Cupcake War Crimes, Take 2, Thursday [8/11]

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Things looked normal in the Home Ec classroom this week. Hopefully even your TA was fully recovered from her bout of greyness. None of this week’s cupcakes were grey either, though you wouldn’t be able to tell that yet since they were all still covered.

"I hope everyone is well," Stark said, looking over the students after they arrived. "Recovered from last week. Everything that happened. And if there’s anything we can help with," yes, he was volunteering Anders for support services too, "please, let us." If nothing else, you know these two will offer baked goods.

Anders gave Stark a surprised look for just a second, but he was all right with being volunteered, he supposed. "And I’m just gonna throw this out there so you know before trying it yourselves in a situation. If you’re gonna use old stale cupcakes as a weapon, aim carefully, and be ready to run if they decide your ammo’s tasty." He cleared his throat and uncovered a large tray of chocolate-based cupcakes. "These are -- tasty in theory, but maybe the idea that chocolate makes everything better ain’t all it’s cracked up to be. What do you guys think?"

To be fair, the dark chocolate cupcake with the caramel cumin buttercream frosting looked pretty good, and the maple syrup cupcake with brown sugar smoked bacon . . . well, bacon did make everything better, right? On the other hand, there was that chocolate cupcake coated in potato chips, and the one with the jalapeno on top. It was really a mixed bag -- or plate, more accurately.

"Chocolate or bacon," Anders went on, snagging one of the maple syrup and bacon cupcakes for himself. "That’s your discussion for the day, and there’s plenty of both in with the ingredients when you get to baking."

Talking is a Free Action [Thursday, August 11, 2011]

[capt-maxfactor.livejournal.com]

"Greetings, me hearties!" Jack crowed from the front of the--admittedly kind of strange--room. "Ye might have heard on the radio that will be up after I finish writing it that Deadpool has turned into a dingo, so he can hardly be teaching class, savvy? And since people admire initiative, I decided t' try it out and see if there was a reason to admire it."

He paused. "So far it seems like a great deal o' work. Pressing on! As ye might have noticed, being astute sorts, we find ourselves in a blacksmith's smithy. This is an excellent place t' get into a fight."

He really seemed to believe that, too. "Throughout the room, I've left helpful notes fer where bits o' wittiness will be appropriate t' spout against the eunuch who will come out t' fight you."

He meant that with love, Will. Really.

"Grab a hidin' place and a pair o' handcuffs--no use in makin' this too easy, and get ready t' banter wittily!"

Teambuilding for Dummies [Thursday, 4th Period]

[thefearwasreal]

As each student entered the classroom, Oz held up a hat for them to take a folded-up piece of paper from.

"Afternoon all," he said, once they'd all arrived. "Good to see we're all back to normal, if anyone has any lingering urges to rip people's faces off please wait until after class is over to do so. I wouldn't want to have to tase anyone, the paperwork's a mess." And it was supposedly wrong to tase students or something like that.

"Today we're going to play a game to work on our team skills." Just be glad it wasn't pass the grenade. "Roleplay scenario, you are all prisoners of war, trapped behind enemy lines. You have to plan an escape. Only problem is none of you know each other, and some of you, not going to say how many but you're the ones with a X on your paper, are spies, planted specifically to foil any escape attempts. So before you start planning, you need to figure out who you can trust. No showing each other your papers either. That's cheating."

[OCD up]