Home Ec is Outrageous!; Monday, Period Five [ 07/12 ].

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Aquaman did not at all seem to be in the front of the class with his usual gusto and enthusiasm. In fact, one could say that he looked possitively un-Aquaman-like. Sure, he was still in his unform, but the scales seemed to have lost a little bit of its gleam, there was a run in his tights, and his beard looked sadly untrimmed.

He still had a headache, and the only time he remembered feeling this nauseaus was the day after he and little Ariel had eaten sushi.

You see, this weekend, Aquaman learned about Long Island Ice Teas. Mostly that they were not at all like regular, refreshing ice teas, no thanks at all to Vice Principal Deadpool.

Still, the home ec classroom looked like a fabric store had imbibed about five hundred drinks too many and ralphed all over the place, as if Aquaman was compensating for everything he wanted to hack out by doing it with lace and polyester.

"Good morning, class!" Even ill as he felt, there was still a smile to that, albeit a watery one. "I hope you all made far better decisions last weekend than I myself did, but in the face of consequences, we must tackle them and move on, and so here is your lesson for today."

Last time, the brandishing of the sewing needle had been very impressive, but, this time, it just wound up seeming sadly anti-climatic.

"Sewing!"

( Darn Darning! )

"Good luck. I'll be...over here where thre's not as much light, should you need my assistance."

Not even a pun to go with it. It was a sad, sad day.

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Library, Monday, July 12

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After a quiet weekend, Henry spent most of today trying to get the cookbook section of the library in order.

At first, the thought the scents coming from the books -- mint and spaghetti sauce and roast beef and chocolate -- were his imagination. Then he got a paper cut and instinctively brought his hand to his mouth. The sweet spice on his finger made him suspect the book of Indian cookery he was holding literally tasted like curry, too.

He tried to convince himself not to spend the rest of his shift licking the cookbooks. That would just be bad form.

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

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When the students stepped into the Danger Shop for Reno's class today, they'd find themselves stepping into lobby of the dormitory all over again, with a few pointed differences. There seemed to be a barricade built against the boarded-up windows, consisting of a good deal of the furniture that had clearly been dragged down from the floors above them. The power to the building had been cut off completely, which meant that they were sitting in near-absolute darkness, because naturally Reno was going to be an ass and set this scenario for the dead of night.

( It wasn't pretty. )

[OCD is up! Have at it!]

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

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Class met in the Danger Shop today, and when students arrived, they'd find themselves in a landscape that looked like something from a science fiction film. "Good morning, class," Ghanima said. "And welcome to Mount St. Helens."

"Mount St. Helens is is an active stratovolcano, most famous for its catastrophic eruption on May 18, 1980, at 8:32 am PDT which was the deadliest and most economically destructive volcanic event in the history of the United States," she stated. "Fifty-seven people were killed; 250 homes, 47 bridges, 15 miles of railways, and 185 miles of highway were destroyed. A massive debris avalanche caused an eruption, reducing the elevation of the mountain's summit from 9,677 ft to 8,365 ft and replacing it with a 1 mile wide horseshoe-shaped crater."

( This little planet may look like a single solid mass, but it’s really made up of several massive plates of earth and rock )

Today you have two options. You may explore the crater here for Mount St. Helens and ponder the destructive forces that destroyed half a mountain, or you can create your own miniature volcano to study the unpredictability of these geological giants."

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Adventure Games, Monday, Period 3

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Ziva had the students meet by the main campfire again this week, but once everyone arrived, she led them into the preserve, where she'd set up for class. There were two thick ropes stretched out between trees and tied to the trunks - one was about a foot off of the ground, and was laid out over grassy land, and the other was about two feet off of the ground, and laid out over muddy ground.

"Today, we are going to test your balance, and see how well you can handle yourself on unsteady ground" she said. "Your task is simple: climb up onto one of these ropes and walk across to the other side. You may go forwards, or sideways, or however works best for you, and you may pick which rope you choose to cross. If you would like, you may ask someone to spot you to help you if you fall off. No one has to work alone if they do not want to."

Advanced Sneakiness [Tuesday, July 13, 1st period]

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Today the Danger Shop was set up as a very sedate garden party, complete with a bar (with a horrifically long line for what would turn out to be entirely alcohol-free drinks), waitstaff passing trays of dubious-looking appetizers and a band playing music designed to make you fall asleep in the shrubbery.

Anakin, who had spent far too much of his time as a Jedi attending such events, had designed this scenario himself, and strode out from the throng of partygoers (if this could really even be considered a party) and waved his hand to turn the chatter and the music off.

"Welcome to your next assignment," he said with a small smile as he glanced around at his students. "I'm a bit disappointed none of you found me last week. Perhaps you shall do better with a different environment." He waved his hand. "Behold, the cocktail party. Be it a dorm party, a homecoming dance, or a diplomatic function, it is guaranteed that there will be at least one person attending with you that you have no wish at all to speak with. Today Anemone, Elena and I will be playing such people. Your mission is to not get trapped into a conversation with us while not looking as if you are avoiding us like we carry something both smelly and catching." He smiled evilly evilly before waving his hand again. "Begin."