Investigation Club Meeting, After classes, In a school science lab

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Bruce had sent a handwavey e-mail to the Investigation Club, directing them to a science lab for the meeting today.

When people reached the lab, he gave a brief explanation. "Forensics is a fairly broad form of scientific examination of evidence to solve a crime or mystery. If you find fingerprints, blood, saliva, semen, gun powder, a bullet, or anything else that you can examine that might lead to the identity of a culprit, you've likely given yourself a solid foundation for your investigation."

"We're in this lab today to find out how to build that foundation. I've managed to acquire some equipment that's eventually going to make its way into a medical examiners' lab. Let's take a look at some of it and get a good feel for how to use it," Bruce said.

Bruce went on to demonstrate how to dust for fingerprints, collect an preserve blood samples, and a few other topics that people were free to listen to if they didn't want to just dive in and start playing with some of the equipment Bruce had acquired. Sure, the odds that they'd encounter something in Fandom where they needed to find gunpowder residue or trace amounts of semen weren't too high, but it was a good starting place for post-Fandom careers.

Pop Culture 101 | Friday | Period 2

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Class was being held in a classroom today but the students would probably notice a wardrobe and a trunk at the front of the room. These would be needed later. And John was already grinning so maybe that would give them a clue as to what he was hiding.

"Today, we're going to talk about something very important to the lives of most teenagers. Clothing. I'm not gonna bother explaining what clothing is because you all should know. No one's naked in here, after all."

Thank goodness.

"What I am going to explain is that, every generation, certain pieces of clothing explode in popularity for one reason or another. Sometimes it's because a celebrity wears them and everyone wants to emulate that celebrity. Sometimes it's because it's a big 'eff you' to everyone in authority and sometimes it's peer pressure or to be outside of social norms. With clothing fads, it doesn't even matter if what you're wearing is nice or not. You wear it to be cool. You wear it because everyone else is wearing it and if you don't, you're gonna get stink eyed to hell and back. When one person starts a trend, people follow. That's just natural, it's just human nature. Of course, you're always going to have those people that don't follow, that walk to their own beat but that's true of almost every situation."

John grinned again and clapped his hands together. "Today, we're going to look at some different clothing fads. You all are going to be assigned a different fad for which I've got the matching piece of clothing up here. Your assignment? Put the piece of clothing on and wear it for the entire day. I'm not gonna be hunting you down to see if you do it but I will be asking you to report back next week. So, ready for your assigned piece of clothing? Let's get started."

Library [2/4/11]

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Today Wesley was going through some of his Watcher-y books. He hadn't looked at them in a while, what with the whole not-being-a-Watcher-anymore thing, but it couldn't hurt to take another look at them. Even though he sort of had most of them memorized.

Dealing With Idiots | Friday | Period 4 (Session 5)

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"Sadly, yes, it was necessary for Baldrick to return today."

As if any of his students would require an announcement of that fact to be aware of the dull-eyed dungball up at the front of the room near (but not too near) to Edmund's lectern.

"His presence is required because today, we're going to finish off our section on dealing with the very, very stupid that you don't have to suck up to, via a practical exercise in getting them to do something."

"Oi, that's not hard." Baldrick didn't waste time arguing about the very very stupid designation, at least. "I can do plenty of things. I can catch rats... eventually, when they get really old and slow. And I can whistle!" The sound coming out of that mouth in demonstration was almost as foul as the breath coming out of that mouth, possibly because it was accompanied by bits of Baldrick's breakfast -- or possibly bits of his teeth -- also coming out of his mouth.

"No, you can't. Stop that." Edmund banged him once round the head with his own hat before jamming it back down over not at all enough of Baldrick's face. "But thank you for providing us with a helpful example of the need, when dealing with you and those like you, for extreme specificity in one's demands. Here's another: Baldrick, I fancy a cup of tea. Go put the kettle on." Pants and more pants, he'd undercut himself there. "And come back afterwards," he added before Baldrick had made it to the door. "Until he returns, class, you may talk amongst yourselves, take notes, smoke them if you possess them, whatever."

~~~~~~Ten minutes later~~~~~~



Edmund gazed toward the sight in the doorway. "I rest my case. Baldrick, go back to our lodgings, remove the the kettle from your head, and make some tea with it. Wait there until I arrive. Don't drink the tea."

Exeunt Baldrick, teakettle still on his head. "I would have changed the order of the orders there, but I felt the squirrels could use the amusement of following him through town like that," he added. "Your assignment today is to pair up, pretend one of you is Baldrick or a slightly less odious equivalent thereof and practice giving orders whose results won't give you a concussion from the force of bashing your head against a wall. Imitation-Baldricks need not attempt to duplicate the scent, just the cranial capacity."

[OOC: Open and less smelly once Baldrick's gone!]

Apathy Whatever, Some Classthing, Friday Afterblahblahblah, What the Fuck Do You Want, Anyway?

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So. George was here. Other people were here, too. That was good. Whatever.

George was here, sitting and listening to her headphones so that she could ignore everyone. That was probably going to last until a good five to ten minutes after the club meeting was supposed to start.

And then, abruptly, she pulled the headphones off and tossed them onto the desk in front of her.

"Why can't people just leave us alone?" she asked. "Maybe I don't want to talk. Maybe it's none of your business and nobody asked you, anyway. Maybe we're fine and people should just fuck off. There. You want a topic? Why people should fuck off. And how much it sucks that they don't."

Yeah. This club was a regular beacon of sunshine. Did they really expect a cheerier topic?

And if so, why were they in Apathy Club?