Hiding in Plain Sight, Wednesday, Period Four

[doubleohblonde]

Bond was nowhere to be seen. There was however an old-fashioned projector playing on a loop and a rather large amount of random shrubbery, the occasional bush of which would explode and scatter glitter everywhere.

Clearly there was nothing unusual going on in today's class.

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Yakko's World, Thursday, Period 2

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"Back in the early 1990s, we were ignorant about the rest of the world," Yakko said, standing in front of a curtain at the front of the room. "Sure, we knew the rest of the world existed, we'd had some wars and stuff. But what we also didn't know was that soon we would learn something through the introduction of something else."

"That something else? A video game. It was Road Brawler 2, subtitle? The World Warrior." The curtain lifted, showing a variety of arcade cabinets for the original game, the Illustrious Volume, Mega Road Brawler 2, Road Brawler 2 Accelerated, and Yet More Characters. They were all basically the same thing, but each one had more characters.

"When you chose a character, you could see what country they came from. If you wanted to know where China was, pick the girl who's been the subject of way too many creepy pieces of fan art and one terrible movie. If you wanted to know where the US was, you had two choices, both of them blond. It was a magical game that told us that we're not all that different, especially thanks to limited graphical abilities and not caring if two characters had exactly the same moves."

"Unless you're from India, in which case you're a massive stereotype with stretchable limbs. But even that was fair, because who wouldn't want to punch someone from across the room?"

"Call it 90s nostalgia, I won't blame you," Yakko said casually, "but when I think of how people learned about countries back then, I think of my own song, Yakko's World, which was very popular and was used in commercials for my show. But this video game did come in at a very distant second."

"So go ahead and fight! Use the game, just start punching each other. I'm leaving the choice up to you."

Drama! Thursday, Period Four

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Today's class was being held in the auditorium that the drama room was attached to. Why? Because today was the day for auditions! Surprise!

Could you tell that penchant for dramatic speeches aside, Thor really had no idea how to properly run a drama class?

ANYWAY.

"I hope you have all perused the script quite thoroughly!" Thor greeted the students from his spot in the audience. "As auditions shall be held today. I will need you all to pair up and choose a short section of dialogue that you would like to perform! You may refer to your script on stage, and please do inform me of which role you are auditioning for."

How To Not Do Things, Thursday, Period One

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

Today, the Danger Shop was set up to resemble a large suburban mall. Apart from the extra-wide escalators, the cluster of no fewer than five Sweetums shops on the second floor, and the somewhat sketchy-looking signs directing shoppers to the 'SPAwnee' relaxation center across the street, it looked like a perfectly ordinary shopping center.

"This is a mall," April said, just in case she had any space kids in her class or something. "You all have to pick one of the stores to hypothetically work at. You guys have forty minutes to wander around and decide on the one that you think would be the least amount of effort, then meet at the Sweetums next to Build-a-Bear and discuss."

Mmm, Sweetums.

"Go."

Fandom High Lacrosse Club, The Danger Shop, Thursday After Classes

[nomoresportscars]

Yes, they were back in the Danger Shop. Even after the... malfunction they'd experienced last time. Jackson wasn't the type to just give up, and he'd looked into things, so he was fairly confident things were going to go his way this time. So far, so good: the current simulation was a fairly accurate reproduction of the locker rooms at his old school. And there was a simulation of a man standing up front. He looked wild-eyed and intense, and was also a pretty accurate depiction of the real thing. And Jackson wasn't going to explain this set up at all, he just let the simulation play.

"All right people, gather up, and listen up!" the simulated man said, gesturing for everyone to get closer. "That means you too, Greenberg!"

There was no Greenberg. No comment on whether that just made it even more lifelike. The man – Coach Simstock, if you will – squared his shoulders and began to speak with great gravitas. "Good morning. In less than an hour, aircraft from here will join others from around the world. And you will be launching the largest aerial battle in the history of mankind. "Mankind." That word should have new meaning for all of us today. We can't be consumed by our petty differences anymore. We will be united in our common interests." In case anyone thought this fet familiar, yes, it was the speech from meta for Independence Day. And no, this wasn't a glitch. "Perhaps it's fate that today is the Fourth of July, and you will once again be fighting for our freedom... Not from tyranny, oppression, or persecution... but from annihilation. We are fighting for our right to live. To exist. And should we win the day, the Fourth of July will no longer be known as an American holiday, but as the day the world declared in one voice: "We will not go quietly into the night!" We will not vanish without a fight! We're going to live on! We're going to survive! Today we celebrate our Independence Day!"

He waited for their applause. It never came: Jackson froze the simulation. "That was Coach Finstock from Beacon Hills High," he explained. Looking rather smug that that sim had gone like it was supposed to. "It just felt like a good time to give you a taste of what lacrosse players out in the real world may experience right before a big game." Namely, lunatic ramblings from a coach who was actually pretty good at his job if you paid no attention to how batshit he seemed to be. "We get that speech every year. Do you feel inspired now?"

He wasn't going to wait for an answer, just pointed towards the doors. "Whatever, you're going out there now anyway." The doors out of the locker room opened... to a field made entirely of bouncy castles. Jackson... Jackson was just going to go beat his head against a wall, now. Or, wait, no. He was going to pretend that was intentional. "Bouncing... is good for your balance, and your muscles. This is your training for the day."

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Wild Roving, Thursday [11/08]

[electrocynic]

The class was held in the computer lab, and Electroclash was looking about as lazy as usual, slouching behind the desk up front. "You are Fandom residents, so clearly your lives are not ordinary, and you may well find yourself trying to raise an alligator in your home in Corpus Christi, Texas," she started raspily, without preamble. "But guess what, that's illegal." That's what the internet told her, anyway. "Sure, it's rarely enforced, if ever, because it's a dumb fucking law, but it's still there. And you may wander to some places where a dumb law both exists and is rigidly enforced. So, it can be useful to be aware of some of the darling quirks of the law, if you're intending to wildly roam all over the place. Not because I don't think you should do them, but so that you have a fighting chance of not getting caught."

See, she cared about them!

"So, that's your task for the day. Research weird laws all over the globe." She nodded at the computers. "Get to it. Wouldn't want ya to get arrested for trying to sell cabbage on a Sunday in New Jersey." Beat. "Oh, and if you find anything particularly hilarious, please share."

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