Winter Sports, Monday, Period Two

[doubleohblonde]

Bond did not look sad that the island was no longer in an ice filled wasteland he could inflict on his students, but that was only because he had an excellent poker face. Lacking appropriate weather once more, today's class was being held in the danger shop, which was set up like an ice hockey rink.


"Ice hockey is, as the name might suggest, hockey played upon the ice." Occasionally, Bond could state the blindingly obvious. He then went into a short overview of the rules and gameplay.

"Because the game is marginally less violent than the version not played on ice." So spoke a man who followed women's field matches. "There's appropriate equipment for you to change into before getting out onto the ice where you can practice various techniques or attempt to play against each other."

[ooc: wait for ocd up]

[Class Roster|Class Rules]

Science Classroom; Tuesday [ 08/02 ].

[bootlessjane.livejournal.com]

So there it was. A large chunk of rock sitting in the middle of a laboratory classroom, waiting to be researched. Jane wasn’t entirely sure it wanted to be researched, though, with all the elusiveness and mystery it was giving off, but, then again, geology was hardly her area of scientific expertise, and she had a feeling it wasn’t quite Miss Granger’s forte either.

Thankfully, that was why they had their brilliant and inquisitive students to help, yes?

Goodness, she hoped so! Either way, a handwavey message had been sent out to the student body, encouraging anyone who was interested to come on in and help them out today.

“Hello, students,” she gave them a bit of an uncertain smile. “Thank you all for coming and giving us a hand with this most mysterious piece of rock. It’s so good to see so many of you eager to help, but Miss Granger and myself must ask you to take the utmost care. Clearly, we are uncertain what we are dealing with, so we must be careful.”

"Yes, please. I wish we had more information to give you," said Hermione, and don't think that wasn't bothering her. Of course, she'd also decided that if there was some strange mysterious rock that no one knew anything about, she was not going to be touching it unless it was absolutely necessary. At least without gloves. She knew that was probably just paranoia. "If there is anything you can tell us about it, don't hesitate to speak up."

“We’ve got gloves, microscopes, goggles, you name it,” Jane offered, “and also plenty of books for reference. Let’s use our resources and try to figure out what we can. Consider everything; even if you find something that’s just minutely interesting or different or strange, it could be useful.”

"Now, if anyone has any questions, we'll answer them as best we can," Hermione went on. "But let's get started and see what we can find, shall we?"

[[ written, obviously, with the fantastic smartestone and for all you sciencey types; please wait for the OCD is ready for examination! ]]

Creative Writing; Tuesday, First Period [ 08/02 ].

[sake-shinigami.livejournal.com]

In a way, Shunsui was incredibly relieved to see that a lot of things were happening this semester that made lesson plans easier. Granted, he had intended to just use the same lesson plan from last semester, but this way, inspired by the goings-on about the island, it helped make him look just a little less lazy.

And being inspired was what this was all about, ne?

So as the kids settled and he passed around their coffee and cocoa, he gave them a faint smile. "There's a big rock that crash landed in your little camp the other day ♥," he informed them, as if they wouldn't realize it already. "Like an idea that sometimes smashes unbidden into your brain, unexpected events can make great storytelling fodder ♥. Now, I'm sure there are many people already trying to figure out where that thing came from, but our assignment today will be to make up our own story about what it is and why it is here ♥. Who knows? One of you may be right ♥. And, if that is the case, I hope your story is about how in two days time, it will somehow reveal itself to be a never ending spring of sake ♥.

"Simple enough, ne ♥? And, at the end of class, we'll share our creations ♥."

No one could ever accuse this class of being too strenuous, that was for sure.

[[ OCD is a'coming up! ]]

Try Not to Die!!!! [Tuesday, August 2]

[sith_happened]

Anakin had taken two steps across the causeway toward the new town and all of the hair on the back of his neck had stood up. He had a definite bad feeling about the place that was entirely separate from the feeling of general unease that he'd woken up with.

