The Elements of Friendship, Thursday, Period 3

[locointhecoco]

Pinkie was still a little bit hoarse *rimshot* from singing all day yesterday, but that wasn't going to stop her from putting together an awesome class! The Danger Shop was set up as a little agricultural fair today, complete with a big bright barn on one side of the field, and stands offering assorted fried dough and apple products. The center of the field was set up in a rustic, circular obstacle course. Pinkie stood on a platform in the middle with a bullhorn on top of a little stand.

"Hi everypony!" she cheered in an ear whisper. "Welcome back! I hope you all had fun singing yesterday! I did!" Not being able to talk easily put no damper on Pinkie's enthusiasm, it seemed. "Today, you all get to try out a Ponyville tradition: the Sisterhooves Social! But since you're not sisters and you don't have hooves, I guess it's the Friendlyfeet Social, today! Yay!" She stomped her feet happily.

"I've already paired you guys up, so take a few moments to enjoy the food and warm up, and get ready to race! The two-student team that gets to the finish line together first wins!"

[ooc: *starter gun!*]

Ethics Class [Thursday, January 12, 2012, 1st period]

[sith_happened]

This class had been a big hit (if you weren't Topher) last semester, so Anakin was bringing it back. Welcome to floating on dingies in the middle of nowhere, class!

There were set into groups of three and four, and though they were in the Danger Shop, they couldn't see any of their other classmates or land, only endless water.

Anakin's voice came over the speaker system: "There is no land for hundreds of kilometers, no fresh water, and you've run out of food. The only resources you have are the other people you have in the boat and any powers you and they might possess. Will you turn to cannibalism? If so, who will be the first to go?"

Hope you weren't hungry for breakfast, class.

"Again, if you'd prefer not to participate in this class, shake your head strongly and you will be taken out of the simulation."

With that the students were apparently left to their own devices.

Library, Thursday [01/12]

[selfhelphero]

Once he'd gotten settled in at the front desk, Billy was alternating between making sure he was ready for today's auditions, and trying to figure out how he was going to get costumes for an entire class of people. Who knew that being responsible could backfire so badly?

[The OCD got eaten with my lunch om nom nom.]

Superheroing 101, Thursday, Period 4

[electrocynic]

This week, Electroclash was actually there when the students filed in. Progress! She still didn't look like this was her favourite place in the world to be, but then you shouldn't expect too much of a good thing, anyway.

"Okay, my name's Electroclash," she drawled, once everyone was settled. "I can control machines, and I'm apparently teaching this class on superheroics." Eyeroll. "No one bothered to tell me this was supposed to start last week, so... sorry about that, or something. Anyway, this Kaplan kid – who's my new sidekick for the class as of right now – took some notes about you." She waved a handwavily acquired and horribly modded paper at them, then looked down at it. "Not that it was that much good 'coz I'm only interested in your cape names, and you insisted on giving your civilian ones. But I took the liberty of renaming you!" She smirked at them, smugly, as she retrieved another piece of paper, then called out each of their names in turn, and told them their new aliases. Which were non-negotiable as far as she was concerned, though you were welcome to try.

With a few unnamed people left, Electroclash trailed off. "And then not everyone did IC introductions I got bored reading this thing, so the last few names are to be announced." Actually, there was probably just the one. "Right. The SPA tells me today's topic is costumes and gimmicks. It's pretty simple. I give you a bunch of bright spandex and you design yourselves costumes, which you'll be wearing for the rest of the course." Or not. She was fickle. "Design shit and the Flying Sycophant will get the actual costumes for you for next week. And if you don't have a superpower that gives you an obvious gimmick, you might wanna think about that, too."

She didn't really care, just flopped down into the chair behind the desk, gesturing at a few boxes of fabric nearby. "Well, up and at it, kids, you haven't got all day."

[OCD up, go!]