Friendship is Teamwork!!!, Wednesday, Period 1

[locointhecoco]

Class met in the Danger Shop again, today, and were met not with the usual grim and goofy duo, but instead with just Pinkie Pie, sproining up and down, wearing a referee's striped shirt, a snorkel and mask, and flippers on all four hooves.

The Danger Shop itself was suspiciously empty. Pinkie hadn't started the program yet. That outfit, though -- it just couldn't bode well.

"Derek isn't going to be joining us, today," she said, pausing in her sproinging for a bit of epic sad pony face, then picking right up on the cheer where she left off. "But that's okay 'cause I've planned an extra special class for all of you to make up for it!"

Translation: Derek wasn't here to reign her in, and as such the students were about to be subjected to pure, unadulterated Pinkie Pie.

Honestly, if you were to leave now, no one could blame you.

Pinkie sproinged her way into the center of the room, getting more and more air on each bounce, until after a suspiciously high jump the floor suddenly turned to water and she came splashing down with a squeal of glee. "I read on the internet that polo is played with horses!" she . . . explained? I guess? "So today we're all playing water polo! Eeee!" She batted a floating red playground ball in the students' general direction. "So grab a ball and get playing!"

Basic Questing! Wednesday, Period Four

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There was a pile of winter-weather gear waiting for the students just outside the door today. Hopefully everyone understood the implicit instructions and got properly dressed, because as soon as they stepped in the Danger Shop they'd find themselves in the midst of a simulated blizzard.

The packs of supplies as well as a choice of short-range weapons- sword, axe, or warhammer (of course) were ready as Thor explained their task for today.

"Your goal is to trek across this expanse, at the end of which you will build a shelter of snow and ice. Good luck!"

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

[atreideslioness]

"I apologize for missing the last two classes," Ghanima said as students arrived today. "My player has been ill There was a political situation at home that I needed to deal with in-person."

"Which means we have a lot to cover today." She turned and started writing on the boardf:

Sun Tzu said: We may distinguish six kinds of terrain, to wit:
(1) Accessible ground
(2) entangling ground
(3) temporizing ground
(4) narrow passes
(5) precipitous heights
(6) positions at a great distance from the enemy.

"Terrain. Which I am sure you are all dreadfully sick of hearing me talk about," Ghanima announced. "However, if you do not know where or how you stand, in any battle, you will lose. I cannot stress this enough. It doesn't matter if you're facing a troop of Sardaukar on Salusa Secundus, or trying to make dinner plans with a cranky significant other. If you cannot understand the terrain under your feet, you will find yourself on the wrong end of a metaphorical or physical blade."

"This all goes back to what we discussed that first week of class, 'Hence the saying: If you know the enemy and know yourself, your victory will not stand in doubt.' To know your soldiers, you must know yourself. You must be able to assess both the capabilities of your fighting force, and your own ability to command them in terrain before you. If you cannot give the soldiers what they need, even the most elite squad in the Empire can fall against a small handful of women and children." Not that Ghanima would know. At all.

"The eleventh chapter of Tzu's book speaks of both the varieties of ground found within terrain, and of leadership styles."

"I do not feel like going over territory disputes, I've done that enough this past week. Instead, we will look at the leadership aspects of the chapter. There are as many different styles of directing people as there are people in the universe. While Tzu has some very good, and very bad, ideas, I'm curious to see what qualities you look for in a leader."

"First, however, I want to hear how you did over the last week."

Breaking Things 101, Wednesday, Period 3

[electrocynic]

As soon as the students stepped into the Danger Shop today, they found themselves in a great big empty space. Huge, even. There was a ceiling, and there were walls, but they were all very very far away. Electroclash was standing not too far from the door.

And then she levitated off the floor.

"Did you guess it yet?" she asked. "If you didn't, you're bloody thick and haven't been paying attention." And she smirked at them, because really, she meant her abuse with love. Well, grudging acceptance. Kinda. "But I'll spell it out for ya: we're breaking the laws of physics today. Mostly that depressing bitch, gravity."

Look, it was stupid that only stupid capes like Excelsor had the power of flight.

"So your task today is to fly around. But if anyone tries to don a yellow cape, they're out of here."

Library, Wednesday

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Sholeh had a secret: she was rather vain about her hair. No, it wasn't Zhahar's golden waves, but her red curls were at least interesting and kind of pretty, especially in the sunlight. Today, however, she'd woken up to hair that wasn't just red, but almost crimson. Bright and glaring and completely fake-looking--it was not a flattering color at all!

The bright shades of her hair nearly distracted her from how much paler her skin had gotten overnight and, EVEN WORSE, how much darker her freckles had become. She looked like a candy cane, but with speckles instead of stripes!

Today, your aide was sporting crimson hair and scarlet spots and did not look happy about either. Proceed with caution.

[No OCD today, woo!]

Literature 101- Thursday- 4th period

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Jess hadn't been in this town long enough for certain things, which was why she was starting class off with marzipan in her hair.

"Hope everyone had a good Thanksgiving, or at least a good day off... and it's raining things from the sky. Things not water," Jess said. "Or snow. Some kind of precipitation. That isn't happening. I mean, we all noticed that, right? Not just me? Anyway, okay, so two weeks ago I gave you the meta for A Tale of Two Cities, and you've all had plenty of time to read, so your book reports are due next week- last ones, I promise- and this week, why don't we talk about it a little."

And then a piece of marzipan fell out of her hair, and she tried to kick it under her desk with her shoe before anyone noticed.