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

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Today, in addition to the question box and index cards, Bond had handouts. Once his students had arrived, he began.

"Good morning, now given last weeks introductions, I feel that we should probably start at the beginning( ...a very good place to start. )

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[Class Roster]

Friendship is Always in Fashion, Thursday - Period 1

[justlurkinghere]

Never let it be said that Pinkie Pie wasn't willing to go all out when it came to themed outfits. The piercings weren't even remotely real, and at any moment her hair was going to poof back out into its usual curls with an audible squeak, but while the students gathered, at least, she was pretty damn well gothed out.

And Derek was, unfortunately, forced into the other style this class would be focusing on today. Which meant he was wearing more glitter than strictly necessary and looking like if Ke$ha and David Bowie had a love child. An angry, angry love child who would possibly bite you if you talked about the make up he was sporting.

Don't worry, class, despite appearances, Derek wasn't actually wearing all the make-up and glitter Pinkie had available, there was plenty for you to create your own looks with, too. Just, you know. A lot of it was being worn.

"Hi everypony!" Pinkie greeted brightly. She just about defined "perky goth", yes. "Today we're going to cover two super-duper fun fashion movements: goth," she made a dark, serious face and struck a pose, then brightened again, "and glam!"

Strike a pose, Derek.

His pose was really more of a blue steel. Which worked for glam if you were going with the 70's version of it. "This is stupid," he hissed, trying not to scratch the glitter off his face. "And uncomfortable."

"But you look so pretty!" Pinkie was not as quiet as she thought she was. "Now hush up and pass out the handouts."

She was just so lucky that Derek knew better than to argue with her about anything. Because pass out those papers he did. Possibly getting glitter on them as he went. Sorry he wasn't sorry, kids.

"We also have lots of make up and glitter and pretty pretty clothes for you all to try on and make your own goth and-or glam outfits!" Pinkie said happily, yanking a rack of costumes out of a closet that wasn't nearly large enough to house such a thing. "So get creative and express yourselves! Gothly and-or glamishly!"

Those were totally words, yes. Don't you dare question them on that. They were teachers, you know. Professionals.

Practical Etiquette [Thursday, July 18, 2013, 2nd period]

[professor-lyman.livejournal.com]

Today the Danger Shop was set up to look like a coffee shop full of sleepy people waiting with some degree of patience for their drinks and breakfasts.

"Welcome to where I start my days," Josh said, gesturing around the space. "In a place where most people are severely undercaffeinated--or else they wouldn't be here--being polite is key because no one wants a skinny frapuccino dumped on their head."

Not that Josh had ever had that happen. Really.

"All right. Run through the simulation--each of you, like last week, will get a different scenario--and then we'll discuss how stupid people are."

Beat.

"Politely."

Library, Thursday

[genesishero]

Evan was... a little confused as he stepped into the library today to see the books forming weird configurations with one another. A few would lay on the floor side-by-side so that they formed a long line. Some arranged themselves in L-shapes and backwards L-shapes. Still more arranged themselves into square shapes and Z-shapes... and then they scooted along the floor, until they hit the far wall, apparently trying to form solid lines from one side to the other.

Evan had no idea what they were up to, but as he went to round them up, he had the strangest urge to hum as they settled themselves up against the wall.

[Open, and running without OCD today!]

The Care and Feeding Of (Human) Sidekicks, Friday, 3rd Period

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What with this being the second week of classes, Batman chose not to make a dramatic entrance today. He just arrived in the Danger Shop, which looked a hell of a lot like a convention hall today.

"My apologies for not being available for class last week," he said. "That leaves us with less time to get to the heart of leadership, so I won't waste time explaining my absence. Don't bother asking."

"And that's the very first thing you need to understand about leadership. There's room for nuance. You can be open with your sidekick. You can take input and suggestions. But the unique relationship with a sidekick requires one unyielding rule: what you say is final. If you can make that clear early, you might make it work for quite a while."

"But nobody said it was going to be easy to make that clear," Batman said as he pulled the shop remote out of his belt. After pressing a button, two ten year old boys with dark hair and plain matching outfits - with capes - appeared. One was dressed in red, the other in blue. "Meet Dane," he said, pointing to the red one, "and Jay. They're your sidekicks for this session. Pick one and lead him from the lobby here to the exit over there."

Batman pointed alllllllll the way across the convention hall. And then he pressed another button. Suddenly the hall was filled with people in costumes, booths, people who looked like they were probably famous for something or other, and all sorts of visual and audio stimulus that a ten year old boy might find rather distracting.

"No powers. No violence. Use whatever in-born leadership skills you have to lead your sidekick," Batman said. "Good luck."