Kicking Ass, Teamwork Style (Wednesday, Period 2, Week 1)

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Like it had been for the first class of last session, the Danger Shop was programmed as a backyard strewn with training dummies and a makeshift archery range. (It had been a nice backyard. She kind of missed it.) Students entering the room would find themselves stepping through the doorway onto the back porch; Kennedy, pacing back and forth in the grass near the archery target, gestured for everyone to step out onto the lawn.

"Anyone here because the office messed up their schedule?" she began without preamble, pausing a moment to count hands if the answer was yes. "It happens. You'll be fine. No previous experience necessary here."

She picked up an arrow from a quiver on the bench, turned it over in her fingers a couple of times, and then whirled with superhuman speed to throw the arrow and come around the full 360 degrees to face the students again.

The arrow was embedded in the target up to the fletching. Sorry, kids. Kennedy was not feeling particularly modest today.

"So welcome to your workshop on Kicking Ass, Teamwork Style," she said with a self-satisfied little smirk. "Should be self-explanatory. I'm Kennedy, class of 2011, and I'm a Vampire Slayer. Which, also, self-explanatory. Like I said, no previous experience required here, 'cause half the point of this thing is, when it really comes down to it, and you have to save the world or handle a Fandom-type crisis or just bail a friend out? You can totally do it."

She shrugged. "Maybe not by yourself. Which is where the teamwork thing comes in. Obviously. I was part of a group of people who mostly never even met each other before, and we all got thrown together, sorta, when some big nasty evil came out of hibernation. Me, I was totally ready to fight, 'cause hi, trained for it my whole life, but a lot of the others? Not so much. Hell, some of 'em had no clue what they got into, but there wasn't exactly a choice. So we had to learn. Which I like to think worked, given my world didn't end." That time. It kept trying to, though.

Kennedy crossed her arms and leaned against the hay bale stacks that made up the archery target. "So, your turn. Give me an idea what kind of team we're gonna be working with for the next few weeks. Powers or skills if you've got 'em, one or two things you think you're good at, something you might wanna cover in this class. Oh," she added, "and names, duh. Do that and you guys can call it a day."

For Hire, 4th Period - Wednesday

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It had crossed Samus’s mind to wear the Zero Suit, but the Power Suit just felt more professional and it would have been a little too matchy-matchy with Deadpool’s cute little get-up.

“Welcome to For Hire,” she said. “We assume you’re here because you’re interested in mercenary work. If you’re here for other kind of work for hire, well...stick around. You could have some interesting things to add to the conversation.”

It could be fun!

"What the lady said, folks! It's a holiday for some of you who are American, but neither of us are so you can suck it." That was polite, Deadpool. Super polite. "Since both of us are professionals who can get a job any time we like, so don't you listen to a word the mayor says because he's a lying liar who lies with that glowy eye of his... what was I talking about?"

Few people know.

"Anyway, we wanna see what you kids bring to the table. Introduce yourselves like you're trying to get a job. Name--real or one you wanna use as a codename--and what you bring to the table. Think of this as a verbal resume."

Espionage & Infliltration, or, How to Play the Spy Game & Win (Weds, Period 4)

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Dōjima was standing right at the front of the room when the class arrived, dressed in cute, bright clothes, and slurping on her iced mocha.

"Ohaiyo!" she sang as everyone grabbed a seat. "I am Dōjima Yurika, and this is Spy Games! Hopefully you're here because you want to be, and not because the office screwed with your paperwork. Trust me, I graduated from here a few years ago, I know how it goes."

"And I'm here to teach you how to stay alive and win in the game of espionage. I was recruited into SOLOMON - which is a powerful organization in my word - by their head of intel as a secret agent when I was about fourteen. I then spent my time in deep cover training until I graduated from Fandom High, making sure I was suited for the mission he had in mind. I then infiltrated a supernatural police force, subverted a number of the members, and eventually brought down a corrupt official that was performing illegal human experimentation. Of course, I managed to do it in a very loud manner, which has made me ineffective as a double-agent anywhere in Japan, at least, so I am currently on leave while I wait for my reassignment."

"It meant lying to my friends, my boyfriend, my teachers, and the damn squirrels. To my family. To everyone around me, and keeping my lies straight while I hid my goals and worked towards them ruthlessly. This isn't a glamourous job, and it's got long hours and can be very thankless. But it's worth it."

"So let's here why you're here and what you want to learn. Starting with...you."

Summer Games of Harmony, Wednesday, period 1

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The class met on the beach, where Pinkie waited, wearing a large, festive sun hat.

"Hello, everypony!" she called. "Welcome to Summer Games of Harmony, the class where we'll see which of you is the very best at a whole bunch of fun games and competitions! On Earth, they're soon going to have something called an Olympics, where all kinds of folks from all different countries come together and play lots and lots of games, and that sounded like a great idea for a class to me, so here we are!

"But first, we need to know what countries you want to represent! They can be any kind of country you want, the one you actually come from, or a new one you make up entirely! So everyone go around and tell us your name, and pick a country that you're going to represent for class, and then we'll get started!"

Once introductions were done, she went on.

"Today, we're going to play our first game. Since it's kinda hot out, I thought it'd be a great idea to play in the water. So everypony get on this starting line," she drew a line in the sand using her hoof, "facing the water, then when I yell 'go', you'll all run to the water and jump in. Whoever jumps the farthest will win!"

Pinkie stomped her front hooves in an approximation of a drumroll, then yelled "GOOOOOOOOOOO!" at the tops of her lungs.

[ooc: OCD is up. I totally didn't forget it was Wednesday. . . .}