SCIENCE!, Monday

[fewer_explosions]

Another Monday, another Science Club meeting, and this time the leaders had thoughtfully set out an array of snacks and caffeinated beverages to compensate for anyone who might still be dealing with lingering trauma from the weekend.

Not that Topher, at least, would know anything about that, because no one ever visited him. Sigh. "Hey, guys," he said, waving half-heartedly. "There's food and cotton swabs and stuff over there;this you're gonna want to grab some. Well. Definitely the cotton swabs, anyway. You can pass on the food if you're weird or something."

Not that there were any other reasons besides weirdness that someone might not want to eat. Just that one thing.

"So, since there were parents and robot grandparents and whathaveyou this weekend, we're gonna go ahead and do genetics today," Topher continued. "So that's what the cotton swabs are for." Then it occurred to him that not everyone might be from a universe where they were equipped to make the logical leap here, so he added, "You swab your cheek. That's important. Not something else."

Evan was not going to ask what something else Topher might have in mind, here. His general train of thought after a few weeks of doing this club with Topher, at this point, was that he didn't want to know.

"We're going to keep this stuff pretty simple," Evan said, offering the group a smile. "No... like... cloning or stem cell research or anything in here today. But once you get your swabs, you can feel free to run it through the lab equipment, check it through the microscopes, and see if maybe you can isolate the gene that makes a person's hair a certain color. Or we can pass things around and see how human DNA differs from mutant, and how mutant differs from asari." A beat. "But only if the people whose DNA you're looking at give you permission. Poking at other people's genetic code without permission is kind of tacky."

Evan had no idea.

"Even if it's a dude with wings," Topher interjected. "Apparently."

He was still bitter.

"I do not believe the rules of consent vary much depending on which appendage someone has grown," Liara said brightly. "But I have not spent any particular time with human law books." Because that sounded a little boring. "I have provided some research material that you may use to compare your findings with."

Beat.

"Have fun."

Philosophy 102- Monday- 1st period- Class #6

[fates_jaye]

When everyone took their seats in the Danger Shop Theater, they'd find Jaye sipping from one of those giant movie theater soda cups. It was actually coffee, because she needed it this early after Parents Weekend, but why not defy convention a little?

"Congratulations! Everybody left and you're still alive and probably at least a little sane. We should celebrate with a movie." You tried that last week, Jaye. "This one is called 2012: Ice Age and is all about a family who ends up saving the world from a car after it snows a lot. Enjoy."

A Tale of Two Lions, Monday, 10/01

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"Welcome again," Tyrion said, from his perch at the front of class. "This week, we're talking about the kind of power one gets from cunning. If you're unfamiliar with the term, it means, 'Having or showing skill in achieving one's ends by deceit or evasion.' In other words, being a sneak until you win."

He raked a hand back through his hair. "You may not get a throne by being cunning. But you may live longer, and get everything you wanted anyhow."

"Where with armies you clash outright until there is a winner, and religion is a matter of winning the faith of the masses, cunning is outmaneuvering each strike by your opponent until you are standing in checkmate with no options left for them," Ghanima said. "While it can be combined with armies, or religions or other things, pure cunning, with no resources beyond your own wits, is never to be underestimated." It was how she and Leto had taken the throne, after all.

"Riddles," Tyrion concluded, "are not a perfect test of cunning, but they force you to use similar parts of your brain. For our activity this week, pair up or work alone to solve any of a number of logic problems."

How to Start a Business, Monday, Period 3

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"Sorry I couldn't be here last week. A flu bug apparently got me and my Force healing skills have never been my strong suit," Zayne said.

"Let's get caught up. By this point we've talked about getting your idea set, getting funding, and getting a place to work. Now let's talk about managing the financials of all of this stuff," Zayne said. "I'm lucky, my dad is a banker, so he's clued me in to quite a bit."

And then Zayne launched into a fairly extensive explanation of where to put your money, what to keep liquid, reminders that a lot of money up front has to last for a while, and other various information that would be good to know and that I am basically clueless about.

"Of course, things will vary as you get down to your specific model, but in general that's how you'll need to look at it.If you'd like, I can give you some individual information on how it should break down because I talked to my father about it this weekend. Exact percentages may vary due to galactic differences."

Library, Monday

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Yet another Parents' Weekend had passed without any visitors, and William found himself feeling rather relieved about the whole thing.

That is, until he got to the library to find that the history books were in the midst of staging a revolution. So far they were sticking to guerilla tactics, but so help him if this turned out to be a full-scale riot, he was going to be cross...