This Thing You Humans Call Love [Wednesday, 2nd Period]

[doubleohblonde]

Bond was having class within a perfectly normal classroom today, albeit one with small piles of index cards placed on all the desks. Once his students had arrived he began.

( Let's talk about s-e-x )

[ooc: let's just assume it's going to be vaguely NWS at best]

[Class Roster]

Library, Thursday

[genesishero]

Today was a pretty good day to be in the library. It was wet outside, which meant that the weather was no good for reading a new book under the shade of one of the trees on the dorm grounds. And, in the library, the books had taken to softly rustling their pages to sound like rainfall anyway. Evan smiled a little to himself as he took a sip of his coffee and turned the page to the book he was reading.

All the relaxing vibes of the sounds of rainfall, none of the soggy, wrinkled pages. He was totally okay with this.

[Open!]

Practical Etiquette [Thursday, July 11, 2013, 2nd period]

[professor-lyman.livejournal.com]

Josh's class was meeting in the Danger Room, which today had been programmed to look like the Dupont Circle North Washington DC Metro station. Busy commuters in suits, groups of teenagers in matching t-shirts and tourists looking lost streamed past them as they gathered off to the side of an escalator that was out of service.

"Good morning, people," Josh said, finishing his to-go cup of coffee and tossing it into the trash can before noticing Mordin Solus if he's there, "--and others," he tacked on, blinking rapidly. "I'm Josh Lyman, that's your TA Lex Luthor," he said, pointing Lex out, "and this is practical etiquette. Today we will go from here--Dupont Circle--to Capitol Hill without killing anyone." He shook his head. "It's tougher than it looks. You'll face broken escalators, tourists who have no idea where they are going, and far too many people in a subway car with a broken air conditioning unit."

He ticked off points on his fingers. "A few rules to know: you stand on the right of the escalators--provided they're working, of course--and walk to the left. You let people off of the cars before you cram on and move to the center. You don't put your bags on a seat if there are people standing. You don't hang from the poles, nor do you use them to do pole dances. You also don't rest your butts on them--people need to hold onto them. You don't talk loudly on the cars, or play loud music, or really make eye contact if you can avoid it. You don't touch other people--again, if you can avoid it, sometimes the braking at stations can knock everyone over like bowling pins--and you can't eat or drink on the DC Metro system."

He grinned. "Right. Your assignment is to buy a ticket, go from here to Union Station and not get into any altercations with your fellow commuters. Go."

Friendship is Always in Fashion, Thursday, period 1

[locointhecoco]

The classroom was arranged with the desks all turned to face a bare strip of floor through the middle, marked off with sparkly (naturally) tape.

Your runway, ladies and gentlemen.

Because what was a class about fashion without a show or two to watch? Just think of it as Project Runway as taught by a pony and the angriest werewolf ever. Pinkie Pie was clearly the Tim Gunn of this duo. Derek only wished he had Heidi's style.

"Hi," Derek said, not looking especially thrilled to be there. But that was par for the course if you've ever seen him before. "My name is Derek." He preemptively winced for what would come next.

"And I'm Pinkie Pie!" Pinkie squealed, far too close to Derek's ear. (Oh look, he knew her so well! BFFAEAE!) "Welcome to Friendship is Always in Fashion!" She struck a dramatic pose, smizing like a champ.

Or she had an eyelash in her eye. It was hard to tell.

Derek sighed, just glad he wasn't covered in glitter. Yet. "Today we're going to get to know each other." Meaning you get to tell them your names like in aaaaall your other classes. "And what you think your fashion choices say about you."

"For instance," Pinkie said. "I usually don't wear anything at all! Which is actually what most ponies do, but when I'm around people I think it says that I'm a free-spirited kinda lady who doesn't need to be tied down to a single subculture!" It helped that she could whip a new outfit up literally out of nowhere.

There was that, yes. "And I would say my clothing is neutral and non-attention drawing," Derek said. Which, really, Derek? Have you seen your ass? Your fabulous ass? "So, someone gets to go first."

And be judged.

"And, oo!" Pinkie waved her hoof in the air as though wanting to be called upon. "If anypony wants to be a TA, let us know!"