Inventing for Dummies; Sixth Period, Thursday [ 07/15 ].

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Congratulations, students. You've made it to the second week, and your reward is that you actually get to try to do something instead of sitting there, watching a slide show. Farnsworth was at the head of the class and on his desk were four large boxes, each marked with the name of a student in the class.

"The world," Farnsworth announced, "is ending. Again. It's probably all your fault, too, so way to go, cracker jack! You're also, Zombie Jesus help us, our only hope to be saved, but your options are limited. In each of these boxes, you'll find the few materials that, facing world crisis, you've been able to scrap together, and now you must invent something out of them to rescue the world from its impending doom."

"Collect your box and then pick which world ending scenario you're going to try to get out butts out of alive. You have until ten minutes to the end of the hour. When it gets to be that time, someone please wake me up, as I'll be napping, and we'll see what brilliant ideas you came up with."

And that was that. Almost as soon as he finished that last statement, Farnsworth's head was tilting back and he snored. Throughout the class, he was wont to suddenly wake up with an exclamation, usually a "Wha? Who?", look around to make sure everyone was working, and then drift back off.

He got all his best sleep in class, really.



[[ OCD is on the way! ready to save the world from Kevin Costner ]]

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Sing Like a Pirate! [Thursday, July 15, 2nd period]

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It was a beautiful day to be upon the high seas, or the low seas, or--as Jack privately thought of them--the medium seas around Fandom.

"You came back!" he said from up in the rigging as the students climbed aboard the ship. "How absolutely delightful!" He leaped down to land on the deck. "I forgot a tiny little oversight last week--" students from his last class would know what was coming, "and so I have arranged for more appropriate attire"--and that was certainly debatable--"for you to wear while serving aboard the Red Lobster."

Once the students had changed, Jack stood before them. "Very well! Let us sing!"

His song choice might leave the students questioning his sanity, if they hadn't begun to already:

( Cut for so. many. lyrics )

Just another morning in Fandom.

Library, Thursday.

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Anemone had managed to satisfy her curiosity yesterday, although she readily admitted that she should really work on getting over that habit of touching strange objects.

Except that things like red buttons or talking things or fluffy things were fun and...

Right. That was one habit she was never going to break.

Today would be spent filing periodicals; the only glimpse of Anemone that could be seen from the lobby would be brief flashes of color, gone before it could fully register.

Ring the bell for service, and either Anemone or Gulliver may reappear. Until then, they were lost in the stacks.

[OCD is outside in the sunshine. Open with general SP warning.]

Self Defense and Kickassery for Dummies; Thursday Fourth Period [2nd. Class]

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One by one the students would be dropping by on their nicely simulated dojo, only to find Faith already there, stretching. Well, at least it was better than to be greeted by a completely uninterested glance. This time as well she kept it quiet until the time for her class actually started as well; students would notice she was going through the simple kata they had been doing the last class. Being as unresourceful as she was with words, she wasn't about to misuse the few ones she had prepared beforehand; she had prepared her speeches before every class, obviously -even if she had really gotten some unfinished rantings and vague concepts written down before giving up on the idea-. Still, each student would get a small nod as a greeting, and then ordered to sit quietly on the tatami -no chairs this time, but the padded floor was pretty comfortable-, or to stretch as well; as long as they remained silent, it was fine for her.

Once the time for the class to start actually arrived, she got the group sitting in the tatami, and cleared her throat.
( Class number two! )

[OCD, wait for it is up!]

Battlefield Tactics, Thursday

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This time, the students' visit to the Danger Shop would reveal a teacher. Kerrigan stood atop a rock, her arms crossed and her bearing very, very steady. "This is a practical course," she said. "Nobody's going to teach you how to run an army in seven easy steps, so I hope that's not what you had in mind when you joined us here."

She raked her eyes over the kids. "Practicals," she said. "The goal is for you to start thinking creatively through experience." A pause. "Or something like that. You, and you. You, you..." She pointed at a few random students, pairing them up one with the other. "Team up. On the other side of this ridge is a small army. We have higher ground, they've got numbers. Near the back of their encampment, against this very same rock, is their food supply."

"You're all outnumbered. So the trick is to starve your enemy. It's going to be hard for them to find another way out of this valley and set up a steady supply route. You've got some Danger Shop explosives to take care of the whole thing, but don't abuse the Danger Shop safeties."

One more glance their way.

"Now go."

Great Trials in History, Class #2, Period 5 (7-15)

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Alex was tired from her trip to Gotham, and distracted by concern about her new client. All the same, this week, their teacher was actually going to show up and teach the class. Wasn't that a novelty!

"Welcome," Alex said. "You have my apologies for deserting you last week. I hope none of you fared too poorly in my absence. To make it up to you, we'll discuss two different trials this week."

And because the two went together, and she'd intended to discuss them jointly on the syllabus, but those were details.

( Socrates and Galileo )

Arching 101, Thursday, Period Seven

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"Costumes," said the masked teachers when all the students had entered the room. "Like superheroes, those of us involved in the Arching business wear costumes to protect our identity. Underneath our masks and capes may lie an ordinary, unassuming, average people, but as soon as we don our uniforms, we become something else. Something greater."

"That's right," 24 agreed. "We may be fearsome wonders to behold now, but should you see us without our costumes, you might just walk by, unaware that you had passed two of the most dangerous henchmen in the Fluttering Horde."

Fear them, people. Fear them and their butterfly costumes.

"The trick to picking out costumes is that there has to be a theme," 21 continued. "A theme that can extend to not only yourself, but your henchpeople of both genders, your lair, your gear and weapons, and any other sidekicks and extras you have hanging around. There also has to be a reason for your theme. What, you think that the Monarch just threw a dart or something? It has to fit your villain persona, suggest to everyone just the kind of person you are, without having to say a word."

"If it fits in with your mysterious backstory, all the better!" 24 interjected with a grin.

"As an example, we've created some slides to demonstrate what we mean." After several minutes of scuffling, grunting, and cursing, the henchmen finally got the projector to work. "Where was I? Oh right! So, our leader, The Monarch. Please notice how his fully functional wings suggest a regal cape, and the crown he wears shows his authority." Next slide. "Here, we have Dr. Mrs. The Monarch, his lovely wife. Notice how her costume shows off her affiliation with her husband and is yet still unique to her? This is important, you don't want your rulers looking like the rank-and-file. See how well their costumes compliment one another? But the theme extends beyond simple costumes. It extends to vehicles, weapons, and even our base of operations!" 21 sounded very nostalgic as he turned off the projector.

"So now it's up to you! Decide on your theme--complete with color scheme. You don't want to look that that orange and green scaly guy, do you?--and figure out how to incorporate it into as many aspects of your arching life as possible! Some of you may wish to start with deciding on your villainous persona. Others might prefer to come up with a theme first and fit your persona to that. Either way works, and we'll both be around for ideas."

[I am SO sorry! OCD up]