Library [10-29]

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George was starving and all those pumpkins growing in th'library didn't help. He just looked at 'em and kept thinking of pie and pudding and all the good things that could be made from them.

From there, his reverie included spice bread an' apple dumplings an' the good smell of roasted meats from the stalls in the market an' the candy they only did sell during the Midwinter festival at home an'...

He was eating his lunch early. Very early.

What It Takes To Be A Badass | Friday | Period 2

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Loki had...a special sort of class planned for today. Look, he had to get his entertainment somewhere and no one said this class was gonna be all about looking fucking slick and carrying weapons.

"So, this weekend is Halloween," Loki said, clapping his hands and looking devious. "And you know what that means, right? Candy, pranks, scary movies and some of the most awesome fucking costumes known to man."

Start fearing, kids. Start fearing right now.

"So, today, we're going to see how many of you can make the most ridiculous fucking costumes work," he announced gleefully. "You're going to put your costume on and fucking strut. If you work it, I'll give you some candy and you can leave early. If you don't, you stay in that costume the rest of the class. Now, you may be wondering how this helps you be a badass. One, you're going to have to compromise in an unexpected situation. Two, no one said everything was gonna be tailored suits and shiny shoes. Three, you're probably going to have to blend in at some point in your life and knowing how to work even the most ridiculous of outfits is helpful. Four, this will help you be less embarrassed by shit."

And it'd make him laugh.

"Also, I'm picking your costumes."

Oh yes. With that, he gestured at the rack of costumes behind him and started naming off names and which costumes they'd get to wear.

Demolition and Dynamite; Friday, Third Period [ 10/29 ].

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As the students came into the classroom, they would find a smirk, sharp like a dagger, on their teacher's face. It was the sort of smirk most people knew to avoid, but, unfortunately, the students didn't have much of a choice.

"Have I got an assignment for you guys this week!" Kūkaku informed them happily. "Today, we're learning that jus' because it doesn't look like a bomb, it doesn't smell like a bomb, must mean it ain't a bomb, right? Well, wrong. Today we're working on booby traps."

( Do we really need to explain? )

Ahhh, nothing like putting to work a small gathering of minions to satisfy your own personal enjoyment...

[[ OCD is on the way u--boom! ]]

[[ Previous Classes ]]

Battles that Changed (American) History, Period 2, 10/29

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( Fourscore and seven years ago... )

Cafeteria; Friday, Lunchtime [ 10/29 ].

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Ariel had hopped down to the cafeteria for lunch because she was hungry and knew there was always plenty of food there, and couldn't help giggling a little as she filled her plate with offerings like Spooky Spaghetti, Dead Meatloaf, and Lady's Fingers Cookies.

"Gosh, you guys really went all out, didn't you?" she complimented the staff before helping herself to a little bit more Zombie Zucchini Bread before going to find a table.


[[ CAFETERIA POST. Open for all your holiday themed eating goodness ]]

Apathy, Classroom, Friday, Blah Blah Blah, This Heading Is So Lame

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George didn't know when her roommate would be back, but she was watching the kitten in the meantime. He probably wouldn't be at the club meeting today. Whatever. No one should be at the club meeting today. This club shouldn't fucking exist. It was stupid and pointless, just like the rest of her life.

"... I wish I had ice cream," she said, about five minutes after the club was supposed to start.

... Yup. That was it. She had told people not to show up. They continued to show up anyway. That wasn't her problem. She wasn't going to bother coming up with fucking activities like she was running some kind of summer camp, here.

Everything sucked. Get used to it.

The Science of Deduction, Friday

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Sherlock was not alone in class today. There was the possibly familiar, much shorter man there with him. John if you really had to get technical.

"We were supposed to discuss the importance of practical knowledge of the human form, but there's apparently laws about allowing minors access to legally obtained body parts," Sherlock said, maybe acting like someone told him there was no Christmas. And not because Santa was murdered.

"So we thought we'd... bring you some slides." John was politely not letting on that perhaps being woken up at five by someone raging about 'ridiculous child protection laws' was not exactly his idea of a good time. Very politely. "Diagrams. That sort of thing. It's always helpful to have a background in this, ah, material. If you're going to be examining bodies."

He didn't rant! It was just a loud, angry soliloquy.

"I don't see how I can be expected to teach anyone properly if they're not broken of their ingrained squeamishness," Sherlock snapped.

"They're children," John shot back, frazzled as he was over having this argument for hours running now. "I'm sure they'll get to that bit in due time, but not now. Can we please move on?"

"Fine," Sherlock smoothed the lapels of his suit, taking a moment to look terribly uppercrust about this. "Enjoy your videos."

John smiled. Kindly. "And it's... nearly the holiday," he said, smoothly, "So we thought we'd bring you some sweets up front." He put down a jar of candies shaped like eyeballs.

... Why yes, he'd selected those as a replacement for the very real eyeballs Sherlock had been trying to smuggle into class earlier. John had eagle eyes.