Yakko's World, Thursday, Period 2

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"Well, if you listened to radio the other day, you might have heard me promise to bring some toys back from the longest Black Friday sale line ever," Yakko said. "Buuuuuuuut that line lasted another day and at that point I had to give up. But it's okay! Because I stopped somewhere else on my way back. Somewhere that works well with a country theme. That place? IKEA. That country? Sweden."

( Long ago in times of yore, it all began with a god named Thor.... )

Library, Thursday All Day

[genesishero]

Evan was feeling... maybe a little bit ganged up on in the library today. It had started small, as these things tended to do in this place. Just a few magazines on the desk that he absently sorted through and put away. And then it had been a few more, and he couldn't help but notice that they were all going back to the teen magazine section.

On his fourth trip back to the desk, the stack was as tall as he was (which, granted, wasn't actually all that tall), and every time he reached for a magazine, it opened up to one of those quizzes meant for the stereotypical cheerleader sort, and refused to let Evan close it, never mind put it away again.

If anyone were to stop by the library today, they'd find Evan, at the desk, with a slightly glazed expression on his face as he worked through a small mountain of 'how do you know he's really into you,' and 'is your look hot... or not' quizzes.

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How To Not Do Things, Thursday, Period One

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Okay, April was just going to make this clear right off the bat: this was the stupidest name for a class she'd ever heard. It wasn't that she thought people shouldn't have to learn how to not do things, because she granted that it was a skill that took some degree of effort, but there could only be so many people who didn't do things, and the people who figured it out on their own should get first pick.

In any event, here she was to teach the class anyway.

"I don't know what's been covered already," she said frankly, lounging in a bean bag chair at the front of the room. "Whatever. We'll just do a discussion today."

She took a moment to come up with what she actually wanted to discuss, and was considering looking something up on her phone before a decent discussion topic finally occured to her.

"Just, like, talk about a day when you didn't do anything and what it was like and whatever," she settled on. "If there's time at the end, we can program the room to look like other people's places. So yeah."

That, plus a vague wave of her hand indicating that they should get started, was it for the lecture. April really wasn't great at this, okay?

Wild Roving, Thursday [11/29]

[electrocynic]

There was an Electroclash at the front of the class again this week. Really, there was. A bit shorter and a lot skinnier, and in a uniform that looked designed to piss someone off with how short the skirt part of it was, but still. "I still don't understand how I'm s'posed to be bloody teaching something." That was familiar too, wasn't it? Less raspy, though, but the attitude towards her job was about the same. It sounded like she'd been complaining about it for a while now. "What is this, Wild Roving? What's that even fuckin' mean? What did the syllabus thing say, something about... exchange, youth, something?"

She was so on top of what was going on here, really.

Sparkle looked... only slightly uncomfortable, glancing from Electroclash to the other students in the classroom, giving them a look that practically screamed, 'I have no freaking clue.'

( Youth exchange programs with your hosts Electroclash and Sparkle! )

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

[nomoresportscars]

The danger shop was a field again, and there was even a fairly normal-looking opposing team programmed into the simulation. Well, normal-looking from afar, anyway. Once any of the club members actually got close enough to them to see inside their helmets, they would notice that literally every player on the opposing team was a copy of Coach Simstock.

And yes, they were occasionally going tobe stopping what they were doing in the game to recite the Independence Day speech, for no good reason.

It was the best Jackson had managed on his own, okay. Maybe one day he'd give up his pride and ask Stiles or someone for help, but today was not that day. Not that he looked all that interested in the club today anyway. His phone seemed to be most of his focus.

He glanced up. "Okay, play, or whatever."

Inspiring, right?

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