Extreme Physical Education | Wednesday | Period 1

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The class was back in the Danger Shop again. Where there were kayaks last week, today, there were piles of harnesses, ropes, helmets, clips, shoes, and various other equipment. Once everyone had arrived, Fraser started his lecture.

"Today," he said, smiling at the group, "we're going to go rock climbing. Rock climbing is a sport in which those participating ascend natural rock formations or artificial rock walls. The goal is, of course, to reach the top of the summit. Rock climbing is both mentally and physically taxing and can be very dangerous so before we start anything, we're going to go over the basics of the sport."

Fraser then launched into a lecture about proper climbing techniques and then went through each piece of climing equipment.

"The safety equipment is mandatory. No one gets to climb if you don't gear up. The equipment is here to protect you. Please, put your equipment on as I've just demonstrated now."

Fraser moved to do the same since he figured the students could watch him if they'd forgotten. Once they were all geared up, Fraser launched into another portion of the lecture about the styles of climbing since one person might prefer one way and another a different way.

"Now that we've gotten the basics out of the way, we're going to go rock climbing." He pushed a few buttons to get the simulation started. "Today, we're going to be climbing in Alaska in a place called The Wedge. Take your time, get used to the gear and climb when you're ready and have fun."

What NOT To Do In A Fight / Period III / Week 3 (Atreides/Deadpool)

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There was a small child in front of the class along with the usual teachers. One that was armed with a toy gun and the tendency to shout about headshots.

Look, you’d be a little funny too if you were raised by Deadpool, okay?

“Mornin’ class!” Deadpool said, patting her on the head. “Today we’ll be discussing how it’s a really dumb idea to pick a fight with someone you don’t know.”

A beat.

“Unless they’re all weak and defenseless. But not like Charles Xavier. That jerk has a whole school of kids who will try to set you on fire, so don’t let that wheelchair or Jean Luc Picard dashing cueball of a head fool you. He’ll choke a bitch.”

Ghanima just sighed and resisted the urge to pinch the bridge of her nose. "What Deadpool means, in his usual colorful vernacular, is that underestimating someone can be fatal, or at the very least, utterly humiliating."

Heeeey. He made total sense to people in the know. “Take Jan for example here,” Deadpool said, nodding at the kid. “Say hi, Jan.”

“Hi!”

Oh, toddlers on this island. “Say one of you guys decided she’d make an easy target,” he continued. “She’s all wee and squishy and vulnerable. But if one hair on her head was harmed... oh man. You would pray for the sweet, sweet release that comes after all the pain either the mayor or I would rain down.”

A beat.

“Maybe Ghanima here too. Because Jan is pretty adorable, ammirite?”

"No one touches the children on the island without finding one of my knives stuck in their heart, that is correct," she replied, bemused. "Although the danger is not always the potential back-up that your target may have.

"For all you know, Jan has been trained in a thousand deadly poisons and will promptly kill you in your sleep." Cheerful, Ghanima, really. The girl wasn't Fremen. Wade and the mayor probably didn't have her killing people. Yet.

Deadpool clapped his hands together, moving around the desk. “So! Our exercise today will involve learning a valuable lesson about not picking fights with nerds. Especially now that the power is back up and we have our danger shop again.”

"If there is one thing that I loathe, it is snow. And no heat." Ghanima sighed. "Today, you get a particular opponent, and yes, he is a real person from all accounts." Also, with Tyler's face, which was never going to be not-funny.

….they should make Tyler come beat these kids up one day.

"If you find him too simple, however, you may always ask your academically oriented professor of the esoteric arts - that would be me - for a round."

Library, Wednesday (1/19)

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Gabrielle was still a touch subdued today, and truth be told felt a bit guilty about taking the past week's events in stride somewhat better than some of her friends seemed to be.

She did when she got to work, at least; from that point on her day seemed to be taken up with a good amount of trying to figure out why, exactly, the Wendy the Werewolf Stalker DVDs didn't want to be shelved anywhere near the trade paperbacks of the comics. She was trying to negotiate some kind of compromise, but it didn't seem to be working . . .

That, too, she was taking pretty well in stride.

Hey, it kept her busy.

The Science of Psionics, Wednesday

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"Welcome back," Kerrigan said, impassively. "I'm glad to see none of you froze over yesterday." Her unique biology meant that it hadn't even tickled. And while she was aware of the drama of the past few days, she didn't really care enough about it to comment, either, or show too much mercy to anyone who was out of it.

She was such a pleasant person.

"Today, we move on to telepathy," she said, "Which we will cover across several classes. Some of you are telepaths. Some of you aren't. In my time on Fandom, I've learned we're a varied lot, and not all techniques that work for me will work for you, and vice versa. Case in point: it's very rare for teeps from my home universe to be able to shield themselves telepathically. We are constant recievers, kept from going insane only by some conditioning, and a lot of hardware plugged into our brains. As a result, our range is generally more limited than that of most telepaths."

A brief pause. "Of course, since I've come and gone here, I've managed to master that little problem. Which brings us to the topic of today's lesson, and one that most of you will be familiar with to at least a point: shielding. Now, telepathy is all in the mind; a lot of it comes down to what we can visualise, the responses we program into ourselves because of those visuals. To shield, some people picture walls. Others keep up a stream of misinformation on the shallow end of their brain - very effective back home, since most Ghosts will be trying to keep your deeper thoughts out, not in. Some people come up with more esoteric mental constructs."

"It is a feat of discipline, of course. If you want to keep others out, you're going to have to learn to keep those walls up a great deal of the time. Which only hails from practice. Again, this is something many of you will probably already be aware of. But we have to start somewhere."

She leaned back against the desk, and observed them all. "Beyond the basics of shielding, what's important to remember is the central tenet I just mentioned. Visualisation. You have to know which switches to throw in your brain to make it do what you want it to do. To fully exercise a telepathic talent, you can't afford to just live on the outside. You have to explore what triggers work for you, and how far you can push them. It can take years. Decades. Inconvenient gene treatments." Her mouth curled up, as if that one was supposed to invite a laugh.

"Today, we're doing two things. Like last week, I'd like you all to share what experiences you have in the area of shielding and getting telepathy to work a certain way - to whatever point you're comfortable with. Secondly, we're running a basic shielding exercise. Pair up with a telepath in the room, and see how sturdy you can make yours. Don't push too hard. If you can't find another telepath, you can call on me. If you've got the basics down, then with the consent of your partner, you can experiment a little. Don't fry anyone's brains."

She shot another look into the room. Yes, 'don't fry anyone's brains' was going to be the motto of this class for a long time yet. "And Emma? I'd like to see you after class."

Home Ec 3, Fourth Period, 1/19

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The students had been asked to meet in the dorm laundry room today, and to bring their dirty laundry. "Let's do laundry," Steve said to the group. "Don't be scared! There's nothing to be scared of! You guys have it so much easier than back in my day." His mother had been a washerwoman in New York City. 'Nuff said. "We have washing machines now! So. Here's how you do it."

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