Cons & Confidence Men: How Not to Get Taken, Class 6

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"I hope you're all mostly recovered from last weekend's ordeals," Sophie said, settling in to the Danger Shop (not got up to resemble your average mall) with a cup of coffee. "Today we're covering neuro-linguistic programming; the art of associating positive images and emotions with something you're trying to buy or sell to someone else. The key to making it work is a series of 'beats' and gestures that focus your target's subconscious on the words that you're saying. Moving their eyes from left, to right, while you attempt to convince them; 'anchoring' their thoughts while touching them or using keywords as you touch other objects... In short, it's a very basic type of hypnosis. People are more suggestible than they believe." She tilted her head. "Some people, of course, are making money on hosting seminars in how to do so they can pick up members of the opposite sex. But that's a more basic type of scam."

Sophie smiled. "Watch this video here, on this monitor, and then either discern when salespeople are trying the techniques on you, or attempt to convince bystanders here in this mall to loan you money for a cab, a phone call, or whatever else you think you'll need, by using the techniques."

[OCD on its way up!]

Battlefield Tactics, Thursday

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There was a simple sign pasted on the door to the Danger Shop that day. There was no sign of a teacher.

It simply read,

I'm assuming you already encountered a class's worth of field experience last weekend.

Take one.

With any luck you won't have been too incompetent, either...

--Lieutenant Kerrigan.

Near the front of the door was a small pile of books on gun care.

[[ react as you wish; late due to the fact that Dublin airport? turns out to be better at booze than it is at wifi ]]

The Pen Is Mightier [Thursday, 1st Period]

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Today the Danger Shop was set up to resemble the ground floor of Efferton Manor, complete with boarded up windows from the weekend.

And the not-so-faint sound of singing.

"Morning kids," Rick greeted them in what could best be described as an overly cheerful manner. "Not all experiences a writer draws upon are positive ones, some are sad, some are traumatic, some are just really annoying." Guess which of the three today's class was going to focus on.

"Now as you may have heard, we currently have some interesting visitors to the island, much less horrifying than the last batch." Unless you had a deathly fear of Canadian divas, that was. "They are however quite loud, and quite persistent. What I want you to do this class is just wander about the house, doing whatever takes your fancy, you just can't go outside, or get away from the singing. While you're doing that, every so often, take note of how you and your classmates tolerate the constant noise."

"Then think about what might happen if you had to listen for more than one class. Or more than a day. Weeks. Years. What would you do to stop the noise? What wouldn't you do?"

[OOC: OCD up.]

[Class Roster]

The Five Senses | Period 1 | Friday | August 13

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Unlike last week, Fraser was in class today. He looked a little abashed about missing last week and a little stressed about other things but he was there.

"Good morning. I'd like to apologize for my absence last week though I think most of us had other things on our minds," he started, nodding. "I hope you all are all right, unscathed or, otherwise, recovering from the events of the previous week. Today, we're going to take it easy while still going through our next sense. The sense of touch. Touch is an extraordinarily important sense for many people. For the blind, they use use their fingers to read braille. For the deaf, they use it to feel vibrations. For others, we use it to feel textures, feel temperatures, to talk, to gesture, to do so many things."

Fraser even gestured a bit when he talked here, using his hands to demonstrate that. "The sense of touch is very important. Most people can discern what certain things are just by touching it. They don't seen to see or smell or hear it, they can touch it and the know from past experiences that they're touching something soft or something cold or something sticky. Their brain has that knowledge stored and provides a list of what the item can be. Today, that's what we're going to be doing."

He nodded towards a table where blindfolds, headphones and noseplugs existed. "Please put those on so you'll only be relying on your sense of touch. On the table, under the tarp are several things that you'll be touching. Using only your fingers, you're going to have to try and figure out what you're touching. Sound good? Let's begin."

Practical Marksmanship | Session '6' | 8/13/10

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Price wasn't a man who believed in unlucky days. So teaching a workshop on Friday the 13th didn't seem all that bad of an idea.

The class didn't meet in the Danger Shop, though. He figured most of the students had enough of the practical part and instead decided to have a sit down class. But instead of a classroom set in the traditional way, it was a circle of chairs. The instructors were part of that circle, and sat in their own chairs.

"Today is low-key," he said. "Next week is the final, where you all will be pitted against a team of demolition experts armed to the teeth. But this week, I want us all just to talk. Let's talk about the experiences we had last weekend, and how our skills kept ourselves and others alive. If you want to talk about anything else about the events, in private or with the class, that would be fine with me. Let's just think of this as a time to reflect on things, rather than just simply shooting. We all come from different backgrounds. But we're all comrades, here."

He smirked. Interesting word choice for him, there.

"Anyone is welcome to start."

[ooc: OCD coming up! Post is open.]

Dating, Hooking Up and Sex, Class 6, Friday period 3

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While Dean was grateful that all the various forms of protections on the house had kept it bug free, he still had to walk through town to get to the school and so got more of an earful than he ever wanted. It set his teeth on edge and made him just a little out of sorts when he began today's lecture. "So today we're looking at complications that can come up in the pursuit of dating and/or sex. ( Specifically the kinds of weird complications that happen in Fandom that don't happen anywhere else. )

Pottery-Making 101, Friday 2, 8-13

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"Good morning," Steve said. "I hope everyone had an uneventful and peaceful weekend last week and enjoyed your day off while remaining in a safe space," but somehow he doubted it. "Anyway, we're going to move right along and keep working with the pottery wheel. You already know how this works now, so just...have fun, okay? Okay."

First Aid - Danger Shop, Friday, Period 5 [Week 6]

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There were stations set up around the room for various types of injuries. "Ladies, gentlemen, I'm glad to see you all in one piece more or less. For those of you who were dimensionally-challenged last week or otherwise busy with the island breaking, don't worry, you didn't miss anything. Anyone who wants to catch up on fractures and breaks or anything you've missed during the term can come and see me in the clinic in town on Tuesdays. Today we're covering everything from lizard claw scratches to getting hit by steel pipes. Ask and ye shall receive, sooner or later. Make your way around the stations, read the card, try the exercise and if you need anything, give a little wave.

Next week we're doing something different. No triage. You're each going to get a patient and go through the steps of how to look after them in the short and long term, in case seeing a doctor is out of the question and the situation is bad. Be prepared for it."