The Elements of Friendship, Thursday, Period 3

[locointhecoco]

The students would enter the Danger Shop today to find a veritable winter wonderland. There was snow everywhere, lying in thick sheets across the land, covering tree branches and rooftops alike. There was a small, perfectly frozen pond, and a bright, cold sun, and everything was peaceful and quiet.

Of course, that wouldn't last long.

"Hey everypony! Over here!" Pinkie waved from the frozen pond, where she executed a perfect scratch spin. "Welcome to the very last day of winter!" She finished with a flourish, then skated over to the edge of the pond on all four of her skates. "Of course, technically spring doesn't start until next week, but I'm not actually sure we even had a winter in Fandom this year, so it probably evens out.

"Back in Equestria, the last day of winter is a big deal. Spring is so important in the lives of so many plants and animals that we have to make sure we clean up winter just right so spring can come on time! It's a lot of work, and in Ponyville, we don't even use any magic to get it all done, but it can be a whole lot of fun, too! We split up into three teams: the weather team, the animal team, and the plant team, so we can make sure we have everything covered. And today, you all get to do it, too!" Pinkie looked around. "Now, where did I put all those snow shovels?"

Yay! You get to clean up all this snow. Aren't you thrilled?

[ooc: The time has come to welcome spring and all things warm and green! But it's also time to say good-bye, it's winter we must clean!]

Library, Thursday [03/15]

[selfhelphero]

Billy was in an awesome mood when he got to the library, and not even finding random belongings behind the desk was going to bring him down. He tried to set everything on one of the tables, but it all ended up behind the desk again, so he just organized it all behind him, and got to work on looking up restaurants on the internet, searching for ones with places nearby for two geeks to go after their meal. He didn't think he needed to impress Topher, but he still wanted to anyway.

[The OCD has gone into hiding!]

Ethics [Thursday, March 15, 2012, 1st period]

[sith_happened]

Anakin was running late for class today and it annoyed him. It annoyed him even more that his Jedi robe had managed to completely disappear somewhere between his car and his office. If you were running late and your robe was swirling out dramatically when you entered the room, at least you'd looked cool.

Stupid everything.

"I hope your week with the droid baby or babies was productive and eye opening," he said, looking around to see if Gabrielle had returned from her trip yet. "I have copies of your creepy, creepy family portraits here if you'd like mementos of your assignment."

Not that he expected many of them would. Because creepy.

"Today I would like to have a discussion about what you learned. Did you find yourself repeating any of the parenting phrases or techniques your own mother and father, or caretaker, or cuddly but highly armed droid used on you when you were young or did you choose to go in a completely different direction to address problems in your own childhood?"

He smiled. "And after that you can take a nap. I'm sure you've fallen behind on sleep."

Superheroing 101, Thursday, Period 4

[electrocynic]

The class met in the Danger Shop again. It couldn't be helped, it served Electroclash's lazy tendencies so well: why would you ever hold class anywhere else when you could use your psionic-verbal powers to make the room do all your preparations for you? Mind you, it looked like a regular classroom for the moment. Electroclash stood at the front, arms loosely folded over her chest. "Right, kids," she began, "today we're gonna cover yet another superhero problem. |Room, show nerds.|"

Two twentysomething guys popped into existence beside her. They looked like your basic comics geeks – no, really, one of them was actually holding a LadyTrouble comic book. First issue, even. (There hadn't been any others.) That one was gazing at Electroclash adoringly, while the other looked a little more surly.

She jabbed a thumb in their direction. "These are power fans. And they are the creepiest, most annoying fuckers you're ever going to meet." Well, except for maybe some of the more smug superheroes. "But they're also where a lot of your money comes from. They're the ones who'll buy your comic books to bring some joy into their sad little lives ––" The surly simulation bloke glared at her for that. "–– and sometimes you can make a little bit of quick cash by visiting their meetings, which is generally not worth the trouble, and also is not at all akin to prostitution, before any of you try insinuating that."

Someone might have had that insinuated at her previously, yeah.

"So, the SPA thinks you should be nice to fans, or some ridiculous bullshit like that. So that's what we're learning about today."

As if on cue, the more eager-looking fan raised his hand. Electroclash rolled her eyes and nodded at him. "I loved LadyTrouble's catch phrase!" he enthused. "I used to write it all over my school books! 'Honesty, Integrity, Virtue'! Who came up with that?"

Electroclash put on her most patient-looking expression. It wasn't all that patient. "That was She-Force." Eyeroll. Witness the lack of patience. "She didn't realize the thing with the initials."

The fan looked confused. The other one, the surly one cleared his throat. "Electroclash, isn't it true you're only ever featured in the skirmishes section of the New Powers Express these days?" he asked, looking at bit pleased with himself for the question.

And Electroclash reacted as she would to the real thing. "Fuck off, creep." A beat. "You're supposed to do better than me, kids. Now, pair up. One of you is a fan, the other a hero, and then you switch. The fan asks really personal questions or belittles your achievements because you're not their favourite, and the hero's job is to deal with it without punching the fan in the face." Not that she'd ever done that. "Got it, kidlets? Go."

[OCD up!]

Life of the Sea, Thursday, Period 2

[takesaftermom.livejournal.com]

Students would find an handwaved e-mail sent out earlier in the day from Summer and if they happened to miss that, there was a note attached to classroom stating:

Class is cancelled due to a family emergency.

[OOC: I had every intention of posting a class but the boyfriend just went to the hospital, so I'm a bit of a nervous wreck.]