prom and everyone knows what that means, riiiiight?

No?

Damn it.

"In honor of everyone's favorite dance, we'll be modeling the worst dresses humanly possible. Yeah, that includes the guys. Enjoy feelin' like the purdiest belle at the ball." A beat. "Which means Chuck has a leg up on you. Sorry about
that."

Damn gender-bending Fandom!

"So go grab a tiara and the most chiffon you can."

Law & Order: Interdimensional Edition - Week 13

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Teaching. This was apparently something Kyle was going to have to get used to when he went back to Luke's Academy, but still. He wasn't sure it came naturally. Because of that, Kyle figured he might as well just dive into it.

Not literally. He put a box down and opened it up before speaking.

"Sometimes you're going to need to go undercover. This means that you're taking on a new persona and disguise to blend in with criminals. Depending on your assignment, you might be using your cover to hunt for evidence, record conversations, or otherwise put yourself into position to capture criminals while appearing to work with them," Kyle said. "Normally when you do this you'll have some help. Your real colleagues will set you up with identification, some mission objectives, and they'll set up stings based on information you pass along. From there, you have to convince your fake colleagues that you're one of them without crossing any lines and becoming a real criminal yourself."

"It's tough work. Not everyone is suited to it. Your life is constantly in dange, so even if you survive with your morals intact, your nerves might have frayed severely."

"Today we're going to focus on the lighter side, though. There's a big box here with a bunch of moddable costume pieces - hats, glasses, fake facial hair, that kind of stuff," Kyle said. And there was a lot of fake facial hair. Somebody might think that kids around here need to think about the kind of impact a good beard could have on their lives. "You'll need to put together a disguise, come up with a name and background, and try to convince the panel that you won't be killed inside of en minutes. May the Force be with you on that point."