Fandom Trail [Thursday, Fourth Period]

[thefearwasreal]

Today Oz's class would find them situated on a wide, grassy, open plain. Of course the grass was purple, but who was quibbling over little details like that, especially when looking at the wagons they'd noticed that something very important was missing, namely the oxen.

"Good afternoon, kids," Oz greeted them, coiling rope into loops as he spoke. "During the night your oxen ran away, turns out someone didn't secure them properly, but who's to blame isn't important right now, what's important is that even if you abandon the wagon and go on foot, you won't be able to carry enough supplies be able to reach the next settlement before you die of starvation." Now there was a cheery thought. "So you're going to need to find some way to get this wagon moving again. The good news is this plain happens to be home to just the animal you need."

It was then that something ran past the wagon. Something silvery. Something with a rainbow mane. Something with a horn.

"Bad news is you're going to have to catch them first." Oz tossed the coiled rope to the nearest student. "Good luck with that."

Steven Spielberg Presents: History!, Monday, Period 4

[yakkoyaks.livejournal.com]

When the students walked into the classroom, they would see Yakko standing on his desk and shaking his head disapprovingly.

Shortly after the bell rang, he spoke briefly. "Today we're going to focus more on your personal history. Now think about what you've done and be appropriately ashamed. Do it. Dooooo iiiiiiiiit. Dooooooooooooooo iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit."

And then he kept repeating 'Do it' with increasingly extended vowels. For the whole class period. Hopefully you did it.

Decision Making Skills, Friday, Period 4

[screwyoumarvel]

"I found an exercise recently I thought would be a good topic for our class today," Steve said, handing out photocopies of the exercise in question. "Those of you who are unfamiliar with who Hitler is may ask your classmates, or me. Now. Discuss."

Introduction to Robotics, Friday

[not_a_whiner]

Today was gonna be...

...Today was gonna be interesting. Sure, the Alliance was making it pretty clear they didn't want Kaidan talking about the Reapers, and he was... well, he wasn't happy with that. But right now there was little he could do about it. On the other hand? He was also the only Systems Alliance representative on the island.

And people did need to be told. Maybe even moreso here, when they still had a couple of centuries to prepare, if anything.

"I'm going to show you a movie today," he started. "Next week you'll get to finish and show-off your drones, but this week... we're looking a little deeper into synthetic lifeforms where I'm from. This is a short documentary covering everything we know about the geth and the recent geth war. Afterwards... we're going to talk for a bit."

He'd picked this movie for a reason-- after the initial discussions about the geth and what they were, it was going into the war with Saren, which meant it was going to talk about Sovereign. Which was important.

It also meant Kaidan was forced to listen as the narrator talked about Shepard in the present tense, like he wasn't-- gone. By the end of it, he was rubbing at his arm, feeling like something was missing-- something he hadn't felt this strong, this powerfully, for... at least a couple of weeks now.

He coughed.

"Okay," he said, once it was done. "So, I'm not supposed to be talking to you about this - my superiors would rather I don't, anyway. They just don't happen to be your superiors. But I want to talk about it. You see this ship here?" He rewound the tape until they got to that giant, disturbing image of Sovereign approaching the Citadel. "Sovereign? Yeah, we found out it's not just a ship. It was actually one big synthetic lifeform... and it wasn't too happy about the idea of any of us living past the day."

He sat back. "We've been talking a lot about making these things like it's... like it's something we've invented, like we were the first people to do it. We're not. This thing was living proof that synthetics existed well before humanity did. Not only that, but there might be synthetics out there that can reprogram organic people like ourselves the same way we can reprogram them."

He rubbed at his forehead. "And I don't know if your galaxy is going to wind up anything like my own," he said, "but just take it from me, this is worth looking into. This is worth studying. This is worth discovering. Go out and figure out how things work, and how they used to work, and, hell, how we can make them work in a way that's friendly instead of hostile, because one of these days it might be our lives on the line and we'll be caught with our pants down."

His eyes darted briefly to Victor, but he didn't say anything.

"Okay," he said instead. "That's it. You can stick around and work on your drone or get out of here."