Lemons, Lemonade, & Lemon Grenades, Thursday, 4th Period.

[thefearwasreal]

Oz had his students meet him down in the Danger Shop, which was set up as a fairly normal classroom, albeit one where the nearest desks were a good few metres from the entrance, but that probably wasn't important, really.

"Greetings, kids, and welcome to creative problem solving," Oz began once "Because when life gives you lemons you can make lemonade or you can make lemon grenades." Go on and guess which camp Oz fell into.

"Since it's the first week and I spy some new faces, it's time for introductions, so let's tell each other our names, grade, what you think you can bring to the table when it comes to solving problems, you know, the usual thing. Starting with you there, sparky."

When the introductions were over, Oz continued, fiddling with a remote. "Now that those are out of the way, we're going to ease into things with a simple teamwork exercise. Working together, you all have to get to the door by then end of class, but you see you have a problem, as the floor is now lava." He pressed a button on the remote and the floor started taking on a distinct red and orange hue. "And since we're in here, it's not imaginary lava."

Well, it was actually red and orange jello, but did they really want to wade through three-foot-deep jello to get to the door? That stuff stained.

Advanced Survivalism, Friday, Period 1

[amthenight.livejournal.com]

It probably wasn't something you would expect from a workshop in 'survivalism,' but the first lesson was actually taking place inside a normal classroom. The reason would be obvious about ten seconds after the bell rang. And that reason was because the teacher liked to make an entrance.

And that's exactly what he did, swinging through the window on his grapple line, arching upwards, and falling gracefully onto his desk, all while his cape billowed dramatically.

He was going to pay for that window.

"I'm Batman," he said, his voice almost a growl. This was his normal speaking voice, kids! Get used to it!

( It only gets more Batmanny from here. Please be warned of sudden and apparent threats of gremlin violence upon you. )

[OOC: I'll still be largely out and about today in NYC, but may have time for SP on my iPad between things. Very little time, most likely.]

Archery 101 [Friday, Second Period]

[so_hawkward]

Clint was practically bouncing as he watched everyone file into the Danger Shop. "Hi guys. And gals, I should say, since that's most of you," and yes, that delighted Clint quite a bit. "This is archery class, so if you're in the wrong place, well, you're welcome to stay because I say the more the merrier. I know you're probably tired of the introduction thing by now, but I want to make sure I get everyone's name and I'd like to know how much experience you have with a bow, if any."

Then, Clint motioned to a table of assorted recurve and longbows, all set up but with no arrows yet. There would be time to shoot things once he had a better idea of what and who he was working with. "These are some of the bows we'll be working with. Go ahead and check them out and see how they feel. Everyone's got their own style that they like, and if you happen to have a bow of your own, you can bring that for class."

Parlour Games, Friday, 5/17

[bitten_notshy]

"Welcome to Parlour Games," Jack said, once the class was settled in a standard classroom that had been arranged to look as much like a living room as possible. A couch and some armchairs had been dragged in from some lounge somewhere, and a rug softened the linoleum floor. There was even a side table with a range of hot and cold drinks and small snacks laid upon it.

If the professor was a bit rattled by a few recent voicemails, he was showing absolutely no sign of it as he stood at the front of the group. "My name is Jack Priest. Jack is fine; so is Mr. Priest, or Professor Priest if that's your preference. In this class, we're going to talk about what are called parlour games -- that is, group games played indoors with minimal equipment and absolutely no electronics. I was born in 1881; before I came to Fandom, parlour games were what we did to fill idle evenings when there wasn't anything new to read."

Jack's particular social circle had had a few more interesting hobbies as well, but they were hardly anything to inform a class about.

"We're a fairly small group this time, which is perfect in that it means we can all play together. And for our introductory class, we're playing charades. Normally in charades, each player draws a slip of paper and then has to act out the phrase on the paper. There are some common bits of sign language used, which are on the papers I just passed out. But, as this is our first week, I thought we'd put a twist on it. Each of you, please say your name and then act out one thing about yourself you'd like the class to know. The winner will be whoever guesses the most charades by other students, and your prize is the satisfaction of a job well-done."

He gestured to the first person to his left. "You can start, please."