Great Trials in History, Class #7, Period 5 (8-19)

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Alex Cabot was not in the classroom today, but there was, helpfully, a message written on the blackboard.

Please Take One Exam
You May Use Your Notes
But Please, Do Not Work With Others
When You Are Finished, You May Leave

Odds were that that stack of papers on the desk were your final exams. Enjoy!

(Still on vacay, hence Alex's nonexistence. Wait for OCD plz?)

Inventing for Dummies; Sixth Period, Thursday [ 08/19 ].

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"Class, today is our last day." Gee, Fansworth, don't sound too excited there, or anything. "This means it's time for you end of term exam." Keeping the pleased, almost peaceful look on his face, he happily patted the stack of papers next to him on the floor, which was about as tall as he was all.

"You will find inside this exam everything we covered this semester," which wouldn't be true even if this really was Mathematics class like he thought it was, "and you have the hour to complete it. If you finish before the hour, then you have most likely failed because there's no way you could get through this in an hour even if your genetic structure consisted of Einstein spliced with Stephen Hawking spliced with Lady Gaga. Now if I could just have my TA come and pass these out..."

"...Lindsay?"

"...Ms. Weir?"

"...Bueller?"

Clearly, she was not coming. Farsworth let out a disgusted sigh, shaking his head. "Try to get a kid to turn around, and this is how she repays you. Never ask a stoner to do anything for you except maybe make you brownies. Well, you've all got legs. You can get the damn test yourself."


[[ ocd is on the wa not going to let you copy on its exam. sorry, cheater ]]

[[ Previous Classes ]]

Library, Thursday.

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It was one of her very last library shifts at Fandom, but Anemone wasn't going to spend the day being maudlin. Instead, she was busy working away, putting up a display for National Aviation Week, which covered the history of flight.

And if her display covered events after 2010 and included some lifting magazines, such as Ray=Out, well, Anemone had a bias.

The Library was open, and the aide was in!

Self Defense and Kickassery for Dummies; Thursday Fourth Period [7th. Class]

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Usually, the students would enter the Danger Shop just to find Faith doing whatever she was doing, keeping to herself in silence until the actual class started. Usually, they would listen to her talking about a self defense fighting style, see her beating a guy without abusing of her Slayer powers, or just being told to fight here and run there.
( This time was different )

[OOC: Incoming OCD, wait for it GO CRAZY]

Arching 101, Thursday, Period Seven

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For their final, the students met at the Danger Shop one last time. They were sitting in the audience, facing a broad stage, adorned with giant banners for 'Miss Universe Pageant.' After a few moments music and light, their teachers stepped on stage. They had clearly taken the time to dress up--their costumes were affixed with bow ties.

Unlike many of the teachers and townies, 21 and 24 looked cheery and well-rested after their stint in the cabins. In a lot of ways, it was like being back on the Cocoon again. The tiny beds and alcoves felt almost familiar, save they weren't flying through a canyon or being screeched a over the intercom at all hours of the day and night.

Okay, maybe 21 didn't look all that cheery. It was their last class, after all. "Well, class, this is our final afternoon together," he said, a little mournful. "I know it will be rough for you to see us go, after we've spent seven weeks together, molding your minds into keen, arching machines, but, like all good things, this, too, must end. Like the speech in the epic King of the Bracelets--"

"I think they get the point, 21," 24 interrupted, before his companion could wax geekily poetic throughout the entirety of the class period. "So, your final: you are all villains who have infiltrated the National Costumes segment of the Miss Universe pageant. Three of the contestants are secretly your highly-trained assassin-bots and you have designed their costumes to be lethal and deadly somehow." As 24 called their names, the pageant contestants walked out, spun, and paused, showing off their costumes. "Are Miss Belgium's tennis balls secretly bombs? Did you fill Miss Zambia's gourds with some kind of knockout gas? Is Miss Italy's sword real--and how far do you think you'll go if that's her only weapon? For Miss Croatia did you--" 24 stopped and looked at Miss Croatia's costume. "I got nothing."

Miss Croatia swept off the stage in a sulk.

21 finally pulled himself together. "So, your final is to choose three of the contestants, explain how you've weaponized their costumes, and then send your best one after the Prime Minister of Utopia, while your other two attempt to foil your classmates' own assassin-bots who have been tasked with that same assignment! Begin!"

[Please wait for the OCD up. Ping the OOC thread if you have any questions or if I was in anyway unclear, okay?]

Battlefield Tactics, Thursday

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The students would find the Danger Shop to be a rather inhospitable place today. It was covered in large rocky formations, lava pouring down onto the ground here and there. It stretched on for miles, some parts oddly mazelike, some spread open wide like the plains.

And at the front, as always, there was Kerrigan, her head cocked in a fashion that was oddly inhuman.

"We've had too little time together to really put a dent in your skulls," she drawled, dryly. "But, as they say, the best practice comes from going up against a real opponent. Oh, you'll find brainless enemies - with guns - roaming around this world, but they won't be your real problem. This... is a free for all. Any natural advantages you've got? Use them. Think it's not fair? There's no such thing as a level playing field in reality."

She stretched out one arm and pointed towards a rack of guns. "Same rules apply," she said, sounding... amused. "You get shot anywhere lethal, this thing lights up. Take enough non-lethal shots, and you're out of the game. Your job is to take out as many of your classmates as you can--but only gun hits count. I don't want to see any of you mortally wounding anyone; Danger Shop safeties are on. You've got five minutes to set up. Spread out."

[[ wait for the ocd up! have at! ]]

Practical Marksmanship | Session 7 | Fourth Period | 8/20/2010

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As each week, the class met in the Danger Shop. Today's class started in what looked like a sporting locker room, complete with chalk board. There was a folding table set up as well, which Price and Ashley stood behind. Price set what looked like a heavy, blue upholstered suitcase on the table.

"This is what you'll be defending today. Your intelligence. But the thing is, it's not enough to just defend this. You'll be trying to capture the opposing force's intelligence as well. It's like a game of capture the flags. With guns. First..." He pulled down a screen in front of the chalk board and flipped off the lights. "A short film."

( The rest of class is behind a cut )

Price smiled. "Now go out there and show them what you all can do. Because I know you all can do this."

[ooc: OCD a-coming up! Open and ready for battle!]