Nation Building and the Origin of Government, Period 5, Class 2, Thursday, 1-13

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"Last week," Alex said, "I asked for your first move, when presented with a brand-new country. And I'd like to say, I was very impressed with your responses. There were several I hadn't expected, but they were all important matters we need to address in our new state."

( Advisers and Representatives )

Library, Thursday 13

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Another Thursday, another Library Shift. Zatanna felt some credits would start rolling from the edge of the...eh, you get the idea.

Sitting behind the counter, with a book of her own -which looked like it was written by someone with a really, really shaky hand- she had to wonder out loud something of utmost importance. "What would be the soundtrack of my life?" It probably was something of Queen.

Cassidy looked up from the book she was studying nearby and gave Zee a confused look. "Soundtrack? What's that?"

"Oh Cass!" How did Zee manage to be a bit loud without raising her voice, it was a mystery. Magic, perhaps. "Don't tell me you haven't seen any movies since you arrived here." She could tell her friend wasn't...precisely of a modern timeline -or at least not in the way she understood it- but she was sure the other witch had already went over all the modern time's appliances, such as movies. And soundtracks.

"....have you?"

"I saw something on that TV thing in the common room one time. I don't think it was very interesting. I was told it was a reality show and it was horrible." She closed her book and gave her friend her complete attention. "A lot of women acting stupid over a man who was obviously not very worthy of anyone."

No, Cassidy. The Bachelor didn't count as a movie.

"Yeah... but The Bachelor isn't a movie. But even then!", and she closed her book, too; she had already learned all that there was to learn from it anyway. "When they were going to commercials, or when the guy has to kick one of the girls out, there is music, right? Like, to make you realize it's sort of an important moment." Of course, realities were full of 'important moments' so it might be a little confusing.

"So a soundtrack is like a tune or a song that plays behind an action, see? Girl, you need to watch a movie with me." And she knew just which one would do the trick.

"Oh that sounds like fun, Zee," Cassidy said with a grin. "That Bachelor thing had music, but there wasn't very much rhythm to it."

"A fine example of why some people can't put soundtracks in your life", said Zee with a knowing nod. "What's that you are reading, anyway?" It was a library, so Zatanna supposed that would be theme, right? Talking about books?

"Oh, it's a book on chemistry form this world. I'm taking a chemistry class and I'm trying to become more familiar with things here. I never knew that so many things all around you in this place could be made to explode."

Zatanna nodded. "Well, you know, everything's a weapon if you know the right way to use it?" She would probably smack someone with a book before setting it on fire, though. "Just...don't make anything explode while we are in here, alright?" She was trying not to, too!

"Oh, I would never endanger books like that! No explosions are for class..."

Somehow Zatanna decided that Fandom was one of those few places where you could say that out loud and be met with a sigh of relief. "Good, because Mr. Tamble has it complicated as it is with this place being crazy half the time."

Ethics Class [Thursday, January 13, 1st period]

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Rather than the usual Jedi in front of the class today, there were a pair of Germans Inhuman royals there to teach. Yeah, this can only end well for everyone involved.

Blackagar closed his eyes and tilted his head down as though to give the floor to his companion. Which would be good practice for her considering their future...

Said companion began with, "I am Medusalith, and this is Blackagar, and Professor Skywalker, whose hair I am not jealous of, regardless of what he may tell you," because why would she be? Come on, "could not be here today, so we will be teaching you ethics. Or human ethics, at least, which are so ridiculous at times that I still cannot even begin to comprehend--"

There was only a tiny shift in posture behind her and a look that could only be classified as amused indulgence. And not a snap because he wasn't a goddamn Skrull.

"--yes, well," Medusalith said, smoothing her hair and collecting herself, "as I was saying, we will be teaching you about--what is the subject of this class?" she asked, redirecting her attention over her shoulder toward Blackagar. Look, she was just the interpreter, people. "Honesty?"

He nodded back, shifting back into a more comfortable spot leaning against the teacher's desk.

"To that end, as an exploration of honesty and lying, we will be playing a hu--a game I have been told people sometimes play, called 'two truths and a lie.' That is, you will tell the class two statements that are true and one that is not, and then they will attempt to guess which is which." She didn't see why this was fun, but it wasn't her call. And now for another glance to Blackagar for her cue.

Again, it was impossible to figure out just what she was getting from him as very little changed in both facial expression and posture until he looked away, eyes downcast. But it was more than enough from her to get what their truths and lie would be.

