Library, Monday [6/14]

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Gabrielle was starting to understand the concept of this whole commuter-lifestyle thing, having portaled back from Greece late last night; it wasn't just for Mr. De Tamble's sake that she made sure to brew the coffee extra-strong today.

While she'd been home, she'd picked up a fresh supply of parchment and some quills, and as soon as her morning to-do list was squared away she sat down at the desk with a very large cup of coffee and unrolled one of the new scrolls slowly, reverently, eyes closed as she inhaled the scent with a blissful expression on her face.

It wasn't practically a ritual. It essentially was one. Don't judge.

Physical Education, Monday, Fourth Period

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This morning Gunn had received a handwavy message from Guy. Apparently he couldn't be there for class today and since Gunn had been so critical about the class lately then Gunn could teach the class while he was out.

So after posting a notice for everyone to meet at the Danger Room, Gunn went in and after some trial and error managed to get a setup that wasn't too dissimilar to his old haunts in LA.

"Listen up," Gunn said after everyone had signed in. "The coach couldn't be here today so he put me in charge. So if you just want to hang out or just leave it's fine by me. I'm not going rat you out. Otherwise you can run the obstacle course that I used to have my crew run in my old neighborhood. First person who calls it 'free running' gets a complimentary kick in the butt by yours truly. And if you need inspiration, just pretend you're being chased by angry bloodsuckers. Right? Okay."

Gunn clapped his hands together as if that answered all the questions. "So either get out of here or let's get to it!"

Surviving & Thriving -- Monday -- Second Period.

[atreideslioness]

The students had all received handwavey handwritten letters, informing them to meet in town for class today, with directions to Pixie Dust.

( When they arrived, the girl behind the counter gave them a interested once-over before going back to her magazine and soda. )

"If you find something you like, please see Captain Algren or myself for a ticket. I have standing accounts both here and at Turtle and Canary, which also carries clothing. You are each entitled to one ticket, as our final will be going off-island." She smiled and raised her hands to shoo them off. "Now go explore!"

[OOC: OCD up!]

Home Ec is Outrageous!; Monday, Period Five [ 06/14 ].

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"Good afternoon, eager students of mine!"

Aquaman stood at the front of the class, the dry erase board marked boldly with today's lesson and with a small armada of fishbowls in front of him; inside each, swimming in lazy, casual circles, were a variety of goldfish.

"With the recent events of the weekend, I almost considered postponing today's lesson for one about the proper care and maintenence of one's laundry, but, not only am I sure you'd like to move on from that ordeal, but today's topic is really too important! The family is the very crux of every household! And while I hope you've still got some time before you need to worry about settling down with little kiddies, preparation is often half the battle! I myself have a son, Arthur Jr! He's just about a teenager himself, so the road's probably just about to get bumpier."

( Children are our Future! )

"So come claim your fish, get to know him or her a little better, and have watching the film be your first activity together as a new family! I've brought plenty of popcorn and fish flakes!"

[[ please wait for the slowly approaching OCD has arrived! Go fish! ]]

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Unblinded Science, Period Six [6/14]

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Today's practicum is variations on a theme - camera obscura. For those with a general respect for living things, students will find workstations with materials and instructions to make a paint can camera.

( For those with a more adventurous/morbid turn of mind, there are squid: )

[ooc: Students are not required to participate in or even read the squid portion of the class today. Feel free to log in and make cameras and ignore the students in the other side of the classroom.

*Link in squid section is canon, but a bit icky. Forewarned, etc.]

Birth of Television Comedy, Monday, First Period

[chosehumanity]

"Not all comedy on TV is fiction," Mitchell began. For some godforsaken reason, he'd thought it was a good idea to take them out onto the dorm lawn for class today. He had his reasons. "Actually, the medium allows a lot of reflection on what's going on right then and there in the world, because as far as visual media goes, the internet is the only thing faster than the telly."

In some senses, anyway.

"They can respond to anything that happens in the news almost instantly. Like sports." Grin. "So we're going for something a bit recent now. Apres Match, since it's football season." Beat. "Proper football. I want you lot to watch the next few clips, and then... take a jersey--" He pointed at the stack of red-and-blue jerseys by his side, "--the ball, and play some football. If you can't work out the rules, just... pay attention to the program."

Another slight pause. "But play nice. I don't want this turning into the Battle of Nuremberg."

Flight and Flying [Tuesday, June 15]

[sith_happened]

"Today we're going to practice flying in combat," Anakin said with an excited little smile, "in X-Wing starfighters."

He waved at a droid-shaped hole on the back of the sim. "This is where your R2 unit would sit," Anakin added. "Or whatever the droid number is these days. It's your co-pilot who can get to mechanical problems while you're flying, like fixing shields that have been damaged by laser fire. Since we don't have a real R2 droid here the sim will take care of that for you. It'll also scream at you if it thinks you're going too fast."

On cue, the sim let out an electronic wail. Anakin had learned to ignore that sound early. He pointed into the cockpit. "These controls regulate atmosphere, gauge fuel and weapons' levels, as well as communications, landing gear and assorted other bells and whistles."

He smiled at them. "But don't worry too much--you're not going to be tested on this." He sat in the cockpit and showed them how to make the ship speed up, slow down, turn and spin. "Obviously, this moves much faster than anything else we've flown," he said, "and the sim has been programmed with the grav you'd have in your cockpit, so if you spin yourself too fast, you will make yourself sick."

Anakin clasped his hands together. "Okay. You'll each get a chance to try the sim out to learn how it works. You'll be in a program set way out in space so there's nothing for you to hit if you can't figure out how to steer right away. Once you feel more comfortable, there'll be a choice of two courses to run through--one that's strictly testing you on mobility, the other than also allows you to use the laser cannons."

He gave the class a cocky smile. "Before you came in, I set a new record on the sim for time and accuracy." Because Anakin had problems. "See if you can come close."