Getting Out of Tight Situations- Period 5- Class #3

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Once again they were in the Danger Shop today, where they'd find themselves in what looked like a clearing in a jungle, which meant the temperature here was more humid than it was in Fandom. To the students' left was a wrecked ship, still smoking in parts and clearly unflyable.

"Hi, everyone," Jaina began. "Today I'm just going to throw you right into it. This, as you've probably figured out thanks to seeing it, is a jungle. That right there is your crashed ship. You don't know exactly where you are or whether there are any creatures or dangerous animals in the vicinity, and while help is coming for you by air, you don't know if it's going to take an hour or a day. You're going to find someone to pair up with, and decide how you're going to wait out the time you have. That's all I'm giving you, the rest is all up to you."

Library, Monday

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The weather outside was absurdly warm, but inside the library things were business as usual.

Well. As usual as the library ever got, which meant that William was once again dealing with books that refused to be shelved properly.

The Science of Sexuality, Monday

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"Welcome back to a new school week," John began, standing in front of the large blackboard - and thus obscuring most of the drawings Sherlock had been putting up. "Today, we'll be speaking about what's technically the, er, consequences of intercourse, just because this really can't be said enough. Sexually transmitted diseases are a fact in our society, and though most of you are probably aware by now, the sad truth is that less and less people are working to actively prevent acquiring any of them. Hence this lecture."

They'd already been smudged by John in his attempt to 'protect' children from the anatomically correct drawings of STDs, thank you.

"Yes, despite all the lectures you have no doubt heard, infections of Herpes, Chlamydia and Hepatitis have continued consistently over the years in America." Silly Americans. "Though Syphilis has gone down," Sherlock added with a grin that wasn't pleasant at all. "Something to be proud of, I'm certain."

"So, the odds of one of you having any of these diseases is remarkably high considering the sexual activity of teenagers."

"As well as AIDs, a disease that slowly destroys your body's ability to ward off illness," John said, his own somewhat more severe tone off-setting Sherlock's... comparative cheer. "Though many of you might have been led to believe that it is no longer as much of a danger now that it can be managed with medicine, the truth is that it is still a very dangerous disease that continues to spread. Which means that protection is incredibly important. We're not advocating abstinence, because-- well." Sherlock, if you please?

"We are not dumb enough to believe any of that would seep into your brains," Sherlock added kindly. "I don't care if you catch any assortment of sexually transmitted diseases, I simply suggest you use a condom or some other form of birth control so as to not spread your genetic material around any further."

"Yes, well..." John took a moment, "That's not the kind of, ah, sexual repercussion we're speaking about today."

Sherlock rolled his eyes. "It's the only one that affects me. If they want to live with the consequences of their stupidity for rest of their lives, that's their choice. Perhaps they'll meet someone else with an equally infectious disease and live blissfully ever after."

"We're trying to prevent them from getting any infectious diseases to begin with," John sighed. It reeked of resignation. "Anyway, STDs can range from bacterial infections to fungi, viruses and parasites. Chlamydia, gonorrhea and syphilis are all bacteria. Likewise for chancroid, known for the, er, sores on the genitalia, and granuloma, which causes lesions. Sherlock has outlined some of the more obvious symptoms of these diseases. I suggest you take a quick look at them before he wipes them from the blackboard."

Go and wipe, Sherlock, before John had to glare at you.

Sherlock shot him a look, unmoved by the glare. "You can find worse online."

Oh, /b/. It burns your very soul.

"Now I believe John has a game for you to play because I already vetoed those insipid little toys."

"I was going to tell you more," John said, because Sherlock was proving to be utterly unhelpful, "But it occurred to me that you learn more by doing. So we've made these cards--" Which were utterly tasteful and without any scarring images, thank you, though even John had been tempted to put some photos on just to drive the message home. "Each one of you gets one. Pick a partner, and play twenty questions until you can figure out which disease the other one's got."

... A beat.

"...on the card."

Fighting With Powers [Monday, Fourth Period]

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The Danger Shop was set up like a dojo today. Big, open, with mats down on the floor. Max's usual smirk was absent as he looked over his students. The weekend had convinced him more than ever that they needed more training. So they'd be ready. "Now that you have all had a couple of weeks to get used to the idea behind this class, we're going to really get down to business. Beginning today, we're going to begin taking each week to focus on a specific power, or class of powers."

Max smiled easily. "It's highly unlikely that any single one of you will have every power that we'll cover, but that's fine. You'll manage to learn something anyway." And some people would have no powers, which was still fine.

( There were a few seconds of silence as Max surveyed his students )

"I'll be watching, so don't be surprised if I stop by go offer a few tips." Or if he yells at you for taking this too lightly. Or if he yells at you just to make sure you're paying attention. Or if he just yells at you.

"Now pair off and get to it."

Teamwork 101 -- Period 1 [Class #3] [Monday]

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Today, the class had been handwavily notified that they weren’t going to be meeting in the school, and that they should all throw on some crappy clothes and make their merry ways down to the Boards, where their teachers would be waiting for them.

“Yo, Rookies!” Reno didn’t care who the hell he was co-teaching with today. He was outside! The weather was friggin’ fantastic, and it was difficult to want to beat anyone in the face when the sun was shining this way. For now! “Bet you’re all happy you ain’t cooped up in the Danger Shop today, just pretendin’ that it’s sunny, huh? Thank the gods for weird-assed islands, yo.”

Genesis, for his part, was not nearly so enthusiastic as Reno. Nonetheless, it was a glorious day for some strange reason, and their class today directly benefited him.

He had Reno’s good mood to thank for the ease with which he’d accomplished that. Genesis was smug. “I’m sure they’ve noticed it’s sunny,” he said, very dryly. “Welcome to The Boards,” his domain, mwahaha, “and as you all have eyes, last I checked, I do hope you’ve all noticed the paint cans.”

And everything else they’d need to get to work. Ladders, paint pans, brushes...

“That’s your assignment today,” he said, sounding bored. “Pair up so that none of you idiots fall while working on the ladders, and paint.”

“What he said,” Reno agreed, peeling off his black jacket and rolling up the sleeves of the white dress-shirt that he wore underneath. “And if the person at the bottom of the ladder lets it shake, the person at the top totally has my permission to drop the roller on ‘em, yo.”

Reno was too kind. And also reaching for a roller for himself, as well. If Genesis let his ladder shake, he was going to paint inappropriate things on the side of his building. Really, what could possibly ruin today?

Genesis, drowning Reno in a vat of paint. He’d take much satisfaction from it.

“Let’s get to work,” he said, with a smile that was sharp-edged.

[Wait for the OCD up!]