Friendship 101, Wednesday, Period 2

[locointhecoco]

Pinkie had the Danger Shop programmed to resemble a bucolic field, almost cartoon-like in its bright cheerfulness, full of lush green grass and tiny pink and purple flowers.

At one end of the field was a copse of trees, behind which lurked a slightly dilapidated creepy shack.

Pinkie was willing to make some concessions to Derek's personal style. Because Pinkie was nice like that. Unlike the other teacher there.

The moment class was scheduled to begin, the Danger Shop doors slid shut (hope no one was late on their first day), and a breeze kicked up, making the tiny flowers sway and dance. A vibrant pink, purple, and yellow hot air balloon drifted over the gathered students and slowly, as if by magic, came to a gentle landing on a clear patch of grass. Pinkie leaned over the side of the basket, madly waving her hooves. Derek glowered. As was his wont. Pinkie leaped from the basket, struck a pose, and without further ado, ( began to sing )

[ooc: cowritten with the delightful justlurkinghere, natch]

There Will Be Cake [Tuesday, Period Three]

[doubleohblonde]

Bond had his class meet him in the Danger Shop, which was set up to look like a large kitchen with enough workbenches for the entire class.

"Good afternoon, class," he greeted them when they finished arriving. "I'm Professor Bond and welcome to there will be cake, which as you might have guessed from both the name and description is a cookery class. In addition to teaching you some of the basics of various forms of cooking, we'll also be attempting some more complicated dishes by the end of the semester, but more on that later, first we shall be doing introductions, so I would like your name, class, your favourite dish and one which you might like to learn to make."

Once introductions were done with, Bond continued. "Now, given that I promised you cake, we'll be starting out this week with a simple tea cake, the recipe, ingredients, and the equipment needed are out on the benches, so find a partner and get to baking."

[Class Roster]

Library, Wednesday, All Day

[3girls-1core.livejournal.com]

Sholeh was thrilled to be back in the library, back to classes, and, best of all, back to human shape again. She was also secretly thrilled not to have been the sister who woke up naked in front of Sparkle and Ulrik (and hadn't yet figured out a way to talk to them and explain anything), though she felt bad that Zhahar had gotten stuck with that instead.

But enough of that. The library had decided to welcome her back by sending out groups of fantasy novels to bother various other parts of the library. Each group had fourteen books at a time in them (which made it hard to get all of them when they scattered) and they kept invading the geology section, the travel section that dealt with famous mountain ranges, and the hobby section--particularly the mountaineering, hiking, and spelunking books.

Sholeh decided it was just better not to even know.

Supernatural Studies, Wednesday, Period 1

[bitten_notshy]

Jack was standing at the front of the classroom as the students filed in. He didn’t look much older than they did, but between the natty blue suit and his general air of authority it was clear he thought he was in charge of the classroom. It was his first time ever in front of a class in this way, but he refused to be nervous.

“Welcome to Supernatural Studies,” he said, once everyone was in their seats. “I’m Jack Priest. You can call me Jack, or Mr. Priest, or even Professor Priest if you’re the type. I graduated in 2010, so some of you may still remember me as a student.”

He rather hoped not; it might get awkward.

“And this” – and now he smiled – “is your official scholarly introduction to things that go bump in the night. For the purposes of this class, we are defining supernatural as anything that cannot be entirely explained by science or the laws of nature, or that goes beyond baseline human experiences and abilities.”

“Some of you are no doubt from home worlds where there’s nothing supernatural at all. Others are from places more like my home world, where magic is accepted to the point of seeming a bit dull. Whatever your world is like, I guarantee you there’s at least one thing you think is absolutely true about the supernatural that someone else in the classroom would swear is totally false. I trust you’ll all respect the diversity and not waste time arguing about it; I also trust no one here will make things up for fun.”

“The second thing I’d like to request is that we don’t, as it were, ‘out’ each other as being supernatural. It’s fine to talk about your own special skills and background, but if you happen to know the person sitting next to you is a shapeshifting imp, please keep it under your hat. It’s important to me everyone feels comfortable here, and that means respecting everyone’s privacy.”

Including Jack’s. He had no intention of discussing his own lycanthropy with the class unless he had to.

“That’s what I have for now,” he concluded. “And as this is the first week, I suspect the world would end without introductions. Please state your name, grade, and one thing that’s true about supernatural forces in your home. If your universe has nothing supernatural that you know of, share a common myth or legend about a supernatural creature. If your universe has nothing supernatural and no myths or legends, explain why you’re here to start with.” He pointed at a student. “Begin.”