The Elements of Friendship, Thursday, Period 1

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The students would possibly be relieved to enter the Danger Shop and not find the dark Everfree Forest on the other side. For one thing, this drastically reduced the likelihood that they would get tossed down a cliff into a giant mud puddle.

On the other hand, they were coming in to find a Carousel shaped shop with the doors flung open in welcome. Inside they'd discover racks of clothes (human-shaped, thankfully), huge, gold-edged mirrors, and an extravagant runway. As the students gathered, the lights in the shop dimmed and the curtain at the end of the runway opened, revealing a dramatically posed Pinkie, decked out to the nines in a pink, white, and blue . . . dress thing, decorated in candy corns, lollipops, and bows. She strutted down the runway, tossing her hair about and flashing broad, confident grins, then stopped at the end, stood on her hind legs, and flung her hooves into the air in a victorious V.

"Welcome back, everypony! You all did super well last week, showing how well you work together in times of spooooooookiness and danger. You sowed the seeds of your friendships, and today we're going to put them to another test. You see, losing a friend's trust is the fastest way to lose a friend . . . FOREVER! So today, you're all going to show that your friends' trust in you is well placed . . . with a fashion show!

"Everypony partner up," Pinkie instructed, hopping down from the run way and pulling one of the racks of clothes over with her teeth. "Then you're all going to dress your partner in whatever fashions you think will impress our very discerning, super fashionable judgey audience. You can pick whatever you want for your partner to wear, but remember, they've put their sartorial reputation in your hooves -- and you're putting yours into theirs. Once you're all dressed up, we'll have our very own fashion show, and our judges will tell us what they think!"

Pinkie stomped her hooves in the pony version of clapping. "So everypony! In the immortal words of Photo Finish, the hippest fashion photographer in all of Equestria: It's time to make . . . da magics!"

[ooc: Make it work!]

Sensitivity Training, Thursday - 9/15

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"Today we're gonna look at stereotypes based on cliques or social groups," Guy said, putting two stacks of paper (one blank, the other with an image on them) and several boxes of markers on his desk for people to take when they started. Next thing you know, he'll be buying stickers to put on their work. Oh god, the teacherness. The teacherness. "I want all of you to grab a partner for this exercise."

That he totally hadn't found online last night at 2 am before sending Kyle another annoyed email for this crap. Really now.

"Since I know some of you all aren't from either this time or planet, I'm not expecting you to somehow know all this crap off the top of your heads. Just do your best at it with what you've learned about this place so far," he added. "With your partner, I want you to look at the pictures and decide what clique each of 'm are in. I'm not tellin' ya about the cliques, I just wanna see what you all think first."

Dun dun duuuun.

"Now get to it."