The rest of the class couldn't see it, as her face was turned away from them, but Medusalith's expression softened briefly before she turned back to them, all brisk and businesslike, and said, "Two truths and one lie about Blackagar and myself: We have never been to Germany. We are betrothed. And our dog can track anyone, anywhere." No one ever said the lie couldn't be something you wanted to be true.

Primatology; Thursday, Fourth Period [ 01/13 ].

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Jane was as eager as last week, but she was trying particularly hard to keep it constrained this time, giving a sharp little rap of her pointer on the front desk for attention and pulling herself up very primly. This composure, it should be noted, would last approximately one minute. "Welcome back, class!" she said. "Now, I know it's probably a troublesome sign to start out with an apology, but I would like to do just that. I was so caught up in last week's activity of grunting at each other that I realized I'd completely forgotten to catch your names! You did very well, of course, which would be all well and good if we were Papio anubis, but not so much since we are Homo sapiens! So after today's lecture, we're going to have a little class activity to make up for that, but for now, let's talk first and foremost about classification and taxonomy of Primates."

Best to get comfortable now, children. There was a long ride ahead of you.

( Monkeys and Lemurs and Baboons, oh my! )

"So who would like to go first?"

Assuming any of them were still awake.

[[ OCD on the way is up! Have at it! ]]

[[ Previous Classes ]]

Myths and Legends of the Deep {Thursday, Period 2}

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Once all of her students were settled in, Summer began her lecture. A picture was displayed on the board behind her.

"The Bermuda Triangle, which is also referred to as the Devil's Triangle, is an area in the Atlantic Ocean that is known for causing numerous aircraft and sea vessels to mysteriously disappear. As you can see from the image behind me, the Bermuda Triangle covers the Straits of Florida, the Bahamas and part of Puerto Rico. According to reports, most of the mysterious disappearances seemed to happen around Florida and the Bahamas."

( A mystery never fully explained...? )

[Have at it!]

{Syllabus & Roster}

Adventures, Capers and Escapes - Danger Shop, Thursday, Period 3

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The Doctor met the class outside the Danger Shop, which was never a good sign. He waited for everyone to gather before addressing the group. "In most martial arts discplines, before you get to all of the interesting things like breaking a block of wood with your head, you have to learn how to fall properly. In this class, before you get to learn all of the very interesting, useful and magnificent things I'm going to teach you, you have to learn one thing that will be vital to any situation that might be considered an adventure, caper or escape."

He opened the doors to reveal the bridge of a space ship. In fact, it looked a lot like the ship from Galaxy Quest if you were familiar with it. Even if you weren't familiar with it, it looked a lot like the ship from Galaxy Quest, but there was a good chance you wouldn't notice.

"In you go. Ship's plummeting out of orbit. It's going to crash into the planet in about an hour. Fifty five minutes if you want to be precise. The crew has abandoned ship. Everything still works, but it's not pulling out of its descent for some reason. The technology is pretty intuitive, if you're into that sort of thing, but you can all stop the ship from crashing - or at least make it crash gracefully, without everything going completely smooshed - if you work together. Go on, learn to crash and live to crash another day."

[OOC: The ship's systems are moddable. Are they push button? Do they respond to voice commands? Why isn't it pulling up? Why did the ship's crew abandon their posts? Who will try to lead? Who will follow orders? Who will argue their guts out and leave everyone else to crash because they can't shut up and concentrate? You're not restricted to the bridge either.]

Being a Proper Sea Dog, Friday, Period 3 [Session 2]

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Hook's time spent reading the Danger Shop instructions had paid off. Today's class met inside that wonderous room of programmable places, where Hook had created a simple replica of a three masted vessel.

He had a series of handouts for the students, showing illustrations of various knots.

"Today we're going over that staple of seamanship," Hook declared, after the handouts were passed among the students. "Knots. Rope is very important, very important indeed for the average ship. And before we can go into things such as rigging and nets and so forth, you need to learn the basic knots. For practice today, and for a bit of fun, we're going to split into pairs. You'll practice tying your partner to something on the ship. A mast, the wheel, the anchor, something. The idea is to use a knot that you think will hold them tightly. The partner then, of course, is to try and break free. If your partner fails to break free, then bravo. Midway through the time of the class, please untie your partner if they've not already obtained their freedom, then switch places as to who is being tied to what."

Hook chuckled. "And no, no one is allowed to tie me to anything."

He snapped his fingers. "Chop chop, get to it, that's a good crew. It's all very self explanatory. Yo ho and all that."

[ooc: OCD first, plz Up and ready to go!]