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

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The class was meeting in the Danger Shop today. Loki was standing, arms crossed, waiting for everyone to arrive. Once they did, he started class.

"Improvisation," he started, "is something we've all probably one once or twice in our lives. Hell, it's probably something we've done once or twice this week. If you don't know what improvisation means, well, get a fucking dictionary."

He paused and smiled.

"Or I'll tell you. It's basically getting shit done without advanced preparation. It's making plans and shit on the fly. It's taking what you're given and rolling with it. Every good badass knows how to improvise and knows how to do it well."

With that, Loki started the sim. Anyone looking closely might have seen a devious gleam in his eye. When the sim started, it look like an ordinary white walled room. There was a window high up on one wall, out of reach of anyone even on their tiptoes. A pillow (complete with pillowcase), a can of hairspray (half full), a magnifying glass, two thick dictionaries, and a broken cellphone.

"Today, we're going to see how well you improvise," he said and hit another button. Out of some unseen hole, large black spiders started to file out, one by one.

"Your job, should you choose to participate, is to either get out of the room or deal with the spiders. You've got supplies and you've got your instructions. Fucking go."

The Science of Deduction, Friday - 11/19

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There were several packs of cigarettes on Sherlock's desk this afternoon. Repayment for last week, it would see. But then, the less said about that horrible week, the better.

"Today we'll be discussing shoes," Sherlock informed the class, suit perfectly neat and free of wrinkles today. Oh, how he clung to a sense of orderliness when it came to himself. So much more relaxing. "What you can tell from a glance at them and how to distinguish between the genders, weights and types when they leave impressions in the ground."

He nodded over at one of the TAs.

"William, your shoes, if you will."

He was so kind to those poor boys, Really he was. shoe in hand, Sherlock held it up for the class to see.

"The wear on the heel and scuffs along the toe and side say that William is not the first person to own these shoes. I'd wager to say he isn't even the second. A hand-me-down is possible, but unlikely considering the care put into maintaining them." Yes, sorry, William. "The lack of distinct mud or grime tells us that he is not inclined toward rushing about outdoors. Unlike others here, of course."

Sherlock gave the class a wane little smile before handing the shoe back. "If it looked easy to you, feel free to break into partners and do the same to each other's shoes. Otherwise, your assignment is to test the difference between the impressions left by the same pair of shoes as wore by different people. Understood? Get to it."

Demolition and Dynamite; Friday, Third Period [ 11/19 ].

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Coming into class today, Kūkaku was in another one of those good moods that suggested that something might be up, hinted at in the slight smirk that kept creeping up on her face as she talked.

"Considerin' it's in the the title of the class," she started, "I realized we really haven't touched a lot on dynamite this semester, most importantly, how to make it and how to use it to blow through a lot of shit that might be in your way. Dynamite is an important industrial explosive used in blasting out dam sites, canal beds, mines, quarries, and the foundations of large buildings. It’s also used for demolition in warfare, blah blah blah, all that good information about that dynamite's really good for a really big explosion and basically movin' mountains. The main ingredient is nitroglycerin, and ya mix it with some other stuff, so we're gonna go over the chemistry, and then we're gonna put some together, and then we're heading to the danger shop. I'm sure you're all jus' so surprised."

And so she launched into the usual diagrams and chemical ratios and comments about how improper amounts would turn up blowing off your limbs to make you some one-armed freak or something or blowing up your face to the satisfaction of everyone else around you. You always had to get to that part before the good stuff came along.

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Apathy Club, This Club Has No Point To It, What's She Going On About Now?, Friday

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George was going to pretend last week didn't happen. Maybe everyone else would play along.

"Okay," George said. "I don't know how many of you will even be here next week. It's Thanksgiving. It's a stupid holiday where people eat a lot to celebrate some settlers and some native people having a nice harvest, blah blah blah. The thing is, it's bullshit. The settlers spent the next few decades massacring the native peoples and taking their land and giving them blankets with smallpox. Although I think that last part might have been accidental? Anyway. Holidays suck. Especially bullshit propaganda holidays. And most of them are."

Especially if you were a bitter teenager who was convinced The Man was out to get you.

But, you know. This was apathy club.

Battles that Changed (American) History, Period 2, 11/19

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"I hope everyone got through last week all right and used protection and that Friday will stop being the day for the mun to have computer trouble," Steve said dryly when the class gathered in the Danger Shop. "We're going to pick back up with World War I, for a time known as 'the Great War,' 'the War of Wars,' and, in common parlance, 'the War,' because what else could match it? Unfortunately, that question would be answered."

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