The Fifteen Labors of Fandom, Period 1

[olympian-herc.livejournal.com]

It may have been the first class session of the morning, but Hercules was a man of his word.

Today was a pizza party.

The classroom had a table filled with pizzas from Pizza Planet, a complete variety of toppings and types of crusts. Plates, napkins, cups, and sodas were also available.

"You all triumphed over an amazing and terrible labor last weekend. You all make me very proud. So... today is pizza. If you are lactose intolerant, there are even pizzas without cheese. If you cannot have gluten... I will go get you something. But... eat up! Enjoy! And if you wish, I can answer any and all questions about... oh, anything today. That is how we will end the semester," Hercules said, before grabbing a slice of pepperoni for himself.

[ooc: OCD coming up! Ready to go!]

Library [12/16]

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

For the first time in a while, Wesley wasn't spending his shift poring over everything he could find on disappearances and multiversal failures.

Instead he was shelving. Sweet, sweet shelving.

At least, he was. Until Angel called and asked him to look up a translation for him. Then it was right back to research. Woe.

Student Council [Friday, Lunchtime]

[bigdamnprincipal]

Zoe was in a much better mood today than she'd been the last time the Student Council had meet. It was their last meeting of the semester, and of the calendar year, so she'd possibly gone a little overboard at J,GOB and the Perk, getting treats and hot chocolate for the students. She figured she was allowed to spoil them a bit though, after the past few weeks.

"Good afternoon, everyone," she said, taking a seat and an apple muffin for herself. "I'm very glad to have you all back here. I know we don't have much time left before break, so I thought we could take this time to think about what we might want to do in the spring, or even during the break, if you're going to be around."

She certainly didn't have anywhere better to be than here.

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

[snarkyhealer.livejournal.com]

It'd be a casual class that the students walked into, with Shira and Annja arranging and rearranging trays of pastries and other totally moddable goods on desks in the classroom.

No hard finals for this class, Annja had decided. The students had dealt with too much. But still, she'd give them something that hopefully made them think.

Shira took her seat as Annja spoke.

"All right, everyone, nothing too difficult -- your final is to tell me what you enjoyed about the class, and one thing you learned that you didn't know before."

[OCD on the way! Annja modded with permission.]