Summer Fitness and Survival, Monday, Period Four

[doubleohblonde]

Bond had the class meet him deep in the preserve today.

"Good afternoon," he greeted them. "Today we'll be having a more hands on class than last week, and looking at building shelters from materials you might find in the wild."

He pointed to what looked like a large pile of leaves. "This is what's known as a debris hut, a very common form of wilderness shelter." Bond explained. "Hopefully, by the end of the class you'll have learnt the basics of building one." He then went on to explain those basics, as well as how to pick a spot to build in, deconstructing his own hut in the process so they could see how it was put together.

When he finished he turned to the class. "Now, I'd like you all to try your hand at building your own hut, you can work together or alone."

[ooc: wait for ocd up]

[Class Roster|Class Rules]

Your African Expedition Adventure!, Tuesday, Period Four [ 06/14 ].

[bootlessjane.livejournal.com]

"Welcome back, ladies and gentleman!" Jane smiled at her class as usual in their little Danger Shop jungle classroom, chalk on the ready for another informative and helpful lecture on jungle survival. "I hope you're all as relieved as I am to have had a nice, quiet weekend this time around, but now it's time to get back into the jungle and learn another useful skill. Today, our discussion will be on firecraft. Let's begin, shall we?"

( Fire, to destroy all you've done. )

"And there we have it. Hopefully everything you'll need for your fire, and, if not, let's get any questions you may have out in the open. If not, well, then, grab your hats, pull up those boot straps, and let's go find a good site for our fires."

[[ the ocd, it is coming burning nicely and ready for s'mores! ]]

Try Not to Die!! [Tuesday, June 14, 2011]

[sith_happened]

A visibly annoyed (but at least he wasn't a kitten any more) Anakin stood in front of the Danger Shop's door waiting for his class to arrive, playing with a ribbon that had, until a few hours ago, been decoration around his neck. "Since we did the Old West last week, I decided to program the simulation with a scenario that is more familiar to me," he said, opening the door. "Welcome to the forest moon of Endor. Try not to die."

Attitude: Just Deal With It - Tuesday, Period 2

[raspberryturk]

"Yo, Rookies!" Reno grinned as he leaned back against his desk, arms crossed over his chest. "Today I was gonna talk about kickass jobs. You know, the kind that people do a double-take about and get real interested in. Move star, race car driver, helicopter pilot, secret service agent... Not that you'd be talkin' much about bein' that last one if you were, yo."

And not that Reno was at all biased about it, either. One glance at the black suit he always wore was probably indicator enough of that.

"But then I realized, shit, we can't all be movie stars. There are some pretty serious roles out there, an' some of us even have trouble puttin' up a middle finger and spittin' out a swear word, yo." And if he was giving an amused look at certain individuals around the room at that, what of it? "So I got to thinkin' a bit harder. Everyone had somethin' they wanted to be when they were kids, right? Firefighters, nurses, ballerinas, whatever? An' not everybody is gonna grow up to be those things. Sucks, but it's true, yo."

He grinned as he shifted back to sit on the top of his desk. "But that don't mean that wherever you end up has gotta suck, either. This class is about attitude, Rookies, and so's the rest of your life. What did you guys wanna be when you grew up? What do you wanna be now? How are you gonna get there? Or, if you already are there, how are you gonna make it as awesome as those fantasies you had as a little kid of flyin' around with a cape, bringin' power to the people with your lightning hands before beatin' up monsters and signin' autographs for millions of screamin' fans?"

Not that Reno, as a small child, had ever had such fantasies. Shut up.

[Open!]

Library, Tuesday

[angelo_wings]

Literature was all well and good, but Rinoa was more in the mood for newspapers today. She managed to find two papers -- one for Lexington Park, Maryland on the day that it was supposed to be, and one for Grand Lake, Colorado, on the day it seemed to be instead.

It was really fascinating, comparing the differing styles of reporting, and what was considered appropriate news topics. Rinoa might just have to ramble about the nuances and characteristics to anyone who popped in.

The library was open.

(OCD-free!)

Gun range, Tuesday late afternoon, early evening

[heromaniac]

Momoko had made the trek back to the school and was currently in the range staring at the gun in front of her.

Her gun.

She sighed for what was probably the fourth time since she'd come in the door, but this time it had an edge of determination behind it. She reached for the box of ammunition she'd gotten from Mayor Cable and loaded up, then pulled down her goggles and took aim. Triela gave her the gun for a reason, and even if she never understood what that reason was, Momoko was at least going to master using the weapon.

It would be tricky once she got back home to Japan, but while she could... She emptied her clip and lifted her goggles to check her results. Aww. Triela would totally raise an un-amused eyebrow at that grouping. Momoko could almost hear the blonde girl sighing behind her. You're forgetting to straighten your arm; fix your stance.

Momoko reloaded, trying to resist the urge to turn around and stick her tongue out at... the no one who was there.




[Open range is open!]