Library, Friday [05/18]

[selfhelphero]

The great thing about working in the library was that Billy could look at whatever books he wanted, and not feel weird about just wandering through the shelves looking for something interesting. Today, he had an introductory book on sign language, just for fun and to see if he could learn anything in a day. So far, he was getting the alphabet down pretty well.

Art Therapy! [Friday, P2]

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The art room was set out a little more normally than last week. No coffee this time, because it really didn’t go very well with practical art. You could not imagine the number of times Angela had almost drunk dirty paint water.

Not that anyone would find that a problem today. In this case, it would be dirty clay water, which was almost as bad.

“Today, we are experimenting with pottery,” Angela announced. “Which I think you’ll love. I hope you all paid attention to the sign up note about wearing clothes that can get dirty.” Clay dust got everywhere.

“The preparation is almost the best part of this, and the most therapeutic, because it basically amounts to hitting some clay”, and Angela launched into an explanation of some different varieties of kneading and exactly why she thought this was remotely relevant to art therapy. “Once you’re happy with your air bubble-less clay, and you’ve taken any bad feelings out on the stuff, you can get to making something. I don’t mind what, just relax, let your mind wander, and whatever flows, flows. Later you can pair up and talk about what you’ve made.” Or whatever else, because like anyone would stick on topic

“I’ll get it all fired by next week and you can keep it.” If it turned out respectably and people wanted their stuff. “Remember to put a hole in the bottom if it’s not a pot, or it could explode and that’s never pretty.” Never.

“Okay, collect some clay and a tub of tools and get kneading.”

Life at Court, Friday, 5/18

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It was not Tyrion at the front of the class today, but two wolves and an assassin.

Weren't they lucky students?

"The Professor," Firekeeper said, "have been stuck elsewhere. So today, you get us."

"No matter the world, or the court," Surreal supplied, "One thing will always remain constant: at some point, you will be expected to dance."

"She speak truth," Firekeeper said with a nod. "So today, we are going to teach you a simple spring festival dance." ...For varying definitions of ‘simple’, of course. "Outside."

"Which means, of course, out of your seats," Surreal prodded, starting to usher people towards the door. "Layabouts."

It was how she showed affection. Really.

Once they were outside, the students would see a large, thin tree that the girls had co-opted into their temporary maypole, having tied long ribbons on to a wreath which Surreal had placed up at its crown.

"It is spring," Firekeeper announced. "And in one of the kingdoms of my world, this mean it is time for the Rabbit Moon dance. Lucky for you, is very close in form to a dance from this world called ‘Maypole’. So, we shall do that." She picked up a ribbon, while Blind Seer grasped another in his jaws. And gave the class a look that just dared anyone to laugh.

"We have a similar one, in Hayll," Surreal shared, going over to poke at the little CD player. "It's not hard - the goal is to weave it around the tree. Over, under, over... until it's all tied up." Or until your classmates were.

Once the music started, Firekeeper and Blind Seer (well, mostly Firekeeper, Blind Seer’s legs weren’t exactly designed for human dances) demonstrated the appropriate dance steps as well as the technique for weaving the ribbons together. Once they were satisfied that the students understood the steps, they dropped the ribbons and gestured for the class to come take over.

[ooc: OCD up! Posted for the fabulous halfman_lion who's in internet exile atm, woe.]

Practical Philosophy, Friday

[endsthegame]

It was still nice weather out, and so Ender had decided to hold class in the exact same spot that he'd done last week. He came a little later this time, though, giving the students time to situate themselves and maybe get some talking started before he had to start talking.

( I'd like to start by talking about something Britta raised the other week. )

Conflict Management [Fouth Period]

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Today Oz's class found themselves back in their covered wagon, which now smelt of wet oxen. Probably because it was raining outside of the wagon. As each student entered, Oz pressed a slip of paper into their hand.

"Welcome back, kids," he greeted them. "In the time since our last class, you've been making good time along your journey. Or at least you started to after Laurie found the map and you realised you were headed slightly off course. Otherwise it has been quiet and without incident, though it has been raining the last few days, and since you can neither hunt trade or cook in this weather, you've been on short rations and tempers are beginning to wear thin. Now if you could just glance at the slips of paper I gave you and then eat them?"

After they'd done so, Oz continued. "This morning, when Fortunate went to give everyone their breakfast, the biscuit tin was empty. Turns out someone was snacking out of turn, and it was the person with a dot on their paper."

"So, how do you figure out who stole the cookie from the cookie jar? And what do you do about it?"

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