people suck except when they don't | thursday | period 2 | april 15

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It was the class before finals and that, of course, meant that Loki wasn't going to be teaching fuck all today. He was also holding the class just outside the dorms for a very specific reason. Sure, he had a lesson plan but it seemed sort of silly to try and pack something new into people's mind so close to a final.

"So, we're just about done seeing each other on a weekly basis," Loki said, grinning. "I know, I know, I'm sure you're all fucking devastated. I had something planned for this week but I'm being nice and cutting that since we've done a lot already. So, for today, we have water balloons."

Loki nodded to the trash can full of water balloons next to him. "For today, I want you to throw these at each other. We've learned about people sucking ass all semester. Today, just enjoy that people don't always suck. Have fun. Get wet. See you next week for your final."

With that, Loki picked up the first water balloon and chucked it at someone standing close to him.

Modeling for Dummies, Thursday 4/15

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"Hopefully ya'll are done being sacks of emo about fake future kids and are ready to get back to work. Today, you'll be working with a very demanding client."

Who was currently scribbling on some probably important papers on Deadpool's desk. Oh, they could just get some new important papers from IKEA.

"Jan here needs an outfit that says 'Look at me, I'm much more awesome than a Skywalker' and you people are gonna design it for her. Got it?"

"An' giraffes!"

Deadpool nodded solemnly. "You heard the woman, and giraffes. More awesome than Skywalkers and giraffes combined."

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

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"So," Gabrielle began, already helping herself to a piece of coffee cake from the spread of pastries that made up today's snack table, "it looks like I missed out on an interesting experience this past weekend. There were a lot of pretty . . . unconventional families on the island, and it's good to know people took that more or less in stride. You know," she said, and you might as well just cue up the sappy orchestral score here, "a friend of mine says that some of us have families we were born into, and some of us have families that we make for ourselves, and neither one of those is any less real than the others. I know I believe it; she's as much family to me as mine is. Maybe more."

And you wonder why Emmett wonders about you, Gabrielle.

Emmett... didn't really wonder. But you just keep on believin', Gabs.

Oh, she would. She so would. Even though this wasn't a moment to bust out into Journey. (Luckily. You didn't want her singing.) "So what do you think? Is blood the defining thing that makes a family, or is the family you choose just as important?" She could go on in this vein forever if nobody stopped her.

"So today we're going to explore that question with movies! First up is an argument for blood being the defining thing: The Arkansas Weedwhacker Slaughter 3: Family Reunion!"

You were really trying to make a weekly thing of this, weren't you, Emmett? "I didn't mean it that literally," Gabrielle interjected, as sweetly as someone who was once again that close to throttling him could sound.

"I Dismember Mama?" he tried.¹

Gabrielle poked a finger somewhere in the general vicinity of his nose. "Keep trying."

"Fricasseed Blue Potatoes?" He smiled disarmingly. He hoped.

". . . do we have any?" Congratulations, Emmett, that worked -- on both the disarming count, and the 'prove Gabrielle has no idea beyond the titles' count.

He pointed. "Right there in the DVD player." All along.

"Funny, Emmett. Very funny." Oh, look, the DVD remote. How convenient a thing to try to whack him with.
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¹ There will never be a character from this movie at FH, and the title is too good by itself to meta.

[OOC: Written with hazlehurstmiss, as always. Club meeting is open now.]

Library [4-15]

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George had planned to spend all day at the library doing nothing.

It was his downfall to have Beka in the form of a terrier there with him to growl and chew on his pant leg every time he so much as sat down to relax. George was, sadly enough, working.

The Perfect Crime [Thursday, Period Five]

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Rick grinned and clapped his hands together as the class entered the classroom.

"Afternoon all," he began. "We have our final next week, so I hope you've all got your 'perfect crimes' all planned out to present to the rest of the class, so it can be picked apart detail by glorious detail."

"If you haven't, well, it's a good thing you've got today's class to work on it. You can work alone or brainstorm in groups, whichever works better for you, but I want some high quality plotting going on."

[OOC: OCD up.]

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