Survival Skills [Tuesday, Period 4]

[doubleohblonde]

Bond had a movie playing for his class this week. A completely relevant to the subject movie which was no doubt full of good advice. Somehow. Possibly.

Look, just watch and eat your popcorn.

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[Class Roster|Class Rules]

Kicking Ass, Teamwork-Style, etc. (Wednesday, Period 3/Week 4)

[brat_inslayage]

Kennedy had left emails and written notes for all the students instructing them to meet in the Danger Shop per usual-- and that they should prepare to get soaked and better not wear anything that couldn't handle water.

Why would be evident as soon as they arrived and found themselves on the pebbled bank of a broad river; a number of rafts, big enough to hold about two people each, lay on the riverbank not too far away. There were some poles on the riverbank too, but not enough for all the rafts; you could say the same for thir coils of rope. Life vests, on the other hand, were plentiful in case anyone needed one. Given the way the river was fairly calm in some spots but eddied and swirled pretty heavily in others, particularly near the clusters of rocks that broke the water's surface here and there, the vests might be a good idea, eyesearingly orange as they were.

"You know that whole saying about how there's no 'I' in team?" asked Kennedy, who was standing ankle deep in the water with her hands in her pockets. "Kind of cliche, I know, but that's gonna be your big rule to live by today. If you're gonna get things done as a group, you need to be on the same page. Maybe you're not gonna agree all the time? Hell, maybe under normal circumstances you actually can't stand each other. In which case you might just have to suck it up and deal until you get out of trouble."

Not that she'd know from experience or anything. Ahem.

"Case in point: getting from this side of the river to that side. Groups of six-- that's including Bobby and Squall here-- and two to a raft. Either your whole group makes it across, or you have to start over... and watch out for the fish. They don't bite, but they are kinda aggressive with the leaping." She waved a hand toward the rafts. "Good luck."

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Heroics, Fame, and You, Wednesday, Period 4

[electrocynic]

Electroclash was idly playing with her phone as the students filed in. If it constituted as playing that she kept saying "|phone send text|" every ten seconds or so. If it was a game, it was probably called Let's Bug Alex Until He Responds, The Miserable Git. She was yet to get a hold of him, yep. Once it looked like everyone was here (they weren't, but everyone knew how little she cared), though, she left the phone be for a while, and even got up from her chair, scooping some stuff up from the desk.

"Today, trading cards," she announced, as she handed a stack of trading cards to the nearest student, to be passed out randomly among the class. "Those are some examples from back home. Dunno how familiar you are with the basic concept, but basically the idea is to collect them because you have nothing better to do, and you like to pretend you're still too cool for stamps – which, by the way, you're usually not."

To be fair, Electroclash had never really seen the point of collecting anything, ever.

"From a hero perspective, they're part of your public image. It's a way for your face to be out there. Personally, I find it a bit shit and borderline degrading, 'cause the stats you get for your recognition factor and whatever are usually utter bollocks, but I don't make these decisions, and it makes for an easy class assignment." Fear, class. "Two weeks ago, I had you take promo photos. Since then, I've picked my favourites and had a trading card made for each and every one of you."

She picked up another stack of trading cards, and gave those out to be passed out as well.

"As you can see, they're blank except for your picture ––" Which was without fail the worst one they'd taken two weeks ago. "–– and your name ––" Which was whatever codename she had given them in the first session – in Bucky's case, Annoying Cat. "–– so the rest is up to you. Fill your cards in, and try to be honest. No one here has Excelsor's recognition factor, or the world's most fascinating fucking origin story. When you're done, you can present your card to the class. Now get to it."

She went back to harassing Alex, in the meantime.

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The Art of Disguise, Wednesday

[onemoreproblem.livejournal.com]

Today it was not William in front of the class with an incredibly detailed lecture prepared. Seriously, what was that, William?

Instead, there was Holmes. And an unlit pipe. Barbaric rules about smoking in public in this era. Simply barbaric.

"Today we discuss mannerisms," he informed the class. "Physical markers that set you apart, or will be used to make you appear to be another. For example, they way you carry yourself. What is your posture like? Do you slouch or carry yourself like a proper, stiff backed military man? Walk with a limp? All of these are easy to accomplish, but difficult to maintain without more practice than I dare say any of you willing to put in."

He placed a small stone and a wooden ruler on the table. "In a pinch, you can force your body to accomplish the goal with minor adjustments. A pebble in your boot will alter your steps and, of course, hurt quite a bit. Pain is a useful tool in disguise, I have found, though. Use it if you must. Avoid it if you can."

Said the guy who allowed himself to be tortured with a meat hook to pick pocket someone.

The ruler, on the other hand, is more restriction of movement. Strapped into place along the small of your back, it will prevent your posture from slipping without you noticing. I want you to find a classmate and think of another device you can find anywhere on hand to have similar effects on your movements."