He hoped he wasn't coming down with something--he was hardly ever sick and because of that made for one rotten patient.

He contacted his students to let them know to ]meet him at the Danger Shop this morning, which had been programmed to look like the Coruscant he'd spent his teenage and young adult years on: Tahiri would recognize some of the changes, but for the most part Coruscant was an enormous, bustling city that covered an entire planet.

"Welcome to Coruscant, the capital planet of my galaxy," Anakin said, projecting his voice to be heard over the noise of the streets as thousands of aliens jostled past the students. "It's the home to billions of different beings, and you'll hear hundreds of different languages as you race around today. Try not to die--it'll be extremely difficult to find you here and dying upsets the Danger Shop programming."

Or wasn't allowed by the programming, but Anakin wasn't going to mention that.

He scratched idly at his arm, then stepped away from the clue box.

Tricks, Cons and Bamboozles | Tuesday | Period 4

[charming_thief]

The students had been handwavily told to meet out by the Causeway today, ideally dressed a little nicer than was their usual, which he had had all too much fun snarkily incorporating into the email. Yep, it was field trip time for the Bamboozles class -- which had the added bonus of getting them away from the really creepy feeling Neal had been getting since the arrival of that giant rock.

"So today," he said, looking very dorkily eager about all of this, "we're going to take a field trip to see one of the best examples of conning of all time." 

He could've just shown the movie, but that wouldn't have been nearly as fun. Nor would it have gotten him heavily-discounted a student group package to a musical he'd been meaning to see again anyway.

"It's a Broadway show called Find Me If You're Able. It's based on a movie, which in my opinion isn't half as good. And the movie is based on a memoir, and that's based on a real guy who created these incredible scams when he was only eighteen." Yep. That was definitely Neal's dorkface right now. Mock away, Kenzi. "So we're going to Portal over there now, if no one has any questions, and now you can all brag to your friends in Iowa or whatever that you've seen a Broadway show." 

Just before hopping into the Portal, he added with a dorky little smile, "It won a Tony."

Library, Tuesday

[angelo_wings]

Rinoa hadn't heard much about why they had abruptly left the cabins. Something about a mysterious rock? She hoped no one was in any danger. Maybe whatever was wrong, they had caught it before it could do any damage.

She didn't know if there would be researchers, but she opened the library bright and early nonetheless.

(ocd coming zomg)

The Magic of a Good Time, Wednesday, Period 1

[locointhecoco]

Pinkie was almost late for class, today. She'd been side-tracked by trying to sing morals into a pack of rampaging mutated alots. Amazingly, they'd actually enjoyed her song and dance routines less than the buffalo had, but Pinkie had made it out unscathed, in a way that only Pinkie ever could.

She'd hoped the alots would explain why her Pinkie sense had been going wild for two days -- knee jerks, ear flops, tail twithes, eye flutters, shoulder aches, the works, but most of all, the persistent shudder -- but it kept right at it even as she watched the students come in and take their seats. Why, she was shuddering so much now that she was visibly vibrating up off the floor.

Whatever this was, it was going to be a major doozy.

"We-e-e-elcome cla-a-a-a-ass," she greeted. "Toda-a-a-a-ay we're going to ta-a-a-a-alk about pa-a-a-arty mu-u-u-usic! So-o-o-o-o let's get da-a-a-a-a-ancing!"

Pinkie had been thinking of doing another dance number, but even she realized this would be problematic when she sounded like she was talking into a fan, so she just went over to the turntables in the corner -- of course those were always there, what do you mean you didn't notice them? -- and started them up.

"We'll a-a-a-a-a-all ta-a-a-ake tu-u-u-u-urns spi-i-i-i-inning tra-a-a-a-a-cks. Wo-o-o-o-on't that be fu-u-u-u-un?"

[ooc: OCD will be up shortly Okay, 3, 2, 1, let's jam.]