The Day After Doomsday: Getting By In a Post-Apocalyptic World - Period 2

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When students arrived for class today, they’d step into a Danger Shop scene that looked something like a freeze-frame from a bad end of the world movie. They were standing in the middle of what looked to be endless wasteland, a dark greenish haze marring the sky somewhere beyond, on the horizon. And above them in the sky, there was a giant rock, burning and casting a red tinge on the few clouds above that weren’t a sick smog green. Hanging in the sky beside that meteor, less than a quarter of the size? Was the moon.

“Yo!” Yes, this was the traditional greeting of the being known as Reno, who sauntered into the Danger Shop a full five minutes late for his own first class of the term with his hands in his pockets and a smile on his face that suggested that he didn’t much give a damn what anybody thought about that fact, either. Maybe he was feeling lazy today. Maybe he just wanted to give his students a few minutes to stare up at the flaming ball of death that was looming above them.

“Welcome to the end of the world. An inescapable calamity that’ll fall down from above, wiping out all life on The Planet as we know it. And there ain’t nothin’ you can do but sit back and stare at the sky, counting down the days until it gets here. Technology won’t save you. The space program on your world is a joke, and the most powerful explosive that your world superpower could muster, that bad boy up there shrugged off like a mosquito, yo. There ain’t no hope. So!” Reno looked around at the students gathered around him, and then crossed his arms over his chest. “Introductions time, boys and girls. This is our first lesson together, an’ that’s as heavy as I’m gonna get on our first day. Name, age, what the hell you’re doin’ in a messed-up class like this one, and what you’d do with your last few weeks before rocks fall an’ everyone dies.”

Such a happy bunch of introduction questions!

“And Ino, after class, I wanna talk to you, yo. And your Rookie, too.”

[OCD is up! Syllabus and roster are here.]

Private Investigation: The Essentials [Monday, Period Four]

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The workshop was meeting out by the campfire because... well, because this was summer camp and Jake was pretty sure that's how things were supposed to go. At least none of them looked like juvenile delinquents. That was a good sign.

"Afternoon, b'ys," he greeted the lot of them. "You're here because you want to learn a thing or two about being a detective, and I'm here to be teachin' ye that."

"So hows about we start with tellin' me your name, and instead of something about yourself, since this is a class about detective work, I wants ye to tell me something you've observed about someone else in the class. For example, my name's Jake, and I'll have none of this Mr. Doyle stuff, just Jake, and I can tell that she," he jabbed a thumb at Harper, "makes her own clothes. A right clever seamstress, that one."

"And if you can't figure something out about someone in the class for real, pull something out of your arse. Lying convincingly is a useful skill in the field of private investigation." He waved a hand at someone random. "G'wan now, luh."

Once the introductions had finished, he added, "And one more thing. I'm looking for a TA, so if anyone feels like that's something they'd be interested in, come talk to me."

[ooc: plz to hold for OCD up!]

Home Ec is Outrageous!; Monday, Period Five [ 07/05 ].

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And so, then next chapter of Aquaman's Adventures in High School Education was about to begin! While the topics were the same, it was a new batch of curious students ready to learn, and he hoped that he could still throw in a few surprises as they did. As the students came into the home ec classroom, they would find on their tables a box of various supplies, some crayons and markers and paints, scissors and hot glue guns. And glitter, of course! One had to have glitter!

( Introductions & Color Scheme! )

"So, if there aren't any questions, five minutes! And then we'll talk color!"

[[ please wait for the slowly approaching OCD was not so slow today. Have at it! ]]

[[ Class Syllabus and Roster! ]]

Library, Monday, 7/5

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It was strange, coming into the library Monday morning and not being greeted by the scent of coffee and the sound of a quill furiously scratching away.

Henry was really going to miss Gabrielle.

Grouchily, he made his own coffee, then set to work reordering the periodical section and making note of which magazines had disappeared. Sometimes it seemed like they had legs.

... at this school, that was a distinct possibility.

[OOC: OCD stole the New Yorker and took it to that kiddie pool.]

Keeping Your Advantage: Terrain and You, Week I [Monday, Period 1]

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Today's class met at the main campfire, and as the students arrived, they'd find their teacher playing with a few left-over sparklers from the other night.

Occasionally, Ghanima did act her physical age instead of her mental one.

"Well now," she said, her voice carrying effortlessly. "Many new faces! How very exciting! And for those of you that I've seen before... welcome back."

Ghanima was not sure if it was a mark of approval in her choice in subject matter, or if her students were simply masochists. She was not ruling out either option.

"For those of you that are new, I am Lady Ghanima Atreides, and this is Keeping Your Advantage. If you have not had one of my classes before, you may call me Lady Ghanima, Miss Ghanima, or Miss Atreides, whichever you are more comfortable with. The first person to call me Lady Atreides gets detention," Ghanima announced, smiling. "Lady Atreides is my grandmother, and I will not answer to it."

"This is a class intended to give you a basic grounding in the varying types of terrain you may encounter, and how to survive it. The simple fact that you are at this school is testimony to the fact that you never know where you may find yourself."

"From cityscapes to icebergs, each week we will look at a different type of terrain, and one thing you can do to make your life easier. Please be aware that there is no syllabus to this class, because I don't want you to have time to prepare for each scenario. Many times you will have to work with only the things you have on you during an emergency, and learning to keep your wits about you is important."

"Today, we are going to start with the most basic skill you can have: making a fire, and some basic cooking skills. I'd like you to work as a group to get this fire started, and then we'll make some hot dogs, s'mores, baked potatoes, and grilled cheese."

[OOC: OCD UP!]

Adventure Games, Monday, Period 3

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Ziva, like many of the other teachers it seemed, had decided that the weather was nice enough to hold class outside by the main campfire.

"Good afternoon," she said, taking a look around at everyone. "My name is Ms. David, and this is Adventure Games. Hopefully, you are all in the right place. If not, you are welcome to stay anyway. My goal is for this to be a very summer camp-appropriate workshop. We are going to be active and have some fun and not do anything that requires too much thinking. I hope that is all right with you all." She'd met some nerdy students, it was possible the answer to that was no.

"Today, we are going to do two things. First, I would like everyone to introduce themselves so that I can learn all of your names. Then you are going to pick partners, and we are going to do trust falls. Many of the activities we will be doing will involve working together. You must learn to trust one another if any of you are going to succeed."

Leadership For Social Change - Class 1 - Period 7

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The lights were dimmed in the Danger Shop when the students entered. A row of footlights shone out from the front of the classroom, illuminating the desks clearly but making it impossible to see anything further than the front row of desks.

Once the students were seated and somewhat settled, the footlights cut off abruptly. Music started playing, a dramatic, suspense-building tune; a bit of Spanish guitar in a minor key mixed with a techno background. As it crescendoed, the lights flash as though lightning had struck. Backlights clicked on, illuminating the silhouette of a man standing on a raised platform at the front of the room. A deep maniacal laugh filled the room. "I am," the man says, "DOCTOR HORRIBLE!" He paused dramatically and pressed a button on a small remote in his hand. ( Welcome to LEADERSHIP FOR SOCIAL CHANGE )