2012-01-03

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Food Tour of Fandom [Mon, Period 2]

Bond had sent his class handwavy notice to meet him in the Danger Shop, which was set up as a bright, sunny tea room. There was a place set for each student with a pair of fresh, still warm scones, along with small dishes of cream and strawberry jam, as well as pots of tea and coffee.

"Good morning, class, I'm Professor Bond, and welcome to a Food Tour of Fandom." He paused a moment on the off chance someone was in there by mistake. "As with how these things usually go, we'll start things off slowly, with introductions while we enjoy a nice Devonshire tea, which as I'm sure you're all shocked to hear, originated in Devon, where it's usually referred to as a cream tea."

He pointed at a random student. "I'd like your name, class, a kind of food you've never tried but want to, and any particular regional specialities of your hometown."

[ooc: wait for ocd up]

[Class Roster|Class Rules]
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Polar Opposites, Tuesday

As the students grouped into the classroom for the first time, those familiar with Alistair and Morrigan's general modus operandi would have made note of the familiar twin expressions of distaste on their faces.

For Alistair, that had kind of become rote - the scowl in question was getting to be about as familiar as his favorite pair of leather trousers. "Good morning, and welcome to... this class." Ugh, the name. Was that really necessary? "I'm Alistair, of the Grey Wardens, and this is Morrigan. We're glad to see you lot. It's going to be an excellent semester, I'm sure."

Someday, the hatesex between these two was going to be epic

"We are here to teach you the fine art of debating or disagreeing with someone, without resorting to a sword in the gut," Morrigan said smoothly. "For instance, there is no reason a templar should stab a mage first, and ask questions later."

"Nor," Alistair said, "Is there any reason for a mage to turn a templar into a toad just because she happens to disagree with his opinion." This came out... not so smoothly. More catty, in the fashion of a fourteen-year-old boy.

You just keep on being excellent examples, Alistair and Morrigan.

Well, he WAS barely out of boy's breeches, at least from Morrigan's oh-so-informed opinion of being about a year his elder.

....this is what happens when the school board lets teenagers teach teenagers, people.

"Introductions are boring," Morrigan continued, as if Alistair hadn't said a word. "One topic you're passionate about, and your argument for or against it in one minute, or something along those lines. You. Start."

"Everyone else is of course allowed to discuss along," Alistair interrupted. "I mean. You don't have to be as taciturn as good old Morrigan over here..." Was that an emphasis on the word 'old'? Wasn't it? Mystery!
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Library | Tuesday [1/3]

Cassie went immediately to the library after her only class of the day. She was both cheerful and nervous about getting a position as a library aide. She had applied for the position and hadn't been expecting to get it.

Once in the library, she put her bag behind the desk and set about getting familiar with the layout and where everything belonged.