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

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"So, it's the last class and it's my last fucking day on the island," Loki said by way of greeting. "If you've had me before, you know I don't really do exam finals either. What the fuck are you gonna learn from a test? Fuck that shit. The real test is what you do out there."

Out there being the real world, of course.

"So, for the final, tell me if you think you're a badass. That's it. That's all you gotta do but you have to be fucking honest, okay? It's my last day here so don't fucking jerk me around."

With that, he sat down at the desk and waited for the first person to speak.

Demolition and Dynamite; Friday, Third Period [ 12/17 ].

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It was the last class, and Kūkaku would have been feeling pleased about it if she wasn't so damn irritated. She hadn't realized quite yet that she probably shouldn't have changed her bandages this morning, so she was stuck with a terrible, terrible itch underneath them until she figured it out.

Considering how many bandages she had and how few hands....this was leaving her in an abrasive mood.

"Ah-right," she muttered, sneering slightly as her hand went to town at trying to get the itch out of her hair before it moved to the end of her stub. "Last day. Final. Hopefully, there should be no surprises here or else ya haven't been payin' attention, in which case, I'm surprised ya still got your stupid limbs left."

There was a bit of a probably distracting shift, as Kūkaku scratched her head again and had to lift a leg to use her toes to get the gnawing at her ankle.

"First part'a class: written exam. All the technicals, the chemistry, the equations, the materials, so hope ya haven't forgotten all that stuff. Then, to the danger shop, and you've got set up for me a gunpowder bomb, a pipe bomb, a time electrical bomb, and then, and here's the real kicker on how well you do, ya gotta not put me to sleep with a decent fireworks display. The bigger, the better, but don't lose the art of it, either."

Kūkaku had to rub her wrist against the small of her back, the only way she could figure out to take care of that itch. She had no idea why she itched so badly, but she was going to try to hide that anything was wrong. So help her if it turned out contagious or serous and she had to go see a freakin' doctor...

"Pretty self-explanatory, ya? Any questions? I freakin' hope not, but, if ya do, make 'em quick."

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Battles that Changed (American) History, 12/17

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There was a plate of chocolate chip and sugar cookies (possibly he'd gone a litle overboard with the baking) on the edge of Steve's desk. "I've certainly enjoyed having you as a group this semester," Steve said, "and so the time has come for us to say goodbye. For your final exam, I thought we'd keep it simple. Tell me one thing you learned this semester--not a fact, but a concept--and you can go. That's it. And feel free to help yourself to the cookies."

Fine, Let's Do This Stupid Apathy Club Thing, Not Like We Have Anything Better To Do, Anyway, Friday

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George: here. Yup. That was totally George, and she was totally here.

"So ... nobody died, last week," she said. "That's good. I guess. Whatever."

... if you were expecting a topic, something special for your last time meeting together, perhaps you shouldn't have joined Apathy Club.

"Good job not dying," she added.

See? Totally the Christmas spirit at work.

George hadn't brought any snacks. If you wanted snacks, go get them your damn self.

The Science of Deduction, Friday

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There was absolutely nothing special about the classroom today. Despite, or perhaps because, the fact that this should be their final exam.

"I have no intention of giving you a test today," Sherlock informed them kindly as he typed something into his phone. "If you hadn't realized I have no patience for traditional academia, you have already failed this class. The few of you who have learned something would do best to find a case of their own. The rest... I trust will find solace in whatever celebration for the end of the semester you have planned."

Looking up from his phone finally, Sherlock gave them all a critical once over. "If you must do something, read your classmates. Miss Frost, of course, is at an advantage, but don't let that deter you."