Survival Skills [Tuesday, Period 4]

[doubleohblonde]

Bond had his class meet him in the Danger Shop again this week, which was set up as a computer lab. If they were wondering why they weren't having class in an actual computer lab, the fact the computers were rather ...beige might have been a clue.

"Good afternoon class," Bond greeted them. "You might be wondering what computers have to do with survival skills, but there are certain useful skills you can help develop by playing video games. I'm hardly talking the murder-simulator nonsense certain groups like to harp on about, but you can improve your reactions and hand-eye coordination, as well as certain kinds of situational awareness or modes of thinking, depending on the game in question."

"So let's begin."

Bond turned on the computers and the glorious sound of Ad Lib and SoundBlaster filled the air.

[ooc: wait for ocd up]

[Class Roster|Class Rules]

Kicking Ass, Teamwork-Style, etc. (Wednesday, Period 3/Week 3)

[brat_inslayage]

The Danger Shop was set up to look like a park today... if the park had been designed by someone with a really strange sense of fun. For one, halfway between the playground-- which was where the students would find themselves upon arriving-- and the picnic area stood a small but twisty maze of shrubbery. Just past the maze was a very large (but shallow) patch of muddy ground, and on the far side of the picnic area stood a tall, smooth-barked tree. Anyone listening closely, or who happened to have enhanced hearing, might be able to pick up on faint but plaintive mewing from up in the branches.

"So what are you gonna do when you have a thing come up unexpectedly, and you have to solve it with a quickness?" Kennedy began conversationally. "No time for research or making plans, and maybe you're in over your head because this is something you've never had to deal with before? In a group, that is. By yourself is different. I mean, the thinking on your feet is the same, but there's a whole thing about communicating and being on the same page as other people that makes things tricky."

She turned around and waved a hand at the setup in front of them. "So here's your sitch. You have a big important party to get to in an hour. Real fancy, black tie, missing it is not an option, oh, and you're already dressed up and on your way there. Except there's one problem. That cat stuck in the tree? Supposed to be a present for the guest of honor. You're gonna need to get it out of there... and you need to go through all of this to do it. Could get messy if you're not careful. Good luck with that."

Inspired by something she'd had to do last week? Maybe, yeah.

She paused as if remembering something, then added, "And watch out for the random clay guys lurking in the maze. They're not very friendly."

[[ocd up, up and away...]]

Surf's Up, Wednesday, Period 2

[takesaftermom.livejournal.com]

The students would find themselves on a desert island, surrounded by a clear blue ocean, the surf mild. Summer was already in the water, sitting on her board.

"I thought today, we could just spend the period practicing techniques and just getting used to using your boards in the water. If you want to learn something more or have any questions, I'll be happy to answer them for you."

[OCD is up.]

Art of Disguise, Wednesday, Period One

[faithandscience.livejournal.com]

As everyone came into class today they would notice two things: one, that on every desk there was a single, face-down index card, and two, the Victorian-era detective at the front of the classroom today was not the usual one. Technically, he wasn't actually a detective, but rather an aspiring one. But whatever.

"Mr. Holmes is, at the moment, indisposed," William informed the class. 'Indisposed' was really just a nice way of saying 'distracted by some experiment and completely forgot he had a class to teach'. But that's why he had a TA! "And so it falls to me to teach today's lesson. Which is on stereotypes." He cleared his throat and tugged a bit on the hem of his jacket before continuing. "A stereotype is a standardized and simplified conception of people based on prior assumptions. It differs from a prejudice in that a prejudice is a feeling regarding a person or persons. The difference is reflected in the etymology - the Greek stereos, or firm, and typos, or impression, and the Latin pre, or before, and judicium, judgement. So the former is a firm impression, the other a pre-judgement."

"Stereotypes exist for a reason, and having an understanding of those stereotypes can help us blend in when we find ourselves in situations where people of that particular group may be present. Upon your desks you will find a card, and if you flip over that card, you will find that you have been assigned a role. Your task is to use the totally moddable costume rack at the back of the room to craft an appropriate representation of what you perceive to be a stereotype regarding your assigned role." He paused, considering. "I realize many of these are somewhat specific to a current-era Earth context. If you require assistance, I am of course happy to provide an explanation, and you are welcome to help each other out as well."

[ooc: ocd-acomin all done! posted for the drowning-in-work onemoreproblem.]

Heroics, Fame, and You, Wednesday, Period 4

[electrocynic]

Today, the class was meeting in the Danger Shop, which had been preprogrammed so that it was already something other than just a room by the time the students filed in. It looked a lot like a street in contemporary London, in fact.

So why was their uniform-clad instructor looking even pissier than usual? Probably because the simulated passers-by were giving her odd looks and not-so-discretely pointing at her costume, occasionally whispering amonst themselves, and snickering.

"Right, today we were supposed to do a simulation where you do a heroic act on the street, and then try to generate as much good press as you can from it afterwards," Electroclash drawled. "But since the fucking machine in this room refused to cooperate ––" Or maybe she'd spilled coffee on something, causing it to go on the fritz until it'd dry. They'd never know! "–– you're just gonna have to walk around a quote unquote normal, capeless London."

Which explained the sims' attitude towards her costume. You could practically hear her rolling her eyes.

"Well, get to it, then."

[OCD up!]