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

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Loki wasn't in class today but that didn't mean he didn't have something planned. When the students got into the room, they'd find the desk arranged right next to each other. The students would find that, when they sat down, they'd be touching elbows and knees with the person next to them.

Yes, Loki knew that was cruel to do during this continued...what the fuck ever this was but it was a thing. He had a plan.

Sit down. Don't leave. Talk to each other or don't but don't leave. I'll know. This is a test.

A test of what, only Loki knew but he was going to be waiting outside the classroom once everyone filed in and he was going to check to see if anyone did leave. There were a few things he was looking for here but he wasn't going to tell them. He was just going to watch and wait.

Library [11-12]

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This week sucked.

But now that he was at the library, and no matter how much he wanted to do...other things, he could lose himself in a book or fifteen for as many as five minutes at a time.

It was a bonus. And he wasn't even looking at those books in the high back shelves.

The Science of Deduction, Friday - 12/11

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Despite the truly horrifying issues with today, Sherlock was in the classroom when it was time for students to filter in. Whether or not this actually meant there would be teaching was up for debate.

He scratched at the truly impressive bite mark on his neck with the sort of frantic energy of one about to explode spectacularly.

"One of you has a pack of cigarettes on them," he ground out, rolling up an already unbuttoned sleeve was practiced ease. The fact that he was so twitchy and out of sorts could possibly be explained by the fact that there were already two nicotine patches affixed to his arm. And now a third was added! Sherlock Holmes lived on the edge of stupidity it would seem. "I will fail you all if I don't get one now."

Why yes, yes he was serious. Aren't you glad you came to class for this?

"Now."

Demolition and Dynamite; Friday, Third Period [ 11/12 ].

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The fact that Kūkaku smoked a pipe, therefor making it impossible to really share any of her excellent tobacco, had just been like the icing on the cake for the events of the morning, and she came into class with a very cool and calm demeanor.

And smoking like a chimney. She wasn't concerned about the smoke alarms; she'd done extensive research on them and mostly dismantled the ones she knew she'd be around the most, because they'd never stop.

"So here's what we're doing today," she informed the class once it was time to begin. "We're gonna make some low-impact, mostly smoke bombs. Yeah, I said low-impact. Yes, I'm feeling fine. You'll find out in a bit why I'm saying low-impact, and, trust me, you'll be glad. And since big bangs ain't our focus today, it's gonna be efficiency. You're making small ass bombs right now, so you better be able to make a lot of 'em. Ya got ten minutes, make as many as ya can, but nothing that's gonna be big enough to even so much as burn a person. Moderation, and all that shit. You make anything that'll hurt anyone more than a singe, your ass is in trouble. You'll see why. Gotta be versatile as a bomb maker, blah blah blah, your times starts...now! Get to work!"

[[ and wait for the OCD is up! ]]

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Apathy Club, So Many F-Bombs In This One, Some Classroom or Other, This Can't End Well

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George had left yesterday's paranoia and settled straight into full-on crankiness. Puck was avoiding her. Look, she didn't think she was his fucking girlfriend or anything, it was just sex, she got that, but avoiding her!? She didn't have the fucking plague.

And maybe she just wanted to talk to him because this week was making everything confusing and going off and losing her virginity to a complete asshole hadn't helped matters any. But he'd disappeared. Asshole.

So now she had to go into the fucking club and -- what? Why was anyone still coming? What the fuck was wrong with them!?

"Why do I have to talk every week?!" George snapped, smacking her hand on one of the desks. "Why can't any of you be bothered to fucking do something, if you're going to show up? Stop coming! And if you're going to show up, then fucking act like you're here and don't just sit there like you think you're invisible! I hate this club! This whole fucking week has been total bullshit and now I have to sit here and talk to all of you people?"

She fell into her seat in a huff. "Everyone with a Y-chromosome, go fuck yourself. That's today's assignment or activity or whatever. Write an essay on why men are scum and which one you'd kill first. Or set something I fire. I don't even fucking care."

... Just another cheerful day in Apathy Club!

Dealing With Loss [Friday, November 12]

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"Sorry, guys," Ben apologized as he sat down in his seat and looked around the room. "My attention span has been about three seconds today and I can't think of a topic to discuss other than how frustrating this week has been. Anybody else feel the same way?"

He smiled. "I'm not sure it'll help any but we have coffee and ice cream like usual, too."