Model United Nations, Wednesday, period 1

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The classroom didn't look like anything really special yet. The chairs were all arranged around in a wide circle, so that everypony could face everypony else, and each desk had a nice little blank name-plate and empty flag holder, all ready for the students to come and fill with their hopes, dreams, names, and knowledge of whatever country they've chosen to represent. Pinkie's desk already had "Pinkie Pie: Equestria" written on the name plate, and a tiny little Equestrian flag flying proudly. She waited patiently -- well, as patient as a manic pink party pony can be anyway, which isn't very -- while the students shuffled in and took their seats.

"Welcome, everypony to Model United Nations, the class all about working together to support each other and to solve the problems of the multiverse! We're going to get started with an easy problem for you, today: we can't start solving the multiverse's problems through teamwork and friendship until we know who everypony is! As the representative of Equestria and the official Grand Poo-Bah of this Model United Nations --" Shut up, the facilitator was TOTALLY the Grand Poo-Bah, "-- I would like to propose that we solve this problem by introducing ourselves and picking which country, nation, or otherwise independently governed geographical or metaphysical region we're representing! All those in favor, say 'yippeee!'"

You'd best yippeee, or this Grand Poo-Bah was going to make an executive order and make you all follow her suggestion, anyway. In the spirit of teamwork and friendship, of course.

"Oooo, and then we can all make flags. I brought crayons and glitter!"

Hopes, dreams, names, knowledge of whatever country they'd chosen to represent, and glitter. These were the foundations of multiverse peace.

Sword & Shield: Tactics, Period 3 - Wednesday

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Class had been handwavily asked to meet in the Danger Shop for their first session together. So you just had to know this was going to be an interesting introduction, no?

"Welcome, I am Ser Jaime Lannister," Jaime said, dressed in the fine armor of the Kingsguard because, well, it was a first impression. For some. "And this is Captain Rogers. We will be instructing you in the finer points of battle tactics in this class."

Or ignoring you a lot. Sorry, Stannis and Dany.

“You don’t have to call me Captain,” Steve assured them. “Mr. Rogers is fine. We don’t expect all of you to have previous experience in this area, but here’s what we do expect of you: You will arrive on time and ready to pay attention and learn. You will be respectful to us and to your classmates. You will treat this class seriously, because it could save your life.”

Jaime looked suitably impressed by the rules. Possibly because his would have been more along the lines of: don't kill each other with the force of your inability to follow orders.

"Today will be--paintball. Since a melee was frowned upon by the administration here." Pff. Melees were the best.

They didn’t want to injure the students on the first day, Jaime. “You’ve been divided into two teams. You have a few minutes to gear up and meet with your team. Your first task will be to decide who’s in charge.”

"From there, you will need to work together to defeat your opponents," Jaime added. "Following is just as important as leading in a battle. We would like to see just who is capable."

Library, Wednesday All day

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It had really happened. Really, really, really. She'd gotten a job at the library, just as she'd wanted. For one, it had been difficult for Sholeh to pay attention in class because of how excited she was to start working.

She paused in the doorway, taking in the sight of the library that was not her responsibility, and grinned in wonderment. Acres and acres and it's all mine, she thought, remembering the punchline of a naughty joke she wasn't supposed to know.

=You're not getting any work done in the middle of the doorway.= Zeela sounded amused.

*And there's already work to be done,* Zhahar added. *Look at the counter.*

Sholeh did as she was told and gasped. A whole slew of books were already waiting for her on the circulation desk. Except, rather than being strewn about randomly or laying in haphazard piles, they were all arranged to say, Welcome!

It was a good day to be a library aide.