Laser Tag Adventures [First Period, Thursday]

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When the class arrived at the Danger Shop, they would have found themselves in a maze of dark, twisty passages, all alike. The walls were made of prefabricated metal and the dim lights flickered on and off.

"Morning, kids, and welcome to the mining 624-Victor Lima" Rick said, his voice barely above a whisper. "As you can see, the miners seem to have vanished, and our job is to find them."

"Due to the lack of natural light and the intermittent power, you've been provided with motion trackers." He pointed to the boxes attached to the stocks of their lasers. The screens on the boxes showed a number of small green dots clustered around the centre. "They'll let you know if someone or something is moving around you. We're the ones in green. Unknowns will show up in white, and hostiles in red."

"Now follow me and try not to shoot each other."

Well, nothing could go wrong with this class. Nothing at all.

[OOC: OCD up.]

[Class Roster]

Arts & Crafts, Period 2, 6-18

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"Good morning, everyone," Steve said. "Sorry I had to cancel last week, something came up at the last minute." He was retired, but when the president called, he still had to answer. "I hope you enjoyed your time off. But we're all here now, and we'll be making dreamcatchers." Steve held up a completed dreamcatcher. You could tell he hadn't made it by how it looked halfway decent. For some reason, competency in this particular skill set eluded him. "Dreamcatchers originated in the Ojibwa culture, where charms based on spiderwebs were hung over infants' cradles to catch bad dreams, allowing only good ones to pass through--and I suspect we could all do with fewer bad dreams. So, normally I would show you how this works, but that would just teach you how to tie your fingers to a hoop. All the materials and instruction sheets you'll need are out, and if you run into trouble, I'll help as best I can. Get to it!"

The Great Outdoors | Friday | Period 1

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Fraser was out of uniform and the class was meeting inside today. Fraser didn't seen anything at all wrong with this. In fact, Fraser didn't see much wrong with anything today. He was flopped in a chair, slouched and looking rumpled.

"So, we're doing things on the elements," he said with an air of not caring about this. Teaching was boring, the kids were boring, everything was boring and he was just doing this for the paycheck, honestly. "The elements are...weather. It's that simple. Do I really have to explain it any further?"

Fraser hoped not. He was boring himself already. God, why couldn't he have taught something cool? Or something where none of the students looked like dweebs.

"Today, the Danger Shop's set up for four very different scenarios," he continued, just reading verbatim off the syllabus in front of him. "Heavy rains, heavy snow, incredible heat and a windstorm. It's up to you to take what you've learned before and survive out there. Your choice of season, your choice of survival. Don't come crying to me if you die."

With that, Fraser waved a hand dismissively so the students would get away from him.

Dating, Hooking Up and Sex, Class 6, Friday period 3

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Dean had taken one look at the yak who was bitch facing at him from the back of the class and fell down laughing. He knew exactly who it was -- he'd recognize those emo bangs anywhere and no one could bitch face like his little brother, no matter what form he was wearing.

Once he got himself back under control, Dean began today's lecture. "So today we're looking at complications that can come up in the pursuit of dating and/or sex. ( Specifically the kinds of weird complications that happen in Fandom that don't happen anywhere else. )

First Aid - Danger Shop, Friday, Period 5 [Week 6]

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The Danger Shop was set up like a waiting room again. Magazines and medical journals, a kids' table with toys and plates of cookies were scattered around the room, all circa 1960. The cookies weren't from 1960. They were real and fresh.

"Symptoms can look a lot alike. How can you tell the difference between a simple illness and something serious? The truth is, it takes years of practice and studying. You don't have time for that yet, so we're going to go through a case study so you can get a feel for what you should be looking for and how you should approach a potential emergency. One at a time, come through to the examination room. It's your choice if you come in. I won't try to force you. While it's not your turn, help yourselves to the reading material and the cookies."

Ocker 101 - period four - week 6 [18/06]

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When the students arrived in the Danger Shop, they could be forgiven for thinking they were in the wrong place. Given the rolling lawn, impeccably groomed and emerald green, the tables with actual lace tablecloths and the exquisite food, bone china and fine silver it would be a safe assumption. The tables for sitting and the tables holding food and tea were arranged under a large white gazebo which was covered in climbing roses.

Mick was sitting in one of the chairs, holding a delicate teacup and saucer, pinky elegantly curved. "Today we're going to learn about afternoon tea, and the proper way to behave if you're invited. Everyone take a seat." Once his students had complied, Mick explained the proper etiquette for attending afternoon tea, then nodded at the elegant tables. "Now it's time to put it to use."

[Do wait for the OCD, Thank you kindly.]