Hero Management- Monday- Period 3- Class #7

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When the students got to the Danger Shop today, they'd see a table set up with pizza and snacks, mostly because Hermione thought it was a good example of today's class rather than her just deciding to be nice. "This is our last class for the session, and I want to take a moment to say that I've enjoyed having all of you here," she began with a little smile. "Over the past six weeks we've covered how to support your friends in what they have to do, whether it's being the one to do the legwork or be the voice of reason. There then comes a point when you have to actually do whatever it is they're called to do, and at that point your objective is to really just get through it. And then once it's over, there's really nothing left to do besides either celebrate, or pick up the pieces, or both. I hope you win every time, but sometimes things don't go so well. Maybe you lose someone, and then the support you give involves knowing when to be sympathetic, or when to be available with ready hugs." Not that Hermione knew anything about that, nope.

"Since that is probably a whole other class topic, we're going to focus on the more positive one today. Since you've made it through class, we're going to celebrate with a pizza party," she said, gesturing to the table. "Help yourself, maybe share some of your class-related experiences with others, and be glad I didn't decide to have you practice hugging." Somehow she hadn't thought that appropriate.

Destiny & Free Will, Week VII [Monday, Period 2]

[atreideslioness]

The students should have gotten a handwaved notice to dress nicely and meet at the Danger Shop, where they were met by a Ghanima waiting just outside the door.

"Right."  Reaching inside her coat, Ghanima retrieved a deck of the Dune Tarot and fanned the cards at them.  "Step right up, and ask me what today holds for you.  Through there -" she gestured at the portal with the cards,  " - is Monaco.  Home to some of the most wonderful casinos this Earth holds.  Your mission is to take the future I forsee, and try to beat it.  If I tell you that you are destined to win big, sit outside and give away money.  If I say you fail, go cheat the casino by whatever means you choose.  The one rule is not to get caught, because I am not paying for bail.  I want to see how many of you manage to flaunt destiny." 

"After all," she grinned humorlessly, flipping up the Hanged Man with ease.  "Navigating the future is a family talent.  Who wants to try and beat the oracular Atreides?"

[ooc: ocd up!]

Cupcake War Crimes, Week 7 (Tuesday, Period 1)

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The classroom was set up in the usual fashion. And the alien boys were up front as usual.

"This is our last week together," Stark said, a little sadly. He would miss them. Or possibly he’d miss having a captive audience to talk about cupcakes with. Perhaps, and most likely, it was a combination of the two.

Anders patted Stark lightly on the shoulder, and if he was betting on the answer to Stark’s narrative he’d bet on "a combination of the two." Which he wasn’t doing at the moment. (Maybe later.) "You’re not getting away without a final," he put in, "but it’s a final where you get to eat. That’s okay with you guys, right?"

( Well, in theory; cupcakes behind the cut are both decadent and disturbing . . . )