Philosophy 101- Week #5- Period 4

[fates_jaye]

When the students got to the Danger Shop Theater today, they'd find... well, nothing they hadn't found the last few weeks. Find a seat, boys and girls.

Once they had, Jaye said, "I'd say Fandom really needs to stop giving me reasons to dredge up movies to fit a theme, but that would make my job a lot harder so Fandom can just keep on keepin' on. So today's movie is a little gem from the early 80's called the meta for Tootsie. And just keep in mind it was a whole different time back then and they could get away with making movies about this sort of thing. People like, oh, say the executives at ABC should really remember stuff like that unless they want a PR nightmare."

And then it was to her seat in the back row, and Lex if he was there could start the movie.

Newspaper Club, Journalism Room, Monday after classes

[iwishiwasbig.livejournal.com]

Dave was at the front of the Journalism Room, looking through a copy of the today's issue of the Fandom High Times. Also, he was clutching a cup of coffee in his other hand.

"Great first issue, everyone. I hope you've had a chance to flip through it at some point today," Dave said. "But there's always room to improve, of course. "So take a look, think about next week's issue, and let's see how we can do even better next week. Oh, coffee and pastries are free, of course."

Library, Monday

[faithandscience.livejournal.com]

William was all too happy to be back to his proper shape- and gender- come Monday morning.

Of course, it would be foolish to think the library was going to let this go without commenting in its own special way. Hence the stack of women's styling magazines that always seemed to reappear on the circulation desk, no matter how many times William carried them back to the shelves.

"Oh, very funny," he said with an eyeroll and a bit of a sigh.

Basic Strategy, Monday, Period 4

[halfman-lion.livejournal.com]

"Hello again," Tyrion said easily. "If you were a woman this weekend, and you normally aren't, I hope you found something to enjoy about the experience. If you're always a woman, I hope you didn't hurt yourselves too badly laughing at those of us with new centers of gravity. And with that, I'm moving into an easy assignment -- for me, not for you."

"I just have to read the names on this piece of paper, then you're to take care of the rest of it. I drew names at random to pair you up. Each pair is to spend some time together over the course of the week discussing something each of you might teach the other, and perhaps beginning some instruction in it. I don't especially care what the skill is, but please, nothing illegal, particularly immoral, or likely to get you killed."

He was betting on the last element being the hardest.

"You can either spend today as a discussion session, or leave with your partner to go work on whatever you're teaching each other. Next week, we'll review what we learned."

And with that, he took out the sheet and began to read.

Defending Yourself [Monday, Period 1]

[furious-maximus.livejournal.com]

This week the Danger Shop was set up like a restaurant. Nothing too fancy, just tables, chairs, and moddable breakfast.

Max himself had a half-eaten donut in his hand. "So," he began conversationally, "one of the interesting things about defending yourself is that you never really know when you might need to do it. Oh, sure, sometimes you've got a pretty good idea: like when there's an invasion on out there, but sometimes you're just minding your own business and bam." He shrugged. "Assassins jump out from behind the bar."

Well, that's how it happened to him every so often.

"Now, hopefully none of you have to deal with that kind of thing on any sort of regular basis, but you never know when you'll need to know how to respond to that kind of thing. So today we're going to be talking about two things: situational awareness and improvised weaponry." And for once in Max's, it was just going to be talking.

"So take a seat, but before you do, take a look around. Because defending yourself is a lot easier from a good position. Think about where an attack is most likely to come from before you sit down. Also consider how easily you could get out if this entire breakfast thing turned out to be an elaborate trap." Which Max wasn't beyond orchestrating, to be fair.

"If you remember our lesson from not too long ago, it's sometimes a good idea to mix your fighting and your running, so the other thing I want you to do is take a look around for things you could use to defend yourself if you needed to. Some of them are going to be obvious, like using a table to keep someone from getting to you, but others may be more subtle."

"So, take a seat. Talk to your neighbors. Enjoy breakfast."

Cafeteria; Monday Lunchtime [ 01/30 ].

[shestheworst.livejournal.com]

Not only did it seem entirely unnecessary, it was even so oxymoronical that even Britta, with hypocrisy imbedded into her to her very core, was skeptical.

"Are you sure there's no meat in the vegetarian meatloaf?"

The cafeteria staff was making it quite clear on their expressions that this was why they hated Mondays so much, they should be serving lasagna.

"I mean, did you make it yourself, or did you get it from somewhere else? How can you be sure?"

The lack of response was not going to prevent Britta from continuing.

"No meat? None whatsoever? Meat by-product? Anything?"

Eyes went back to the board mentioning the offerings. Someone went ahead and underlined Vegetarian.

"I can have this checked out at a lab, you know."

The staff remained unphased. Britta sighed, holding out her tray. "Fine, I'll take some. And some mashed potatoes, too. But no jello. They use horses hooves for that, you know."

With that, she got her lunch, found a table, and set to the task of leaning in very close to the square of supposed meat-free meat on her plate to search for signs of animals, though, really, she didn't know what exactly she was expecting to find. Maybe a slice of bacon or a snout or something.


[[ open cafeteria is open, of course! ]]