Wednesday, October 9th, 2013

[identity profile] toteshammered.livejournal.com
Class today was being held in the Danger Shop, which was programmed to resembled a forest campsite, complete with several small firepits- one for each student.

"First off," Thor began, "let me extend my sincere apologies for missing class last week. There was- something came up, with a friend back home." Okay, that wasn't exactly true. But Thor was not going to be sharing the details of his sex life with his students, thank you very much. "But let us move on. While most of us in our day to day lives need not worry where our next meal is coming from, while on a quest this is not always the case. Often, we are alone or perhaps with a few trusted friends, in an area where there are no kitchens or restaurants to satisfy our whims. So we must find- and prepare- our own meals. For that, you will need to know how to start a fire. Now, here on Midgard exist matches and lighteres, devices that make firestarting quite simple. Or perhaps you have some skill with magic, and can create a fire that way. Which is all well and good, but what if your matches are lost, or your magic unusable? What then?" he asked, and then beamed triumphantly at the class.

"Well! You are in luck, because there exist several other ways to start a fire. Each of you has the tools for a particular method of fire-starting. Go ahead and give it a try! If you're successful, feel free to try one of the other methods." He grinned. "Or, just come get some marshmallows to roast."
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[personal profile] atreideslioness
"Today we are going to discuss the breaking-down of tactics and use of energy," Ghanima announced briskly. "Energy, to Tzu, was vital in the directing of a force, as was the endless combination of tactics at his disposal."

In battle, there are not more than two methods of attack -- the direct and the indirect. )

"So. Energy feeding into tactics, and vice versa. What is an indirect tactic versus a direct one? How do you know? How does 'energy' work into it all?"

"Discuss."

[OOC: OCD UP!]
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The class was meeting up back in the regular classroom today, so no one had to worry about falling from simulated great heights. Hurray! On the other hand, there was a very large, official looking podium at the front of the classroom, with a very large, official looking lectern upon it, and a very stern, very serious looking Pinkie Pie (wearing a dashing official political person curly white wig) behind it.

"Fillies and gentlecolts," Pinkie said, raising one hoof for attention. "It has come to my attention that somewhere very close by there is a government that has closed its doors! For seven days, now, this government has simply not worked! Completely shut! Well, I'm here to tell you what we're going to do about this!"

She stepped down from the lectern and trotted over to the door to the classroom. "Here is a demonstration." She opened the door. She leaned out the door. She walked through it, then back through. "Opening doors does not have to be difficult!" she announced. "Really, anypony can do it! See?!"

Derek didn't really watch the news, but he was relatively sure this wasn't what the problem in Washington was. Which also meant that his speech was going to be no better than hers. Just more awkward.

"If doors--" Seriously? Doors? "--don't work." Derek mostly looked like he'd like to hide behind the pony rather than do any real planning.

"They should settle it in a fight." Yeah! That worked!

Aren't you guys glad you picked the class where the teachers suggested opening literal doors or a fistfight to solve political issues?

Pinkie gave Derek the stink-eye. "I dunnoooooo about that one," she said. "But if you really have to, then fight." Look, she and her friends fought things all the time, okay? "So what do you all think? Everypony get up and tell us what you would do to fix a broken government if you were in charge! Make it passionate! Make it persuasive! And mostly, make it interesting, 'cause really, nopony has that much of an attention span."
[personal profile] electrocynic
Today, the Danger Shop didn't look particularly interesting. In fact, when the students came in, there didn't seem to be a whole lot of stuff in there at all, at least not at first glance. Just a massive white wall in front of them. And Electroclash in front of the wall, naturally. Looking a bit pleased with herself.

"Morning, kiddos." It kind of wasn't morning anymore but did she care? Nah. "So far, we've covered breaking things on the small scale. Shit you can do with your hands – throwing things, burning things, whatever. And that's all well and good, but sometimes you need to go bigger. And since some of you may be angsting over whatever terribly deep teen drama you have from having to face various parental figures and friends this weekend, I figured we need to do some good bloody large-scale destruction today."

She glanced back towards the wall.

As if on cue, the wall behind her seemed to implode upon itself, bits of plaster and pipe and wooden frame flying in every possible direction courtesy of the massive metal ball that hung there, suspended at the apex of its arc before swinging back into the wild blue outside.

If people cared to look outside through the new opening in the wall, they'd see Sparkle sitting in the driver's seat of the crane that the wrecking ball was attached to. And even if they didn't care to look, they'd almost certainly hear the triumphant yelling that he was doing. Because, hi, this was freaking awesome.

And Electroclash agreed. She almost grinned at the rest of the students as she turned to face them again. (Not having even fliched at Sparkle busting through the wall, because well, that had been timed on purpose.) "We are wrecking walls today. Getting on the wrecking ball itself is also allowed if you want to copy popular pop singers and pair up, or you can just do what my sidekick is doing and swing the ball at the wall from afar. Both ways are brilliant. Let's get to it."
[identity profile] puppyinacup.livejournal.com
Wow, class was so much easier to deal with when everyone wasn't hopped up on hormones. Jess never thought she'd even have to think that thought.

"Last week I gave you the meta for Little Women, which focuses on four sisters in the 1800's, representing the different options women had back in those days. As you should know because I know you all read the book last week." Assuming everyone had been reading and not doing it last week. "You have one staying at home, one getting married, one focusing on work, and one kind of figuring out where she wants to be. Next week we're on break, so you'll have an extra week to work on your book reports, and yes, you have to do a book report over break but you still only have this class once a week so it's not a big deal, no one complain. So today we're going to do some discussing, and hopefully you remember over the next two weeks. No pressure."

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