Wednesday, June 23rd, 2010

carpe_demon: (Come with me if you want to live)
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Drake had the class meet in the Danger Shop this time. He was his own personal Danger Shop in a way, but he had plans for the students to make use of it.

"You've made it through dates and dancing and singing and other romantic gestures, now it's time for the big moment," Drake said. "The marriage proposal. The concept of marriage varies from culture to culture, but it's generally some kind of pledge to spend the rest of your lives together, along with an exchange of some sort of token, like a ring." Not that kind of ring, Karla.

"There are all sorts of ways to propose. Generally, you want to choose some sort of romantic moment to proclaim your everlasting love, like a candlelit dinner, but there are no set rules. There are plenty of ways to do it. You can hire an airplane to fly a banner through the sky. You can spell it out on the ground and take him or her for a hot air balloon ride -- just don't drop the ring. You can hide the ring in a wineglass or dessert, but you have to be careful they doesn't accidentally eat it and spoil the moment. You can propose via a huge view screen at a sporting event, but you gotta be prepared for public humiliation in that case if the object of your affection says no. You can even go on a TV show to pick your mate, but that's kind of silly."

Drake moved over to Angela and sank down to one knee, snapping his fingers to conjure up a ring. He held it up to her, his eyes full of adoration. "Or you can simply drop down to one knee and say 'Angela, I love you. Will you marry me?'"

Drake hopped back up to his feet and vanished the ring before Angela could react. "Anyway, your final assignment is to imagine you're with the person you're spending the rest of your life with. You want to ask him or her to be your husband or wife. Then pair up and make that proposal. You can play with the Danger Shop controls if you want to create the atmosphere, and I'll give you big points for creativity."

Library [06/23]

Wednesday, June 23rd, 2010 03:14 am
likethegun: (i'm one with the mighty coffee bean)
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Today had been a long time in coming, but the fact remained that with workshops ending this week, today was officially Sam's last day working in the library, Once he was done with his morning routine, Sam sat down and just relaxed, thinking about all the things that had happened here over the years - and not just about the time he'd snuck in to have sex here, Dean. As much as Sam was looking forward to college, he was really, really going to miss this job.
[identity profile] flipped-god-off.livejournal.com
It was the official last day of class. Loki would have been sad if he hadn't known he was going to end up teaching again. Power was fucking intoxicating.

"Last day of class," he said, smiling at all the students. "I bet you couldn't wait. You all made it through without annoying the fuck out of me or dying. Congratulations. I don't have any sort of final prepared because fuck that noise. I hope you've learned something in this class. If you take anything away, I hope it's that rules are made to be fucking broken sometimes and just because there's guidelines written down doesn't mean they need to be followed. Be your own fucking person."

With that, he sat at the desk and put his feet up. "I'm sticking around the for the class but if you wanna leave, you can fucking go. If you don't, well, don't."

Maybe this was a sort of final. To see who would actively go against him and his word and who wouldn't. He wasn't grading it but he could see if he could predict who would stay and who would go.

"So, make your choice and get to it."
[identity profile] justagalegirl.livejournal.com
Alysha might have been looking more than a little bit distracted during this, the final meeting of their class. The tug in her heart that led back to her family was stronger than ever, and she couldn't quite concentrate on anything but the urge to call Charlie and have her take her home.

When Alysha found out which auntie had caused this, she was going to be very displeased.

"Last class today!" she said once everyone was assembled in the Home Ec room. "Thank you all for being a fun one, and I hope you've learned a little of use." Even if it was just the difference between sugar and salt... "Today we're working on making an Australian treat that's kinda awesome. The Pavlova. It's a little bit finicky so I'd advise you guys pair up to do this and double check your partner." She was rather hoping Karla and Rilla didn't pair up. That sounded like it would end badly.

"So, let's give it a try. And before you leave, pick up a copy of the recipe book I made up. It has all the receipes we made in class along with a moddable assortment of other ones to check out."
[identity profile] eager-platypus.livejournal.com
When the students arrived to class today, they would find themselves on a big boat in the middle of the ocean. Ziva was just hoping that no one was easily seasick.

"You have been a very good class, and I am glad that you all decided to be here with me," Ziva said with a smile. "I thought that perhaps we would do something nice and simple today. If you do not enjoy swimming, then you may stay on the boat and relax. However, there are dolphins in the water, and they would very much enjoy having people with whom to swim. What does this have to do with our class? Sometimes, blending in simply means not posing a threat, and scaring someone, or something, away." Like adorable, friendly animals. "Whatever you choose to do is fine, and I will be here if you have any questions."
superartie: (party artie)
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Artie had himself a Krebstar 2000* personal portable radio, today, a table with a slushie machine and some boxes of cookies on it, and a lot of things that may or may not be usable as musical instruments.

"Last class!" he said, giving an exaggerated sniff. "That means it's time . . ." He struck an artful pose. "To party!" He hopped over to the table, giving a very Vanna-esque gesture of demonstration. "We have tasty snacks like fig newlies!* Delicious beverages like the Grape Judas!* And of course, music!" He turned on the personal radio, which blasted something bouncy and distinctively 1990s. "Lets! Get! Funky!"

* Yeah, I'm totally name dropping from the series, now. You can probably guess what these various things are.

[ooc: waaaaaaait for it. . . . Get down with your bad selves!]

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