Basic Questing! Wednesday, Period 4

[bearmaidenfair]

When Vider realized no teacher was going to be forthcoming today, she quickly concluded that it was her job to take over--and that provided inspiration.

"Right!" she said, popping out of her seat and hurrying to the front of the classroom. "I'm in charge this week, then. Sometimes, you don't get to prepare for a quest. Sometimes the quest just happens." Sometimes you were babysitting and the next thing you knew you were driving the getaway car for a god while a berserker held back a riot. "So I want you to take stock of what you have with you today--not the backpacks we prepared, just your clothes and what you brought with you to class--and think about what you have with you on a normal day, and consider how well you'd be prepared for a quest if one popped up. Maybe you'd need to get different shoes first thing." Vider had. "Or maybe you'd need to find a weapon first thing. But some of the things you have are probably useful, and it's better to think about what you can use them for now than in the middle of a crisis. So let's do that."

There. That seemed reasonable enough to her.

Friendship is Teamwork!!!, Wednesday, Period 1

[locointhecoco]

Hopefully everyone had gotten the handwavey note to head over to the danger shop. Otherwise... Awkward. There was one giant rope and a mud pit prepared for the class.

Hopefully you all can guess just what the plan for the day was. Just as hopefully, you all were prepared to get messy.

One of these things was a little bit more likely than the other, yes.

Pinkie stood to the side of the mud pit, dressed in a black and white striped shirt and matching cap, a comically oversized whistle in her mouth. She blew it sharply as class was due to start.

"Huh," she said, when it didn't seem to her to make a sound. "It must be broken."

Or it was possible that only werewolves and others with dog-like hearing could hear the result. Sorry, guys.

Which would be why Derek was on the floor, hands over his ears. He hated you so much, Pinkie. So, so much.

"Stop. The whistle."

"Omigosh!" Pinkie hurried over and poked at him with one hoof. "Are you okay? Do you need mouth to mouth?"

Noooooo.

Derek's eyebrows went right on up and he was scrambling to his feet. "No." God no. "Just give me the whistle."
Because he remembered AU kids, damn it.

Pinkie looked like she might object for a moment, then reluctantly handed the whistle over. He wasn't even wearing a ref uniform!

"Today we're playing tug-of-war," she said to the students. "And remember, flying is cheating!" Just because while none of them was a pegasus didn't mean they didn't need that reminder.

"It's supposed to teach you to work as teams," Derek said, crushing the whistle in his hand. And he held so much hope for the lesson.

"So sound off like you've got a pair!" Pinkie shouted. She'd heard that in a movie, once. "1-2-1-2 and make your teams! You!" she pointed to one of the students. "Start!"

Diplomacy, Relationships & Tactics: the Art of War [Wednesday]

[atreideslioness]

When the students came in this week, there was a passage from the eighth p'ien written on the chalk board.

There are roads which must not be followed,
armies which must be not attacked, towns which must
be besieged, positions which must not be contested,
commands of the sovereign which must not be obeyed.

"Sometimes, we must allow the distasteful thing to happen to make way for a greater victory." Ghanima was leaning against the wall, watching them from behind her glowing eyes. "Sacrifices must be made. This is most easily seen in war; sacking an innocent town for supplies, or killing civilians to prevent your position from being discovered."

"However, it doesn't just apply to physical combat." She pushed off the wall to pace between the rows of desks, looking at each of them. "What do you do when your boss, or 'sovereign' tells you to lie about something that happened at work? Or if reporting a crime implicates someone dear to you? Today, we discuss those choices, and how we know which battles must be fought, and which ones we must let pass us by. Sometimes it is a matter of personal conscience, while other times it is the good of one against well-being of the many."

Breaking Things 101, Wednesday, Period 3

[electrocynic]

This week, the Danger Shop was a quiet suburban neighbourhood at night. In fact, Electroclash may have specifically modelled it after light and wholesome 1950s TV shows. It just looked that sweet and peaceful. There were also plenty of cutesy garden gnomes in every yard.

Could you guess where this was going? You really should have been able to guess where this was going.

Especially after you took into account that Electroclash was dressed all in black like comical burglar. "Today, we are breaking things with stealth," she announced, perhaps a little too loudly for a statement involving stealth, but then she'd set the sim to not react to her yet, so whatever. "Sometimes, you need to break shit, but you have to do so you won't get noticed because, I don't know, getting in trouble for it is a pain in the arse. So your objective today is to kick garden gnomes to kitcshy bits without getting caught."

She paused, as if figuring out what else there was to say.

"Nah, I think that's it," she decided. "Watch out for poodles and angry homeowners. Get to it."

Library, Wednesday

[3girls-1core.livejournal.com]

Sholeh didn't normally use computers. They were fascinating, but she always felt like she was going to break one if she pushed the wrong button or clicked the wrong...thing...to click. But today, she was trying to use the computer to look up reviews of books on the internet, but it just wasn't working. It would be fine for a few minutes, then stop working, then be fine again. It was like the internet was a flickering candle and--

Could internets flicker? That was something for her to ask. Once she stopped being so darn frustrated by everything.

She glared at the "No Internet Connection" box that rose back up and wondered if there was someone she could write a letter to for the information instead.

Literature 101- Thursday- 4th period

[puppyinacup.livejournal.com]

No costumes again! Jess deserved a cookie, really. Or several. Ooh, was there a book where cookie-baking could be a thing?

Ahem.

"All right, boys and girls, go on ahead and pass up your the meta for Catcher in the Rye book reports," she began, waiting for those to come up to the front. "This coming week we're going to be reading the meta for Lord of the Flies, and I'll pass those out at the end of class because right now I'm interested in your thoughts on the last book. Because apparently people have feelings about it."

Which meant that if you asked any person in real life to give their opinion of the book you'd have to deal with them complaining about it or about hipsters liking it ironically so this was really all she probably had to do for class today.