All Around the School, Tuesday Morning

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Granted, the Labyrinth had already claimed the children it had come here to find, but that didn't mean that it wasn't allowed to have any fun with the ones who were left. Unfortunately (as anyone who'd tangled with the goblins or the fairies might have noticed), the Labyrinth's idea of what fun entailed was a little...off. More mean than anything else.

Which was why the sun rose Tuesday morning to shine on a thick, black bog, complete with overhanging trees and a marshy, soupy, mess around it. The worse part was? But that wasn't the worst part. Oh no. The Bog of Eternal Stench (for that was what it was) had gotten its name honestly. The air was hazy with a thick miasma of sulfurous stench that probably made hellfire and brimstone smell like roses in comparison. Every so often, a thick mass of bog ooze would rise to the surface with a certain, special kind of noise.

Okay, the Labyrinth was immature as well as mean-spirited.

Unless a kindly, shaggy-haired goblin happens to wander by, the only way across this bog to get to school was a thin and rickety rope bridge. Be careful not to fall in, students! If a single drop lands on your clothing, you'll never be able to get the smell out. If it lands on you...?

Well, you don't mind being called 'Stinky' for the rest of your life, do you? How about 'Overpowering McStenchalot'?

[NFI. Please be warned, the first link goes to a youtube clip. The second is a stationary image. Both SFW.]

Is A Cigar Just A Cigar, Tuesday, Period 3

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Even after a night spent dancing at some kind of imaginary ball and a morning of only hotel coffee, Cindy had been prepared to brave the walk to school to be there for her class.

Upon seeing what had sprung up around the school over night, however, Cindy got one whiff of it, muttered "Oh hell no," and spun on her heel to head home. Fortunately, she'd gotten up early in case of delays, which meant she had plenty of time to get an email out.

To: [Cigar Class roster]
From: c.perrault@fandomhigh.net
Re: Class Canceled

Hey all,

In light of missing students and other assorted weirdness, no class today. Remember, our final is drawing close, so please take the opportunity to study your class notes if you can. I know that at least some of you will be out in all this, so I urge you, please take a buddy and practice basic safety, okay?

Regards,
Cindy

I'm not kidding guys. If you miss the final because you were injured while wandering around in this, I will fail you.

Library, Tuesday

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It was before dawn when Rinoa -- eyes rimmed red, and with a tendency to leak -- opened the library for her shift. She couldn't sleep, not after what she'd heard on the radio. (Nor had she particularly wanted to sleep, considering the bizarre fever-dream masquerade she'd woken up from last night.)

And so Rinoa was here. She had coffee, and she was biting back a tendency to snap. Someone she cared about was in danger: to a large and scary new part of her, that meant she should unleash destruction until all the bad stuff was dead. She was supposed to rely on her Knight to keep her steady, at times like this. No one had told her what to do if it was her Knight who was in danger.

The Library was open. Especially if you wanted to help with research.

Around the World in 15 Weeks [Monday, Period Three]

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The Danger Shop opened up onto a white landscape, broken only by a furry shape in the far distance.
Oh, and the snowmobiles.

"Good morning," Bond said. "Svalbard has much to recommend it. Research stations, numerous world heritage sites, the Global Seed Vault, but chief among them is the Polar Bear watching. So hop on a snowmobile and see if you can get a little closer to our friend in the distance, but not so close it decides to see if you're food."

Okay, so he just wanted a class where they could use snowmobiles, he was the teacher, he could do that.

[ooc: wait for ocd]

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Spaceships 101- 1st period- Week #14

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Students in Jaina's class would have received an email this morning canceling class thanks to everything going on. But in case anyone missed it, there was a sign on the door to the flight shed stating the same:

Class is canceled today. Stay unattacked, will you?

Meet at the rocky bits for your final next week.

Because she was always thinking ahead like that. It was a good thing class was out today, anyway; a halfway-powerless Jaina was a cranky Jaina, and you add in that stench and it wouldn't have been fun for anybody.

[Whee! Free day! Jaina is around for first period if anyone needs her, though.]

Unconventional Tactics, Tuesday, Period 2

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Reno hadn't actually gotten a hell of a lot of sleep last night, since looking out the window and watching that maze eat its way over the island seemed far more interesting, but he had, at least, had the presence of mind to make his way to the school to see what the hell was going on around here.

And to smell it.

"Huh. Kinda homey."

He quickly fired off an e-mail from his phone to all of his students, telling them that class was good and cancelled on account of island-wide insanity and some nasty-assed smell, before hunkering down next to the kinda freaky bridge to make sure that nobody from his class who might not have checked their e-mails tried to get to the school through that.

Like there was a huge chance of that happening, Reno.

[OCD-freeeeeeee. Class is cancelled for the day, but Reno is still there on the safe side of the stink if anybody is absolutely hell-bent on showing up just to get turned away.]

The Mathematics of Quantum Neutrino Fields; Tuesday, Period 4 [ 12/07 ].

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Oh, sure, there was some random maze with little goblins taking over the island, with people disappearing and having dreams from hallucinagenic peaches, but Farnsworth felt that was no excuse for laziness. It didn't matter to him that other teachers were canceling classes left and right. He saw, in this situation, an opportunity that was not to be missed. An opportunity to make his students that weren't kidnapped for wishing they had been.

"Good news, everyone!" he started. "We have new visitors on the island, and, as scientists, it's our job to examine these creatures and discover if there are any ways in which we might best exploit them. Surely, you all remember our class at the beginning of the semester, where we met Nibbler, who pooped out dark matter that could be used for a fuel source and basically proved that the universe is crap. Well, these 'goblins' remind me an awful lot of Nibbler and so I have collected for you today a wide variety of their droppings so that you, my intrepid young mathematicians, can have the exclusive privileged of seeing if the next great fuel source lies within these piles of excrement."

"And just think, won't Al Gore be pleased? The instructions for testing are on these little sheets at each lab; partner up if you wish, but I'd make sure to insist on a 60/40 split of the spoils if you find the winning pile of poop. If you have any questions, I'll be over there, far away from the smell."

[[ OCD is on the way up! And I apologize as always for farnsworth ]]

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