Bluffing: Can't Read My... [Period 5, Wed]

[doubleohblonde]

Bond was not in the Danger Shop when the class arrived today, which wasn't the only thing that greeted the students. The casino was in a shambles, bullet holes in the walls, tables overturned, pot plants on fire. Additionally, the floor was covered in enough brightly dyed feathers to costume six Vegas showgirls, there were a number of traffic cones lying on the bar, and an okapi was grazing on what greenery wasn't smoking.

Once the students had finished arriving, and had a few moments to take everything in, police burst in through all the entrances, demanding they put their hands up. "...what the hell is going on here?"

Apparently you were getting Bond's idea of a pop quiz today.

[Class Roster]

Live Entertainment Appreciation, Thursday, Period 5

[furnaceface]

"Today," Jono said, looking a little shy of completely exhausted as he stood on the Causeway waiting for his portal, "we're going to go to see some manner of sporting event."

Some manner. He'd just called up Portalocity and had asked for something that would keep his students entertained while he grumbled about bad dreams and insomnia to himself for a bit.

"Same rules as usual for sporting events apply, I assume. Feel free to pick a team or an athlete, cheer, what-have-you." The portal opened, and Jonothon promptly waved his students through it…

… to Olympia, circa 708 B.C.

At which point, he buried his face in his hand.

"And if you're not mature enough to handle an hour of watching naked male athletes racing or wrestling one another, the portal is right back that way. This is a history lesson, not a burlesque show."

Which was about all he really cared to say. Welcome to the ancient Olympic Games.

[Open!]

Current Affairs [Thursday, November 14, 2013]

[professor-lyman.livejournal.com]

"Right," Josh said, sipping from his coffee. "The very first numbers were released yesterday by the Department of Health and Human Services about how many new people have signed up for health care since the law was enacted a month ago. And drumroll please--" he banged on his desk for a bit, "--the number is not zero, but it's a lot closer to zero than it is to the half-million people they'd been hoping to announce. And while they were announcing the numbers, the website that had them on it crashed."

Josh rolled his eyes. "Somewhere in Heaven my old boss is screaming a lot about football metaphors and the White House tripping over their own feet. Democrats being Democrats--especially Democrats being up for election in 2014--are already starting to panic and are introducing various pieces of legislation that are basically the Covering Our Asses Acts of 2013. They are good and pissed that when Obama said 'if you like your plan, you can keep it' that was only mostly true. It's supposed to only apply to plans that didn't really cover anything anyway, but no one can check and realize that they're getting a better deal with this new law because the website is still terrible and it doesn't look like it'll be fixed before November 30th like the administration wanted."

He crossed his legs out in front of him. "Now some of this is because more states than they'd anticipated said screw it and didn't make their own websites, some of it's because the government is inherently terrible at making something that is nimble, and some of it is Republican Chicken Little-esque 'the sky is falling' rhetoric, but no one wants to hear excuses from a guy whose name is in the name of the thing, and the President's poll numbers are crashing. Now if you were in the White House, what would you be advising them to do? Other than hide under their desks until January?"