The Fifteen Labors of Fandom, Session 1, Period 1

[olympian-herc.livejournal.com]

At bright and early 9 am, the class gathered in one of the normal classrooms. Once everyone had taken a seat, they'd notice that set across the teacher's desk was a series of items: a sheathed sword, a shield with cloth wrapped around the center, a Greek helm, and a quiver of arrows.

( The first labor: Charades? )

[ooc: Class is in session!]

Well-Behaved Women Rarely Make History [Session 1, Period 4]

[spiritandsword]

When the class arrived in the danger shop, they would find themselves surrounded by several images of women from different time periods. Annja was leaning against a pillar and when the last student arrived, she pressed a button on the remote in her hand and the images froze.

"Welcome to Well-Behaved Women Rarely Make History. I'm Annja and I'll be your instructor." She gave them all a smile. "I know, I don't look much older than most of you, but trust me, I have the experience and the knowledge. I have a Masters degree in Archaeology and I'm working on my Doctorate. I want to say that I commend all of you for deciding to take a class that will rerquire thinking and interaction on a Friday afternoon." She looked around the class. "Starting next week, we'll begin the tour of history and the women that we know a great deal about -- and those that we do not. However. today's class is going to be more laid back. We're going to do introductions -- yeah, I know, but it's still the first week, so I get to make you do it. I want you to tell me your name, your grade, why you took this class and a woman in history that you admire or want to learn more about. I'll even go first."

She straightened. "I'm Annja Creed-Nast and I graduated from Fandom High. You can call me Annja, or, if you absolutely must be formal, Mrs. Nast. I will warn you, however, that I'm not used to being called by my married name. My husband also lives in Fandom and runs the sporting goods shop in town. As for female historical figure, I feel a particularly strong pull to Joan of Arc, or Jeanne d'Arc." She looked around the room and gestured at a student. "And now your turn."

Before class ended she lifted a hand. "Could I please speak to Miss Blythe and Miss Shira after class."

Fighting for Funsies, Friday - 9/2

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Deadpool was not dressed up like a flying rainbow cat today. Which was probably a good thing for the class. But, possibly to make up for it, possibly just because, there were a number of clown shaped punching bags.

"Its Friday. Friday. Tomorrow will be Saturday," he informed the class seriously. "That probably means that you've spent the majority of this week giving introductions and talking about where you're from and all the deep, underlying trauma that lead you to come to Fandom and oh em gee someone looks just like you! But here's the thing... I don't care about any of that crap. Straight up don't give a damn. I mean, I guess I could smile and nod like I did, but it's Friday, this class is about fighting, not talking about The View, and I'm lazy."

Deadpool: best teacher ever.

He clapped his hands together cheerfully to encourage them to accept these facts and move on. "So, instead, you're gonna hit a clown and tell me how you like to fight." A beat. "If the clown hits back, I'll be both impressed and terrified that they're becoming as smart as people."

Another beat.

"And Madrox."

He says it with love! Stabby, stabby love.

Library [9/2]

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

All Wesley had been trying to do was shelve some books. Honestly. He hadn't been in here for several weeks, what with the situation in Panem, but he had assumed that the other students who worked here had at least managed to keep it running in his absence. He had not, however, expected to find several sections of books entirely roped off despite not being even remotely connected to Special Collections. All that he could figure was that perhaps someone had had the misfortune to be the victim of a heavy book falling on his or her head, and the sections had been consequently roped off, but that seemed to be a bit extreme. 

And on top of that, when he went to call the librarian to find out what was going on, he found the phone wrapped in bubble-wrap.

This was... very confusing.

Don't Be Evil [Friday, Second Period]

[thefearwasreal]

Oz was exceedingly chipper as he waited for his class to finish filing into the classrooom. It was a brand new semester, with a brand new crop of fresh young minds to warp scar mould. Once the bell rang, he turned the electronic display at the front of class on.

"Don't be evil," he read out. "Both the name and the aim of the class. Funny that. And while initially it may seem simple enough, it turns out that for some people, or companies even, not being evil is really, really hard, so hard in fact that they need to make it their motto. Hopefully none of you are that far gone yet, since that'd really ruin my pass rate, and your chances of leading happy, productive lives." And that would be terrible.

"But first week things first though, I see some familiar faces but also new ones and it's not like I have my own personal hacker to break into your records and help me keep track that way." Not on the island at least. "Which means it's introduction time. Name, class, a useful skill, and a time you chose not to be evil. For example, I'm Oz, your teacher, that's classified, and that one's even more classified. Now your turn, you first, sparky."

"I'm also looking for a TA, anyone who's interested just fill in the application form, and I'll get back to you by next class."

[OCD up]