Arching 101, Thursday, Period Seven

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Today, the students had been handwavily notified to meet in the Danger Shop, which was set up to look like an office building. There was an android receptionist behind the desk, there was a line of uncomfortable plastic chairs for them to sit in, and their teachers were standing next to a watercooler arguing about something that sounded like 'Smurf estrus' in hushed tones. As soon as the last student arrived, their broke off their conversation and ( turned towards their class. )

Inventing for Dummies; Sixth Period, Thursday [ 07/29 ].

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"Hello, class that's only slightly less cumbersome than my other class," Farnsworth said once the hour had begun, always one for a great opening. "Today we're going to be talking about the second best thing about inventing, and that's the money. The first, as I'm sure you all know, is the power. You can take over the world with the right invention. Or the wrong invention. It's all how you market it."

"So your assignment for today is to show me something you've invented and try to market it. With the right marketing, you can brainwash millions of people into thinking they need your invention, or even just your service. It could be something like, oh, I don't know, underwear, or dog make-up, or the ever useful electric frankfurter. But it's all in how you sell it! Let me give you an example. I'll play for you two advertisements ran for my shipping company, Planet Express, you tell me which one makes you want to invest in the product more."

"First, my advertisement." With the click of a button and a dimming of the lights, a video began to play on the wall.

"And now, some other advertisement made by some punk in suspenders." Click, and the second advertisement played.

Then the lights went back up. "Now, if you said the first one, congratulations, I'm not going to fail you out of spite. If you said the second one, then you're a greased-up, gel-haired yuppie and I hope you die of boneitus. You have no boxes today, just a lot of random crap to work with. Find a way to invent something interesting out of some of it and then put together a schpiel that will make me want to get off my lazy ass and out of my recliner to spend my ill-gotten gains on your crappy product."

And, for the purposes of the class, Farnsworth actually had brought in a La-Z-Boy, sat down, propped up his slippered feet, and got comfortable. "Go on," he waved a hand, "you haven't got all day. I have my weekly bowel movement scheduled at the end of class."

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Battlefield Tactics, Thursday

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There were a few things students might notice about their teacher today. One being that Kerrigan had put on some weight. And got a sex change. Oh, and a snazzy costume.

The snazziest.

"As many of you may know, I am not in fact your teacher," Deadpool said, shocking all who heard. "She's... somewhere. I dunno. Maybe buying pretty things and cooing over small baby animals. That's what chicks do in their free time, right?"

Totally!

"So, instead of whatever lesson she had planned for today, you're all gonna watch a movie. A cinematic achievement that made shaving your head not nearly as crazy as Britney did," he continued, popping the DVD into the player. "I don't think I'd recommend it for any of you, but... you know."

A beat.

"Also, that's totally chick me. Demi before she got her boytoy. Oh, Bruce Willis, when will you find love again?"

Library, Thursday

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"We are the hollow men/We are the stuffed men/Leaning together/Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!" The book Anemone was toting around was large and dusty as she did a pirouette with it. "Our dried voices, when/We whisper together/Are quiet and meaningless/As wind in dry grass."

She'd fed Special Collections cupcakes again, and a book had fallen off a shelf at her. Anemone figured it was bored and wanted to be read.

"Or rats' feet over broken glass/In our dry cellar."

[OOC: OCD got distracted by cupcakes and I did not spend all morning thinking it was Wednesday. Hush.]

Great Trials in History, Class #4, Period 5 (7-29)

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Alex was somewhat distracted by her concerns about her client, still locked up in Gotham City, and the upcoming trial. That was, however, no excuse not to teach a full, competent class.

She did let it influence her selection of topic, however.

( Insanity and the M'Naghten Rules )

Self Defense and Kickassery for Dummies; Thursday Fouth Period [4th. Class]

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As the student arrived the Danger shop, they would find the same mat from the last class. What they would find that wasn't there the last class was the muscular man standing next to Faith, hands crossed on his back, giving a calculating look at the students as they entered. Faith wasn't doing any warming up this time -she had already, but shhh!- and instead was carefully turning her hair into a single braid; carefully because she hadn't done that in ages, and she wanted to get it right. There was no talking from any of them, but once the class was meant to start, Faith took a couple of steps away from the man, and faced the students.

( So, Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu )

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The Pen Is Mightier [Thursday, 1st Period]

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Rick was not in the classroom today, rather like he hadn't been in class last week. This time, though, there was someone to replace him. Or at least stand in for him. That someone was the Doctor, a man who looked to be in his 20s with a thing for tweed and bow ties.

"Hello! Your teacher is missing. Nothing to be alarmed about, though my TAs are missing too, so perhaps there is. Not sure. I should find out." He'd been busy with things. "I will find out," he assured them. "But not now, because we have a class to teach. Me to teach, you to learn. The Pen is Mightier. It doesn't say what it's mightier than, but the power of the word is very mighty indeed, so let's agree with that. I'm the Doctor, by the way, in case you didn't know and need to call for help. I don't know what you'll need to call for help for, but it never hurts to be prepared.

We won't be writing today, so you can put your pens away, but every good story that's been written down started out in someone's head or someone telling a story out loud to someone else. They turn into novels or short stories or sometimes urban legends or myths. I have a few myths about myself around the place, though only part of them are true. So here we go. There are only a few of you, we should be able to manage this. We're going to come up with a story, off the top of our heads, doesn't matter how detailed or simple it is. You start. Say it out loud for everyone to hear and then pass it off to the next person to continue when you're done. We'll keep going round and round until we're finished."