Steven Spielberg Presents: History!, Monday, Period 4

[yakkoyaks.livejournal.com]

"Hello, class," Yakko said, with an almost alarming sense of calm and control. "Today, I'll be talking about a figure who goes down as one of the greatest human monsters history has ever known. A person whose name is synonymous with evil and - more importantly for this class period - a specific kind of facial hair."

( Cut for Hitler. Specifically, Hitler's mustache. I don't get into the actual Hitlery bits of Hitler other than the 'stache. )

[OOC: I forgot about class until I was almost asleep and won't have time to post in the morning. So... apparently this is what happens.]

Diversity and You, Class #6, Period #2, June 11th

[boobs-and-evil.livejournal.com]

Today, the succubus teaching class was dressed for a day at the beach: bikini top, sarong bottom, flip-flops, and sunglasses perched on top of her head.

No, you were not meeting at the Danger Shop. Or the beach. Just the classroom. Some of you weren't cool enough to come along. And by "some" she meant "all."

( Demons are Awesome: A Highly Impartial Lecture )

Library, Monday

[faithandscience.livejournal.com]

William wasn't precisely falling asleep on the job today, but anyone coming in to the library would certainly notice that he looked a bit more... rumpled, than usual. To put it nicely.

He was possibly somewhat distracted, though, as evidenced by the fact that alternate history fiction kept getting shelved in with the actual history.

Eventually, after the fifth time catching himself doing just that, he sighed and headed back to the circulation desk to brew himself a nice strong pot of tea.

Relationship Ed, Monday

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

"Hello," said Jeff.

Yes, Jeff. We'd been through this weeks ago.

"Er, okay, so today we're going to have more of a practical exercise," he began. "Normally, when you get... intimate... everything goes a bit smoothly. I mean, you may fall off the bed or swallow a pair of knickers, but nothing really terrible happens."

Jeff might have had some experience with these issues.

"But sometimes something goes so spectacularly wrong that you have to make a run for it," he said. "I mean, don't run away, obviously, but run off and... find a fix." Beat. "Something to fix things. Sorry, that came out wrong, I wasn't trying to make you do drugs or anything like that."

Yes.

"So, the first thing you'll do is come up with an excuse to leave the room in the middle of... activities," he said. "Then you'll run into town and you'll have twenty minutes to get one of each of these items." He held up a list. "Laxative," he began. "Duct tape. WD-40. A toothpick." Pause. "And of course a cupcake or wine or something just in case she-- or he-- is a bit cross 'cause you just ran off for twenty minutes."

He dropped the list. "You're allowed to work together," he said solemnly, "But remember, when it comes right down to it, this terrible mile will be a lonely one."

Philosophy of Choice, Monday, Period One

[not_in_the_book]

Today's class was in the Danger Shop, set up to look remarkably familiar to Ronan, but likely not at all to anyone else.

Welcome, everyone, to the oldest, best known, and most active worldgating facility in our part of the galaxy.

Welcome to the Crossings. Don't worry, the floating ceilings aren't about to fall on you.

"A few years ago," Ronan began, forgoing a preamble, "two of my best friends were trapped here while trying to get back to Earth when mercenaries hired to stop them began firing upon them." He snapped his hands and the light, airy Crossings architecture went dark, scorched, empty -- signs of battle all around. Blaster fire shot past the class (at a wide margin, thankfully) around a large block of probably-stone that was granting them cover. "Now, these friends, like me, are wizards. We're sworn to save life, to guard it, not to take it. But these mercenaries had no qualms shooting to kill, and they threatened not only my friends' lives, but the entire Crossings -- and, if they stopped my friends from completing their mission, potentially the entire universe. So what's a wizard to do?"

Ronan pointed across the hallway where, behind another block of possibly-stone, a young, red-haired girl -- no older than fourteen, and so younger than most if not all of the students in the class -- held a long, glowing... something in the vague shape of a gun. After a moment's concentration, she held up one hand and the blaster fire began to splatter against an invisible wall, highlighting its shape as she stood up and faced the aliens. "In Life's name, and for Its sake," she called out, "I advise you that I am here on the business of the Powers that Be! Your actions toward me, and through me, toward Them, will determine the continuance or revocation of your present status. Be warned by me, and desist!"

Snorting a bit, Ronan said, "It didn't work, of course." In fact, the blaster fire aimed at the girl seemed to have increased in frequency, not the opposite, and she had begun taking careful aim with her gun-like-glowing-thing and firing bolts of light at the mercenaries. "But this is the choice she made: give them a chance to stand down, before firing back -- do harm instead of healing."

Another snap -- Ronan did have a flair for the dramatic -- and a crate appeared beside him. Opening it up, he revealed a set of blasters, mostly of the pistol variety but with a few longer, shotgun-like ones as well. "So what do you do?" he asked. "Do you fight back? Try to find a way around? Your goal is the transit pad at the other end of the hallway. There's a screen on your blaster that highlights the goal."

[Wait for OCD is up!]

Photography- Tuesday- 3rd period- Class #6

[fates_jaye]

"So, who doesn't want to be here?" Jaye began class, and continued before anyone could even reply or raise their hands. "Yeah, me either, but too bad, because this might be the easiest class you have so suck it up.

"Last week you were supposed to take pictures of something your roommate owns. You're going to get to show those off, and then for next week... Umm. I don't know, take pictures of something that reminds you of summer. That sounds good, right?" The best thing about this class in Jaye's mind was that she didn't have to prepare at all. At all. "Let's get to that."