Mad Kings & Queens: Raving Royals and How To Survive Them (Wednesday, 4th Period)

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As the students came in today, they would find that Ghanima had gotten rid of the desks in favor of huge pillows tossed about the room, and a large television at the front of the room.

"Right then," Ghanima said cheerfully. "I decided to deviate from the syllabus today a bit, since you've all been so busy lately and are probably thinking about the upcoming dance and not class. We'll be watching Wildcat in Snow, one of my favorite films. None of them are, technically, mad, unless you count the lust for power as a madness. Horribly clever, most of them, which is part of the problem."

( Of course he has a knife, he always has a knife, we all have knives! It's 1183 and we're barbarians! How clear we make it. Oh, my piglets, we are the origins of war: not history's forces, nor the times, nor justice, nor the lack of it, nor causes, nor religions, nor ideas, nor kinds of government, nor any other thing. We are the killers. We breed wars. We carry it like syphilis inside. Dead bodies rot in field and stream because the living ones are rotten. )

[OCD'd!]

Practical Mythology, 2/8/12, Period 2, [Class Session 6]

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Today in the Danger Shop, the students found themselves in a replica of a tall tower, in a room that was clearly a combination workshop and living quarters. Everywhere there were architectural drawings and tools, not unlike what one could imagine Leonardo Da Vinci living in, if Leonardo had been born in Ancient Greece.

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[ooc: Class is up and open!]

The Library | Wednesday | 2/8

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On her way into the library today, Dorothy had encountered a little green scaly thing. Now, she'd been forewarned about the gremlins. And yet, her curiosity had gotten the better of her.

And so, behind the desk at the library today was a young woman of fourteen with a fresh set of bite marks on one hand. She appeared to be speaking, or possibly raving.

"Space, space, wanna go to space," she said. And continued in a similar fashion, seemingly unceasing. She'd need a glass of water and possibly a lozenge after this was all over.

The library was open.

[ooc: Dorothy has been gremlin bit into talking like the Space Core from Portal 2. IDEK.]

Is A Cigar Just A Cigar, Wednesday, Period 3

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Today, class met back in the regular classroom, though Cindy brought in some pastries and a carafe of coffee. Some things were cruel to deny the students after all. "Today is more of a discussion-oriented class," Cindy said once the bell rang. "Mostly because coming up with an appropriate activity was rather difficult. But then, today's topic is contentious like that."

( Let's talk about sex, baby )

"So the question becomes, what point does sex in literature serve? Does it need to shown, or can it be skimmed over and elided? If it is shown, does it need to have a purpose, or is it okay to just be enjoyed? In the books you've read and the movies you've seen, has there been sex that meant more than 'just sex'? Let's talk."

Jeff's Solo Tour of Totally Awesome School-Board Mandated Madness, Wednesday

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Today, the students would find themselves in the Danger Shop... facing Jeff and a chihuahua.

Jeff looked markedly less energetic than usual - in fact, he seemed downright mopey. "Jamie's a dog this week so we won't be doing our planned lesson," he said. "Actually I'm not even sure why we're here because I think the school board was really clear that Jamie had to be in the class, but I brought him and I thought I'd try and teach you after all. It would be a shame if you had to miss a class."

Some people might beg to differ about that, Jeff.

"Anyway, I thought I'd take this week to teach you all about dogs," he said. "Now dogs can be really useful, but they're also treacherous. They make me nervous, and it's for a really good reason. I used to have this dog actually, a Saint Bernard, she'd drool on everything and clobber me mid-conversation and it never ended well."

Apparently teaching with only a yippy dog at his feet made Jeff talky.

"So I think it's important we all learn how to deal with dogs in a social context, because you might think that trying to chat up a woman with a puppy on you is a really good idea, but it's not realistic, is it? I mean, I've tried-- well, okay, I told someone I had a dog because I got nervous about her dog and then she wouldn't stop asking after the dog which made me even more nervous. And that tends to lead to stupid lies. No good can come from lying about dogs, all right? It's a recipe for disaster is what it is."

He stepped aside, pulling on a curtain. On one end of the Danger Shop was a large kennel with a variety of puppies. On the other side was... the inside of a coffee shop.

"What I want you all to do is get a puppy," he said, "and attempt to chat each other up while you have the puppies on you. Or just chat, that can be disastrous in and of itself."

There was a long pause.

Jamuahua yipped.

"...that's it."

Ethics [Thursday, February 9, 2012, 1st perioid]

[sith_happened]

Today the students would find themselves in the Danger Shop instead of the usual classroom: this time in a setting up to look like a house, with comfortable sofas and chairs to sit on in the living room and fully stocked kitchen behind it, and a trap door leading to the basement hiding under the rug.

...didn't everyone have that in their house?

When class began, Anakin came in through the door. "Today we talk about lying. Kant believed that any lie, no matter how small, was a violation of one's dignity. I, personally, am beginning to think that Kant came from a magical bubble land where he'd spent his life swaddled in cotton candy, but some of you might believe he has a point."

Anakin certainly didn't think so, though.

"Jim and Grabrielle assuming they are there are holding two lists: If you are on Jim's list, this is your house and one of the students on Gabriells's list is hiding from the authorities in your basement. In a minute, several armed stormtroopers--think police with absolutely no sense of humor--will be coming through the door. If they find your classmate, they will take them away and kill them. You have to decide if you will lie and say you have no idea where your classmate is, while your classmate tries to persuade you not to sell them out. If you get caught lying, you'll be killed as well. If you turn them in, it's possible--but not likely--you'll receive a monetary reward."

He clapped his hands to begin. "You have three minutes until the authorities arrive."