The Art(s) of War and Peace; Wednesday, Second Period [ 12/14 ].

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When the students arrived, they would find that their instructors had once again provided moddable treats from JGoB and the Perk, all of which were piled on tables against the back wall of the classroom. And, it being the last day of class, at least one of their teachers might have a little something extra for anyone who was either clever or silly enough to ask him for it.

"Welcome back," Ghanima said brightly. "You've managed to make it all the way to the last class, and hopefully you even picked up a thing or two along the way. We've made it almost all the way through Tzu's Art of War, minus one or two pi'en due to Fandom, so today you'll get a bit of a break on the note-taking aspect of class."

"And we'll get a more...hands-on approach before delving into going over what we've learned and experienced thus far ♥," said Shunsui, with a timely waggle of his fingers from his reclined position behind the desk. It might have been then that the students would notice the faint mewling sound emerging from somewhere in that general area and Shunsui, unable to keep his giggles down, decided his was going to be rubbish at holding back the fun. "Ducklings ♥," he said, standing up, "prepare to meet your armies ♥."

From behind the desk, over the desk, from out of Shunsui's robe and somehow one of them even managed to get on top of his head, was a swarm of fluffy, adorable kittens. Some of them even had little helmets on them, and they meowed happily, excitedly, as they began prancing forward, on the large desk at the front of the room, over to the smaller desks for the students. Some of them were trotting on over to the snacks table to see what might be yummy in their tummy, and others were already starting to rumble and tumble with each other without the direction of their assumed warlords.

"Kitties ♥!" said Shunsui, clearly melting into a tall, hairy puddle of kitten-loving goo.

Kitties they had collected from shelters on the mainland, who would be going back to Dune with Ghanima to terrorize the palace staff. Desert mice always infested town and seitch alike. "Hold off on organizing your soldiers for a moment," she said, picking one up off its attempt to chew on her boots. "These are your troops. Love or war, how do you motivate them? If you don't understand the heart of something, you'll never achieve your objective."

"So now I am going to ask you to indulge my curiosity one last time. Afterwards, I'd like each of you to tell me what you learned this semester. It can be something about class, something about yourself, something about your own ethical outlook, it doesn't matter, so long as you have learned something. In return, feel free to ask us any question you like. We will do our level best to answer you honestly."

[OOC: Last verse, same as the first, but a whole lot louder and whole lot worse. Please to be waiting for the OCD be up.]

Library, Wednesday [12/14]

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The present someone had left on Karla's bed yesterday still puzzled Gabrielle today, but it was, she thought, infinitely preferable to the kind of unanswered questions that had led to the last couple of weeks being so busy in here.

She rather expected things to be quieter in here this week, and she couldn't say she minded if they turned out that way.

That way she could spend more time staring at the stacks in awe, just being glad that the books were back.

Well, and reshelving and tidying up and spending a lot of time thinking about how much she wanted to go home and spend time with Xena and her Amazons; as close as she'd come to losing them all, she felt like spending time with them was a fairly urgent thing. She'd felt a bit troubled ever since they'd noticed the rash of disappearances, and even if everyone (except Faramir, which she couldn't help feeling might be her fault, given her track record) was back . . . someone with her tendencies toward long, rambling introspection would still have questions.

So: tidy library (and another gift of pastries for Belle, who rather deserved more than that for figuring out Special Collections's value as a safe place, but Gabrielle's meager bag of dinars could only stretch so far), thoughtful aide. On the balance of things, a fairly good day.

Tricks, Cons and Bamboozles | Wednesday | Period 1

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"Hey guys," Neal greeted his class. "So..." He counted heads. "I'm pretty sure you're all alive." Nice, Neal. "Which is great, because we're having a final today, so if you can all take off those eyesores and leave them at the door--" yes, Snuggies, he meant you, "--we can get started."

No Snuggies in his classroom. Ever.

He handed out thick test booklets to everyone, filled with questions that he hadn't taught the answers to. But on the back of each test booklet, there was stapled -- apparently erronenously, except not really -- a quarter-sheet of paper with space for the student's name, their grade and Neal's signature.

So, you know. Hopefully you'd learned how to forge his signature by now?