Summer Games of Harmony, Wednesday, period 1

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Pinkie had the class meeting in the Danger Shop again for their final event. The whole place was set up like a massive sporting arena, including a professional grade running track, a full sized sports field arranged with various types of mats and equipment from hurdles to long jump pits to two above ground backyard swimming pools, one with a diving board, one with a raft (both with shark fins circling merrily about). It was clearly set up for some sort of decathlon -- except for the extension cords trailing about every which way.

But, well, there had to be SOMEWHERE to plug in all the irons.

"Welcome to our very last class of the summer!" Pinkie greeted. It was her very last class of the summer, anyway, and that was all that counted, right? "Today, we're going to play the ultimate in amazingly cool sports: EXTREME IRONING!"

No, you weren't imagining things, that really was a spontaneous echo effect on "EXTREME IRONING". It can't be helped. Go ahead, try saying it casually. You'll see.

"So everypony grab an ironing board, an iron, and a couple of wrinkly shirts, and let's. Get. EXTREME!"

Rainbow Dash would be so proud.

[ooc: I have been planning this for at least two weeks, yes.]

Kicking Ass, Teamwork Style {Wednesday, Period 2, Week 7)

[brat_inslayage]

Today's small, dimly-lit entry cavern, branching off into a small maze of tunnels from which the occasional growl or scratching noise or sound that might have been a shriek, was brought to you by the Danger Shop programming. When the students arrived they'd find Kennedy leaning carelessly against the wall with her arms crossed, one booted foot atop the prone figure of a bipedal reptilian creature. In case you were wondering whether sewer alligators really existed.

"So here's the deal," she said when class started. "I could talk at you all I wanted about what to do in theory, but lectures are overrated and it's what you end up doing when something big comes down for real that's gonna count. So this is the sitch: you find your way out of here, or keep everyone in one piece until the end of class, but the key is you stick together. No letting your classmates get lost or fall into a hole or get dragged off by the lizard-man things wandering around in here. Doesn't matter if you can't stand each other. Watch each other's backs, get everyone out. How you do that's gonna be up to you."

Kennedy half smiled, well aware that she was taking a cue from Buffy with the next thing she had to say. "You've got instincts. Trust them. That's maybe more important than anything I could try to drill into you." She snapped her fingers and pointed toward the mouth of the tunnel. "Go do that thing now."

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

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"Ohaiyo!" Dojima hollered as the students assembled. "Hopefully Reno didn't traumatize you too much last week, ne? Don't worry, he's odd, but he's not contagious. Usually."

"Unless there's tequila involved, and really, you don't need to know that story."

"Thing of it is, those of us who do some of the dirtier work, we're often hired because we blend well or because we're memorable in ways that people don't associate with 'danger, danger Will Robinson.' Because we can be friendly and easy-going, and half the work of intelligence is getting people to trust you. The other half is generally shooting them or blowing something up. The point being, forget the movies. Spies did not have hearts of gold, and the vast majority of us do not have a problem resorting to violent means if you don't leave us any other avenue."

"What I'm trying to say is that it's not glamorous. It's hard. You get no sleep, you will not see your loved ones, and sometimes you will disappear off the radar with no warning for weeks at a time, making your boyfriend nuts and leaving him to feed your cat. Your superiors want the impossible, your minions fuck things up every chance they get, no one can be trusted, and even when chasing data sometimes you have to shoot. I've killed in the course of my tenure at SOLOMON, I've ordered other people to take the shot, and I don't regret a single bullet."

"So you have two options today." Dojima waved a hand, and the Danger Shop changed to the gun range, complete with Triela-chan's original rules poster. "You can either do basic firearms safety and work on your shot, and/or you can talk about your preconceptions of intelligence gathering, and ask me any other questions you may have."

"Have at it."

Study Hall: Wednesday

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For whatever reason, the Study Hall decided that the world needed more socks today. So therefore: socks in study hall.

Mounds of them.

Jamie was standing in front of one particular mound with a thoughtful look on his face.

If you feel scared, you should be.

[No OCD]