Food Tour of Fandom [Mon, Period 2]

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The smell of cooking meat and fresh bread filled the Danger Shop today, a vast hall filled with grills and pans where sausages of every description were being cooked by men not wearing lederhosen.

"Germany has a long tradition of sausage making," Bond began. "With the first documented evidence of the bratwurst dating back to 1313. There are somewhere in the region of 1500 plus varieties of German sausage, with a decent selection of them being available here for you to sample. As with English cheeses, a number of German sausages, such as the Thuringian sausage and Frankfurter Würstchen have geographical protections, restricting where and how they need to be made in order to be sold under that name."

"Bread, noodles, sauerkraut, kale, chips, and mustard are some of the usual accompaniments served with the sausages, depending on whether they're intended as a snack or a main meal."

[ooc: wait for ocd up]

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Anarchist Philanthropist Club, Tuesday After Classes

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Hidden away in a clandestine location of which only the members were aware*, Britta and Jim prepared for the first ever meeting of the Anarchist Philanthropist Club, of which both of them were pretty sure this was the first of any such club in existence. How revolutionary! Though they were only leaders in name to satiate the bureaucratic demand for titles to support an undertow of a class system by The Man, they still did a pretty good job of setting up the pizza and soda liberated from the over-indulgent bourgeoise** for the members and waited for them to arrive for their first meeting.

"Hey, guys," Jim greeted, in a manner that he hoped was just blase enough to count as anarchist, since he was one of the leaders... kind of... of this club. "Welcome to the first meeting of the Anarchist Philanthropist group. I'm Jim, and that's Britta, and while this is where any other club might have people introducing themselves as leaders, that would probably kind of be missing the point, here. Britta and I... you can think of us as glorified activity coordinators, or something, instead."

Yeah. Glorified activity coordinators eating yesterday's pizza. Like champs.

"Or maybe even...." Britta shrugged, "people who just happened to put the club together, which affords us no extra privileges or anything like that. That’s bullcrap, because society need not be governed. There are no leaders in anarchy, and certainly no voting about whether or not anyone is anarchist enough or philanthropist enough, okay? We are all leaders, leaders in standing up for the rights of human kind in the face of those who wish to squish equality under their designer leather shoes like bug. So, with that in mind, today, we’re going to get to know each other and talk about ideas on what exactly we want to accomplish. I know me and Jim have a few ideas, too, but no idea is better than any others, unless it’s really dumb, and we’ll try to get them all done. We’ve already got one planned for next week, but we’ll go over that more at the end of the meeting."

Jim stared at Britta for a moment, before clearing his throat an pressing on. He was starting to get the sneaking suspicion that when it came to anarchy, he was actually, somehow, managing to lag a few steps behind, here.

"Uh... right! Yeah. So, let's talk about causes." A beat. "If you want to, I mean. as a not-a-leader, I'm really just making a suggestion."

Sure.

* Or, well, okay, that one classroom over there.
** And by “liberated,” we mean “leftovers from the Kappa Kappa Gremlin meeting."

So You're a Fugitive From Justice, Tuesday, 3rd Period

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Zayne's class was taking place in the Danger Shop this week. It was programmed to look, sound, and even smell like a vile hive of scum and villainy... Well, maybe not EXACTLY like that since Zayne had never been to Tatooine. But it was clearly a place where lowlifes spent time.

Congratulations, lowlifes!

( In which you hide in plain sight )

Library [1/24]

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Cassie was sitting behind the desk, re-reading the letter she had received from Diana yesterday. She didn't like what she was reasing and decided that she would be calling Deborah after work. Maybe together, they could try to find some answers at the book store in town or even the Magic Box. There had to be something they could do here to strengthen her own powers and find a way to prepare her to fight alongside her Circle.

For now. though, she was trying to let the libray soothe her like it usually could.

Sex Ed, Tuesday, First Period

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Today a large poster was displayed at the front of the classroom. "I would just like to start by saying I had nothing to do with the creation of this poster," Steve said, looking faintly embarrassed about it. "But it has an important message. You can't always tell by looking at someone whether they have a venereal disease or not. They may not even know it. That's why protection is so important, and why abstinence is the only really effective way of preventing the spread of disease. Today we're going to have a little exercise to demonstrate this.

"You have the rest of the class period free to mingle and eat these cookies I brought. Half of you will receive a packet of chocolate chip cookies, and half of you will receive a packet of bacon maple cookies. If you want to trade, or try one of the other cookies, well, then you'll have to talk to each other, won't you? There is only one requirement: you must shake hands with anyone you talk to. And there is a catch. One of you is--hypothetically, of course--carrying a disease, which is transferred by the shaking of hands. I will tell you who at the end of the period. But don't worry about that for now. Chat. Enjoy the cookies."

((Disease vector has now been revealed!))

Polar Opposites, Tuesday

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"Hello everyone, welcome back to our class on debating," Alistair said.

Yes, he'd just figured out that's what they were doing. Give him a gold star, everyone! "Like last week, we'll be debating another random topic from the jar... thing..."

"Yes, the 'jar thing,'" Morrigan replied dryly, holding it out for him to pick this time. "You students are to be congratulated on keeping it civilized so far."

Alistair gave her a foul look. "In spite of some of the terrible examples some of us have shown you," he said, then took out a note. "And we've got... 'classrooms: co-ed or same-sex'."

Beat. "Where did you find these..."

"In a book, at their library, on debate topics," Morrigan informed him. "I understand that wardens spend a great deal of time sharpening their swords-" totally dirty, "-but you really ought to visit their repository. 'Tis full of marvelous tomes."

"You have never been to our repository, because we don't let anybody in there," Alistair said. And by 'nobody' he also meant 'junior wardens', yes. "Well, if you're so clever, why don't you explain the topic?"

"'Their' meaning the school's library, Alistair," Morrigan replied patiently, as if she was talking to a particularly stupid cow. "Although my mother has a few choice words about the collections of both the wardens and the Circle. 'Short-sighted' is her favorite, along with 'dull' and 'lies,' although the last one is mostly reserved for the Circle."

"Same-gender classrooms are, as they sound, classes filled with all boys, or all girls. I am given to understand that co-ed is the set-up here, where males and females mingle freely," she continued. "There are a number of arguments for and against each model."

"And I," Alistair said, "Figured out your print-ahr so you can read them." So in your face, Morrigan.

And hey, he had! He had in fact printed out everything they'd ever need for this class, topic-explanation-wise. All in one afternoon, in fact!

... which made his learning curve from 'crumpled and in pink ink halfway on the page' to 'readable' more than a little obvious.