Hiding in Plain Sight, Wednesday, Period Four

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Bond had his class meet him in the Danger Shop, which today was set up like a small, bustling cafe, with a couple of tables set aside for the students near the windows. Once everyone had arrived, Bond stood up from the corner seat where he'd been sitting and watching, and moved to join them.

"Good afternoon," he greeted them. "For those of you who are new to my class, I'm Professor Bond, and for those I've taught before it's good to see you again."

"This class is called Hiding in Plain Sight, and that's exactly what I'll be trying to teach you, how not to be noticed when you don't want to be, or as the case may be, being noticed in the way you want to be noticed. While there will be an element of disguise and the creation of covers involved, this class will also be about learning how to recognise the feel of a situation and adapting your own attitude and demeanour to fit in."

"Before before we get to any of that, it's time for another around of introductions, I'd like you to tell me and the rest of the class your name, year, why you're taking the class, and one interesting fact about yourself that might or not be true. If you believe one of your classmates might be lying about their fact, you may quiz them and try to catch them out. Politely, of course."

[Class Roster]

Yakko's World, Thursday, Period 2

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If you had been in a Yakko class before, you probably knew it wasn't a big deal to see class not begin immediately after the bell. It just meant there was something planned.

Sure enough, after a couple minutes, the dry erase board went loose at the top and fell over to act as a ramp as Yakko rode a large globe out of the wall.

"And now..." a mysterious announcer voice said, "your class, taught by Yakko Warner!" Some potentially familiar music started playing the dry erase board flipped shut and Yakko rolled the globe back into its proper location in front of the board.

He put on his professor's cap, grabbed a pointer, and pointed at the US on the globe. "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu--" ( Cut for class )

How To Not Do Things, Thursday, Period One

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Upon arriving in the classroom today, students might have some difficulty locating their teacher.

That was, unless they noticed the pair of sneakered feet propped up on the desk in the front, the only visible sign that anyone was sitting there. April had somehow managed to swing a bean bag chair to sit in, which made it a little difficult for her to be noticed over the desk, see.

In fact, the students had bean bag chairs too. Weren't they lucky?

About five minutes after class was supposed to start, she finally spoke up. "I'm April," she said loudly. "This is How to Not Do Things." In case the classroom and her lack of energy hadn't given it away. "I don't really care what your names are, but I guess you can go ahead and tell me them anyway. And other useless crap like your age and grade and stuff if you want. Whatever."

If you were wondering whether she was planning to write anything down, though... stop wondering. Because she was not.

"You with the frizzy hair, write people's names down," she added, surfacing for the first time to point at Maeby if she was there. "You get to be TA. Yay."

And back down in the bean bag chair she went, piping up only to add, before anyone could get to their introductions, "When you're done, there's Skee-Ball in the back."

Yup. Those were indeed Skee-Ball machines. Check that out.

Drama! Thursday, Period Four

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It was probably not surprising that the drama class was meeting in, well. The drama classroom. Unlike a normal classroom, there were no desks, although there were plenty of chairs stacked along the side of the room. Half the room was carpeted, and the other half consisted of hardwood flooring with the walls and floor painted black. Large black cubes were scattered amongst the 'stage' area, and there was a rack of costumes off to one side.

"Greetings, all!" came the exuberant greeting as Thor came in to the classroom, gesturing for everyone to sit down in a circle. "I recognize many of you, but there are several new faces as well! I am Thor Odinson, and I shall be teaching you about the dramatic arts this semester!" Yeah, he was about as surprised as you were. Shh.

"Now, it is my hope that by the end of the semester, we can put together a show to entertain your fellow classmates- however, we can speak of that next week. This week I have set aside for everyone getting to know each other, and so we shall perform an activity entitled 'two truths and a lie'. I wish you to give your name, year of schooling, and then three things about yourself- one of which is actually untrue. Then, your classmates shall attempt to guess which is the untruth." He pointed at random to someone in the circle. "We shall begin with you."

When that was done, he gestured to Loki if he was there. "Loki, if you are so obliged, I shall require your assistance once again this semester."

Library, Thursday All Day

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It was probably fair to guess that Evan was excited to be showing up for his first shift as a library aide, what with the way he'd made absolutely certain his hair was a little bit neater than usual before leaving his room. He was also wearing his fanciest clothing... which mostly consisted of his old Jean Grey School uniform, blazer and necktie and shorts and all. The important thing here was that he looked professional, right? His old school's crest wasn't emblazoned on the front or anything, so it would suffice.

Of course, the blazer and shorts combo meant that not ten minutes into his shift, some of the more recent periodicals were sneaking up to his desk and leaving themselves wide open on any section that prominently featured men's fashion. At first, Evan thought maybe somebody was teasing him and just hiding whenever he was looking, but then he actually caught a magazine in the act of scaling the desk, and he sighed.

"It's not that bad, guys."

The library is open! And the aide is wearing shorts whether the periodicals like it or not!

[Open!]

Wild Roving, Thursday [30/08]

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"Good morning, everyone!" Ronan said cheerily, giving a jaunty wave to his class. "It's nice to see so many familiar faces. For those who don't know me, my name is Ronan Nolan -- you can just call me Ronan, no real need for the 'professor' thing unless you really want to -- and I am a wizard."

He paused for a moment. "... If there are any newbies here who don't believe me yet, yes, I do in fact mean the kind of wizard who does magic. Stay back after class if you want to see an example of something I can do; I promise I'm not crazy.

"So, welcome to Wild Roving," Ronan continued. "In this class, I'm going to be drawing upon some of my own experiences to teach you the skills you need if you're ever travelling on your own -- whether that's backpacking across Europe, running away from the authorities, or travelling the galaxy world-to-world.

"And, since this is the first class, we're going to go with the Fandom tradition and do introductions."

[Wait for OCD is up!]

Oppression, Resistance and Revolution - Friday

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“Good morning, class,” Magneto said after everyone had taken their seats. “My name is Erik Lehnsherr. For the purpose of this class you may address me as... professor.”

He smirked a little at that before continuing.

“Now, I’m sure many of you know me by a very different name. That is a topic for a different day. For those of you who might be curious, feel free to ask Mr. Starsmore who is a teacher here or Miss Pryde at the local bar. I’m sure they have some delightful tales to tell you.”

Giving his class a smirk, he began to walk up and down the rows of desks and began to lecture.

“This class is entitled Oppression, Resistance and Revolution,” he continued. “Which will entail both lecture as well as practical labs. As part of this course we will be looking at the history of oppression, resistance and revolution throughout history. We will discuss its roots and its effect on society. I realize that many of you may not be from this planet or perhaps from an alternate line of history. For the purpose of this class, I shall be drawing examples from my own world. I expect all of you to provide your own examples as you see fit. Before we begin our class exercise today, Mr. Kaplan will be the TA for the course. Mr. Kaplan? Please see me after class for instructions. If he's here.”

Coming full circle, Magneto took his place in front of the class. “Now, I understand it’s typically a tradition in this school to start class with introductions. I do not feel that is necessary. Instead I would like for you all to go around the room and tell me about a cause you feel is worth dying for.”

And then with a random point of his finger, Magneto selected his first student. “You. Begin.”