Sing Like a Pirate! [Thursday, Period 2]

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“Good day, cherubs!” Jack said, waving at his students with one hand as the other held onto the mainsail of his new ship. “This is the Red Lobster,” he continued grandly, waving at the brig with no small amount of pride. “I won it in a game of chance.” If by “game of chance” one meant “stole like a pirate did if you didn’t watch your ship carefully.” Jack was a big fan of the concept of finders keepers.

“Today is our first class on singing like genuine pirates,” he said, leaping down to land on the deck, “so haul yourselves up here using yonder ropes and grab hold of these even better ropes and repeat after me:

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.
We pillage, we plunder, we rifle, and loot,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot,
Drink up me 'earties, yo ho.
Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.
We extort, we pilfer, we filch, and sack,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
Maraud and embezzle, and even high-jack,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.
We kindle and char, inflame and ignite,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
We burn up the city, we're really a fright,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
We're rascals, scoundrels, villans, and knaves,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
We're devils and black sheep, really bad eggs,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.
We're beggars and blighters, ne'er-do-well cads,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
Aye, but we're loved by our mommies and dads,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.”

As he sang, Jack pulled rhymatically on the rope, beginning to hoist the mainsail into place. Once the class went through the song the first time, Jack waved his hand at Puck and said, “Carry on! I have important captaining to do,” then wove off down the deck.

Puck stared after him, and promptly said, "Sweet. I'm in charge. Okay, I'm not a big fan of that first-day introduction crap -- I already know you if I want to. But I bet he wants us to do something like that, so, um...your name, your grade, and your favorite type of music. And what you think this boat should be renamed to. I'll go first. I'm Puck, I'm a junior, and I like classic rock." He winked at that, because apparently he thought he was cool for that detail. "And I say we name the boat after me, which is what I'm gonna do if I don't like anyone else's suggestion.

Never mind that they'd be keeping the original name because Puck had no authority here. He pointed at random, saying, "You go next."

[Cowritten with the fabuloous Fry, who's AFK and made the mistake of leaving me in charge, mwahahaha. I'm in and out throughout the day tomorrow!]

Inventing for Dummies; Sixth Period, Tuesday [ 07/08 ].

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Two classes. Two! At least this one only had a handful of students in it, but that might possibly be more work for Farnsworth, as he couldn't just pawn them off on each other while he took a nap as easily. Still, the reaction of Tuesday's class had bolstered him with the courage that he could be equally cruel to this batch, so there was a smile on his face when the kids came in. A smile on his face, and a clicker for a projection slide machine in his hand.

"Everybody here?" asked Farnsworth after a good, long, awkward few minutes after everyone clearly was, where he said nothing and didn't even move, and might have been thought of being either asleep, wax, or even dead. " You are. Damn. Too bad. Let's get started, then, I suppose, before my heart stops beating again."

No introductions. No explanation of the class or what they were all doing here or anything like that. Just straight into the dimmed lights and the slide show.

( Crappy Inventions through the Ages. )

And finally, he seemed to be reaching something suggesting an end.

"But lucky you, you can hopefully avoid such travesties. Hopefully, your horrible inventions will be small beans compared to these whoppers. If anything, you're being taught by one of the greatest inventors of the thirty first century. After all, without me, the world would not have (click!)Fast Cars, (click!) Trendy Night Clubs, and (click!) beautiful women."

The last slide showed bright white, and the lights flickered back on.

"And there's the slide show. Expect a test next week, so I hope you took notes." Although he planned to have the test cover absolutely nothing that was covered today. "Oh, and there's one other thing. Now, what was it...?"

Tapping his fingers together, Professor Farnsworth was clearly trying to think of what it was. One minute went by. A second.

"Ah, yes," it finally came to him. "Get lost!"


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Self Defense and Kickassery for Dummies; Thursday Fourth Period [1st. Class]

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The students had been noticed handwavily that the class would take place in the Danger Shop. Once they arrived they would see the place looked pretty much like a dojo, and nothing else. Leaning on one of the pillars was the teacher, who didn't acknowledge or react to the students arriving until the time for her class started; for some Faith was probably just another student. This time the students were less, and Faith was glad of that; she liked the idea of being able to focus on all of them proprely, and smaller numbers were easier to handle.

Once the time had come, Faith parted from the pillar, placing herself in front of the class.

( So, this is the deal )

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Library, Thursday.

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After three years of her Tuesday shift, working on a Thursday was weird.

Still, there was coffee to be made, books to shelve, periodicals to process, and sentient dust bunnies to chase. Same library, even if it was a change to her schedule. Happily, the Anemone that was working today was much better at dealing with change than the Anemone of three years ago, so that was a bonus.

And chasing the dust bunnies? Never got old.

[The OCD got eaten by my paperwork.]

Arching 101, Thursday, Period Seven

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In what might just be the most surreal class of the day (though the narrative makes no guarantees for the week and certainly not for the entire summer), the students of Arching 101 would find not one but two men dressed as giant butterflies at the front of the room today. Welcome to class, kids.

Which is actually, word for word, how the students would be greeted by the taller of the two as soon as the bell rang. "Welcome to class, kids," he said in his oddly Ray Romano-esque voice. "This is Arching 101, where we're going to teach you how to provide first-rate, professional menace." ( Snipped for talky henchmen )

[Please wait for OCD is up. and has been. I am just dumb]

Battlefield Tactics, Thursday

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Upon arrival in the Danger Shop, the students would find that there was... nothing.

Well. In one sense of the word; there was mud beneath their feet, very sticky mud. There were what seemed to be small clumps of rocks, here and there, and further in the distance, the swaying motions of what appeared to be a tree.

But what was clearest wasn't clear at all: a dense fog, that laid over everything like a blanket.

There was also no sign of a teacher.

Great Trials in History, Thursday, Fifth Period

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Squall watched the hands of the clock slowly tick forward into the time that they should be having class. And one person was still very much not in the room.

With a grumpy sigh he stood up and walked to the front of the class.

(Why do these things always fall on me?)

"Okay, so it looks like Ms. Cabot is late," he announced. "I'm not the teacher, and I'm not the TA, but whatever. We should be doing something instead of just sitting around."

He shrugged. "We should do introductions, I guess, because that's what people do. My name is Squall Leonhart. Tell me yours, and then... I dunno. We should talk about trials, or whatever."



[OOC: Relly's feeling much better than she was yesterday, but she's still resting up. Class will be back to normal next week.]

Practical Marksmanship | Session 1 | Fourth Period | 7/9/2010

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( And so begins Practical Marksmanship. )

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