The Art of Disguise, Wednesday [5/9]

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"Disguise is not some ridiculous wig that will render you all but invisible to your closest of friends," Holmes began, slouching low in his seat behind the desk. As someone spent far too much time investigating this 'internet' that young Mr. Murdoch had been so kind as to show him. "It is a tool to be augmented by both performance and basic, common sense."

He tapped his fingers on the arms of the chair in a jittery little beat. "What you plan to do with such information will be of great interest to me. As every tool may be missused by an imbecile."

Oh, Holmes. You're such a sweetheart.

"But first, we will discuss recognition. How it is that people truly see you, what defines you on a purely physical level." He popped up, out of the chair like a shot from a gun, writing on the board with chalk in sweeping cursive what he spoke. "If one were to describe you to a friend who had never met or seen a picture of you, what would they say? Are you tall or short? Slim or fat? What is the color of your skin? Your hair? Do you have any particular features that set you apart from the average person on the street? What is it that allows someone who knows you well to pluck you out of a large crowd who may share some of these characteristics?"

He tapped the chalk on his thumb, looking at the board rather than the students for now. "In order to disguise yourself, we must first know what it is that needs to be hidden. Not a terribly complex idea," Holmes said, finally spinning to see the class. "If you wish, you may find a partner to assist you in creating this list. Hopefully they will not attempt to soften any blows to your ego on the matter of your looks."

Surf's Up, Wednesday, Period 2

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When the students entered the Danger Shop, they'd find themselves surrounded by a white sandy beach and a calm surf. There were surfboards of varying sizes propped up in the front of the room, where Summer happened to be standing.

"Welcome to Surf's Up," she began, once everyone had arrived. "I'm your teacher, Summer Pitt. You can call me Summer or Miss Pitt, if you prefer. I'm good with either one," she added, smiling.

"Since today's the first class, I thought we could start with introductions and what experience, if any, you've had with surfing. Then we'll pair you up with the right size board in preparation for next week's class and hit the water. If there's anything you'd like to know about the sport, feel free to ask me. We're here to learn how to surf, a little bit about the history of the sport and most of all, to have fun. It is summer, after all."

Summer smiled. "Also, Elle Bishop is going to be my TA for this class. Should I find myself unable to conduct class, she'll take over for me, that way we don't miss out on any exciting lessons or excursions."

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Heroics, Fame, and You, Wednesday, Period 4

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For once, Electroclash looked to be in an okay enough mood as her mostly-new batch of students filed in. Or, at least she wasn't actively scowling at them. You had to take what you got with her, okay?

"Alright, kidlets," she drawled once it looked like everyone who was about show up had done just that. "As some of you know ––" Possibly all, if they knew how to read their class timetables. "–– I'm Electroclash, and this is Heroics, Fame, and You." She barely kept herself from rolling her eyes at the class title, and picked up some stuff off the table. "Basically, I'm supposed to tell you how you can get your face on stuff like this." She held up a comic book and a stack of what appeared to be trading cards. "Or how not to make a complete arse of yourself in the promotional photo shoot for your first cereal advert campaign, and all that stuff. But we'll get to that starting next week."

Because bah, like she'd prepared an actual class for the first week? Please.

"Today is introductions, and if you couldn't see that one coming I am sincerely wondering how you even made it through the door today. I want you to tell me your name and your power. If you don't have a power, tell me something else that's special about you." No reason. Like, say, fodder for their new capenames. "Or if you were in my last class, just tell me something amusing about yourself. We have a whole class's worth of time to kill here, kids. Let's get to it."

"Oh, yeah, one more thing," she added, glancing at the paper on her desk, "says here I'm supposed to have a grad assistant called... Rinoa? So yeah, that's one TA. And Flying Sycophant ––" Sorry, Billy. "–– you get the other spot. Now, introductions."

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