Kappa Kappa Gremlin Meeting, After Classes, Monday [ 03/28 ].

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There were cameras in the classroom for the Kappa Kappa Gremlin meeting today, but not exactly the kind that were there before. A box filled with personal cameras sat between Alexander and Warren as they waited for the meeting to begin.

“So....” Alexander began, but he had to clear his throat a little. “Our apologies for last week; that photographer didn’t...exactly work out the way we...er...expected.”

“Pretty much... at all,” Warren agreed, fidgeting a bit. He was never going to be able to wipe some of those shots from his brain. Ever. “But we haven’t given up on the Frat calendar idea, either. So this week, we decided to go for broke and let the calendar really be ours.”

“As well as Fandom Island’s,” Alexander continued, gaining a faint smile. “We have cameras for everyone, and we thought it would be an interesting idea if we were to take our own pictures. Of the island, of our friends, of whatever we feel might make a good representation of what the island might mean for us in this time, and to others in other times. We can help you figure out how to use the cameras if you need the assistance; I know I did. But, essentially, take a camera and throughout the week, take photographs of what you think might make a good calendar print. Next week, we’ll see what everyone came up with.”

{OCD coming up! Have at thee!]

Teamwork 101 -- Period 1 [Monday]

[raspberryturk]

By the time the students made their way into the classroom, Reno was already good and comfortable, leaning back against the teachers’ desk, arms crossed in front of himself. And yes, he was feeling much better this week than he had been when he’d missed the last class. No inclination to puke on anything. Kickass.

“Yo, Rookies!” He shot the group a grin. “Them fundraisin’ projects we been workin’ on ain’t due just yet. You got two more weeks to get your shit together and make ‘em run. And then, on the 11th of April, you’re all gonna come in here and give us receipts from whatever charity you chose to donate to, so that Rikku an’ I can meet your donations outta our own pockets, yo.”

All the more reason to do well, right guys? Making the teachers spend actual money was always fun!

“We can’t wait to see what you guys come up with!” Rikku bounced. “But you’re gonna have to finish them in your own time, because this week’s class isn’t about your projects. I mean, we gave you time for those before, you know? This week, instead, we’re gonna be talking about communication.”

Rikku was not good at segues.

“We’re all gonna sit down an’ have some heart-to-hearts with one another today,” Reno said, scooting back so that he was actually sitting on top of the desk, now. “Pick a partner, and talk with them about somethin’, about anything you got goin’ on now that’s eatin’ at you. You don’t gotta share your deep dark secrets or nothin’ like that. Talk about how your laundry ain’t been done in weeks, or about how you’re thinkin’ of gettin’ a job but don’t know where to start. Whatever you’re comfortable with dumpin’ onto a partner, yo.”

“And then, it’s your partner’s turn,” Rikku chirped. “And as the partner, it’s your job to figure out something that you have, or can do, or know, that would help with the first person’s problem. Maybe you know a place that gives out quarters for machines. Maybe you’ve seen a ‘NOW HIRING’ sign in a window downtown. Maybe you have a superpower that instantly washes and dries clothes! The thing is, you don’t have to go out and solve their problem. You don’t have to go wash their clothes, or send in resumes until your partner gets hired. You just have to share some information that could help with that problem. Does that make sense?”

“So, get to it, Rookies.” Reno grinned that sharp, kind of crooked grin of his before adding, “Homework for next week, on top of pullin’ together what you need for your fundraisers, is to get your hands on some kinda vegetable, and bring it in for class next week.”

No, he wasn’t going to explain why. Just bring some friggin’ veggies, Rookies.

[Open!]

The Science of Sexuality, Monday

[3patchproblem.livejournal.com]

After there was a so damn handwavey announcement for that Ethics class of Skywalker’s to join them today, there might have been a few new faces. This could only bode well for all the students. Really now.

Really.

“Hello, all,” John began, as jovially as he could, “We... have been speaking to professor Skywalker about our efforts here, and we thought it might be a good idea to, er, team up. To teach you all about childcare.”

“As he is the expert,” Sherlock chimed in dryly. Because that was helpful today.

Anakin glared at Sherlock. “Ethics class has traditionally worked with droid babies to teach you the downside of lust combined with ineffective birth control. Pairing up our classes seemed logical.” Until he remembered he’d be working with Sherlock.

John discretely maneuvered himself between Anakin and Sherlock. Discretely. “Right. So we’ve talked about pregnancy, and about everything that happens when you’re pregnant. As well as birth control,” he continued. “This is just the next step. We want you to take care of these babies until next Monday.” He smiled. Or tried to. “I... hope you all kept the folders we gave you.”

“And if you neglected to prepare,” Sherlock began with a faint smile. “Well. I suppose now would be the time to research. Wouldn’t you?”

“As well as you can, at least,” Anakin grumbled. “Children don’t come with owner’s manuals.” He’d checked. “The droid babies will react like any other child: you can’t leave them alone for even a minute, they’ll demand food, dry bottoms, naps and to be held and babbled at. If they don’t get what they want, they’ll cry.”

Loudly. For hours.

“And no one wants that,” said John. Who didn’t have any kids. And never really expected to have any. “So take good care of them. We’ll know if you don’t.”

… And he suspected that between his two co-conspirators, that was kind of terrifyingly true.

[[ ocd up and open! don't worry - we have plans to make sure the robobabies are Not An Issue over the weekend. ]]

Library, Monday

[faithandscience.livejournal.com]

The books were, for the most part, behaving themselves today.

All but one particular copy of The Extraordinary Adventures of Princess Pinky the Protective Pony. Every time he went to re-shelve it, by the time he came back to the circulation desk, there it was sitting on the counter once again.

Eventually, William just sighed and gave up, placing a stack of paperwork overtop the ridiculous pastel-pink children's book. Perhaps if he ignored it, it would go away?

Fighting With Powers [Monday, Fourth Period]

[furious-maximus.livejournal.com]

"We've talked about quite a few powers, both how to use them and how to deal with them, so far this semester." Max was apparently still pretty good at stating the obvious. "And most of you have done quite well." It was possible that he was leaving it vague in order to encourage everyone to work extra hard. Or maybe he was just being vague.

"We're nearing the end of the semester, so I figured I'd give you all a chance to shape the last few classes. Today's going to be discussion for the most part. You're all going to talk about what you've learned, and what you'd like to focus on during the last few weeks. What have we not covered that you feel would be helpful, or what do you want to go over again or get into more depth on?"

Max waited a beat or two. "Well, what are you waiting for?"