Hiding in Plain Sight, Wednesday, Period Four

[doubleohblonde]

Today, Bond numbered off the students as they came into the Danger Shop, which again resembled the change room from last week though there was a curtain down the middle of it. He directed the ones to one side of it and the twos to the other.

"Good afternoon. Today we're going to be doing another practical exercise to see how well you've been paying attention so far," Bond told them. "You will notice that there are a pair of doors down the end of the room. Beyond those doors is a contemporary museum, during the busiest time of the day. You each have five minutes to pick a suitable outfit before going though your groups door, which lead to different parts of the museum. It is the job of the ones to find ways blend in with the crowd and for two to find their classmates. Neither group is to draw the attention of the museum guards in doing so. Halfway through the class we'll switch roles. Hopefully by the end of class you will have both evaded capture and caught at least one of your classmates."

[Class Roster]

Drama! Thursday, Period Four

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Today the drama room contained a sound system in addition to the usual drama-y equipment.

"I hope everyone remembered to bring a song!" Thor said, as he waited for everyone to settle in to a circle. "Because today we are going to talk about musicals. Now, while many Midgardian cultures have created some form of musical theatre, we are going to talk about the kind that has had the most influence within the culture of this nation.

And yes, there was a handout prepared for them to look over!

If you're marvelling at the fact that Thor knows how to use a printer, well... this success only came after he was informed that he could not, in fact, print out GIFs. Be glad. Be very glad.

"Now, for those of you who have brought a song- I highly encourage you to perform for the class!" Thor said enthusiastically. "If you did not bring one, but would still like to showcase your skill, I have procured a number of moddable 'popular music' selections."

After everyone who chose to had performed, there was, once again, a small block of time set aside for anyone to bring up any suggestions for the final performance.

Library, Thursday All Day

[genesishero]

The library was pretty tidy, and there was actually not much to be done. And, with free time came Evan doing what he could to be productive all the same, pulling books off the shelves that spoke about some of the powers that his fellow students had displayed yesterday in the Junior Achievers club. It would do him some good, reading about how people went about training with those powers, to strengthen their control or to hone their skills. And while he was at it, he was going to pick up a pencil and paper and he was going to take notes.

He was halfway through the first book he'd picked up when he looked at the page of notes he'd taken, and he blinked at it. The page had rearranged itself in a weird font, not unreadable, but definitely more blocky than his usual handwriting and about half the size. It was... a bit of an adjustment, to say the least.

Evan shook his head, idly wondering just what kind of weirdness this was supposed to be, and then went back to taking his notes.

If nothing else, at least he could fit a bit more on one piece of pa--

-- Oh. No, the paper was expanding to allow for more notes without him actually having to turn the page manually. Maybe... Evan would just check the books out and try to take the notes in his room, later, where the library's daily weirdness would be likely to leave him be.

[Open!]

How To Not Do Things, Thursday, Period One

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Today when they showed up for class, April's students would find the classroom set up like an office, complete with a desk for each of them, giant outdated computers, annoyingly shrill telephones, and a water cooler toward the back that kept humming in an obnoxious manner that might make someone want to hit it with something very heavy. Like one of those giant outdated computers, for example.

"So this is an office, in case you're from some weird world without boring people," April shared. "I figured if you ever get stuck working in one of these, you should know some tricks so you don't want to kill yourself by the end of the first day. So here are some tips."

She cleared her throat. "Every computer has games on it," she began. "So those are good ways to waste time. If you go to Start → Programs → Games, there should be a few. And I'm not gonna tell you how to play them because you can waste time figuring that out, but yeah. Those can help."

"Also," she continued, "there are about fifty wrong ways to answer the phone so you don't have to talk to anyone. Basically if you answer it and forget to hit the flashy red thing, you can talk to no one for like five minutes and no one'll notice unless the lines get swamped."

That one probably spoke for itself.

"And finally, if anyone ever wants to schedule a meeting with you, do March thirty-first because it doesn't exist," April continued easily, even though she was completely wrong on that point, "and whenever you get lunch, never get anything you can eat with your hands so no one will expect you to multitask."

The April Ludgate Philosophy of Laziness, ladies and gentlemen.

"So now if anyone else has any ideas for avoiding work, go ahead and talk," she said. "Or ask questions or whatever the hell. But if you guys run out of stuff to say, you have to do spreadsheets for the rest of class."

Actually she'd be very disappointed if anyone went ahead and did spreadsheets instead of playing games or openly texting. But she wasn't going to tell them that in advance.

Wild Roving, Thursday [20/09]

[not_in_the_book]

"So we're packed," Ronan said, after the class finished filing into the danger shop. Today, there were several computers set up to one side, a set of shelves opposite with an array of travel guides. "We're ready to go -- but where are we going?"

Everyone's packed bags appeared in front of them, and resting in top was an envelope. "You can open those up," Ronan instructed them. Inside was a piece of paper with a country listed. "Your task for today is to find -- using whatever means at your disposal, but probably the internet -- to find three things out about your country: the capital city, one hostel where you can stay cheaply, and one thing you want to for entertainment in that city: an event, a museum, anything."

Ronan waved at the class, grinning. "Have at it," he said. "And if you have any question -- or any trouble figuring out where to start -- just let me know and I'll see what I can do."

[Wait for OCD is up!]

Announcements, Thursday (right after classes)

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The PA system crackled to life in the early afternoon with a sharp and thankfully short squeal.

"Is this--hello? Hello! This is Principal McGonagall. What a dreadful machine this is. I apologize for the interruption, but I am pleased to announce that the following students should be present at tomorrow's first Student Council meeting: Paddra Nsu-Yeul, Loki Laufeyson, Minako Aino, Stacey McGill, Alec Lightwood, Bertha Marilla Blythe, Dave Nelson, Lex Luthor, Karla [*squeak*], and Petra West. Thank you all for volunteering your time. Now, how do I turn this blasted thing off? Oh?"