Armed and Dangerous [Tuesday, Period Four]

[doubleohblonde]

Bond had his class meet him in the Danger Shop, which looked close enough to the salle that the students might wonder why they weren't there instead.

"Good afternoon," Bond began once they'd all arrived. "I see a few familiar faces but for those of you who haven't taken any of my classes before, I'm Professor Bond, this class is Armed and Dangerous, and over the next few months we'll be covering various kinds of armed and unarmed combat. Which means a few points of order. One, I expect you to wear appropriate clothing for this class, which for the foreseeable future means loose, comfortable clothes you can easily move in, and closed toe shoes, as well as trying to avoid any jewellery that might catch. Two, while any weapons you use in this class will most likely be simulated, you will treat them with the same respect you would the real thing. I have no objections to those with experience showing off what they know, but no shooting apples off anyone's head or games of pinfinger."

"Speaking of experience, it's time for introductions, name, year, and what level of experience you have with fighting and with what weapons, if any, so that I can get an idea of where you all stand. If there's any weapon you have a burning desire to learn about, mention that as well and we'll see what happens."

[Class Roster]

Friendship is Baking!!!!1!, Wednesday, Period 3

[locointhecoco]

Ah, weren't you all glad you picked this class already? Because if not, there was plenty of time to change your mind with glitter, spontaneous song and dance numbers, and lurking in the distance.

Awww yeah.

There was already a lovely tray of cupcakes on display when students arrived, sitting there to tempt everyone with their delicious buttercream-ness. So, a food bribe helped make this a good class. Right? Right.

Pinkie stood behind the front desk, a chef's hat perched jauntily atop her mane, a pair of oven mitts -- with thumbs, it should be noted -- on her front hooves. Why would a pony have thumbed oven mitts? Why would a pony wear a saddle as a fashion accessory in a world where there was nothing to ride her? It's best just to not ask questions. Seriously. Don't ask them.

And Derek was costume free, wearing enough monotone clothing to look like he escaped a dystopian future. The blood stains on the hem of his shirt did not help this. "Welcome to class." He did not sound excited to see any of you.

That was alright, Pinkie was excited enough for FIVE of Derek. "Hihihihi!" she greeted the students. "Today, we have cupcakes!"

WAIT, WHERE DID THAT MUSIC COME FROM?

Derek took the musical cue to look hunted. Because this was all a horrible mistake that he kept making. It was like his life was only an endless cycle of misery for the entertainment of the masses. OH WAIT.

Pinkie burst into song without so much as a prelude, pulling out mixing bowls and dishes as she went. At the end of the first couple lines, she jumped up to plop a chef's hat on Derek's head. The second line, she shoved a white apron with "KISS ME, I'M GRUMPY" written on it onto him. By the end of the whole thirty second number, she'd managed to hand him a whisk, a dashing handlebar mustache, and the whole platter of cupcakes.

"Introduce yourselves!" she told the class. "Tell us your names, your favorite baked goods, and anything in particular you want to learn how to make, and then Derek will give you a cupcake!" She bounced, letting out a little ^EEEEE noise of excitement.

She just loved being a teacher SO MUCH, you guys. SO. MUCH.

Aaaaand Derek hated his life choices. And the mustache. Mostly the mustache. Which would be why that was promptly ripped off before he grabbed the damn tray of cupcakes.

Best. Teachers. Ever.

Library, Wednesday

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Sholeh loved the beginnings of semesters. Everything was always bright and filled with possibilities. Sure, she still had the occasional nightmare of being killed less than a month ago (as you do), but she was mostly able to ignore those and continue on being determinedly cheerful.

Because it was a new semester, dammit, and new semesters made her happy.

They also made for very little work to do in the library, as most people had returned their books from last semester and hadn't started taking out books for this one. But Sholeh was good at finding stuff for her to do. Like, say, dusting the books on the shelves. Individually.

One page at a time.

Just holler if you needed her! She'd probably hear you!

...Eventually.

Sexual Health ; Thursday ; Third Period

[beyonce_pad_thai]

Mindy didn't want to disclose how long she spent picking out her outfit for today, but ultimately settled on a cute skirt and blouse combo with a cardigan and an added tie for flair. Plus her glasses. That looked teacherly, right? She also brought with her a bright red apple, which she carried to class in her purse and stashed on the corner of the desk in the minutes before the class filtered in.

( There was another surprise in her purse but she was saving it for later. )

{ wait for the OCD! OCD up! }

MORE QUESTING! Thursday, Period Four

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It being the first day, the class was meeting in a regular classroom instead of the Danger Shop, where the majority of subsequent classes were likely to be held. Thor looked around at his students, pleased to see so many familiar faces.

"Welcome to More Questing!" he boomed. "If you participated in the class I held last semester, the idea behind this class is a similar one. If you did not, the purpose is simple: I am here to assist you in preparing yourself to deal with the kinds of tasks you may find yourself needing to complete as part of a quest. And a quest could be many things! Perhaps you are a young hero, eager to prove your cunning or strength. Or you have had a quest thrust upon you, and must act quickly to save someone you care about. And sometimes a quest could be a coming-of-age, proving that you are ready to become an adult member of your community."

"Now," he smiled again at the group. "Many of you I am familiar with already, but that does not mean you are familiar with each other. And so, as is traditional during the first week, I shall have you introduce yourselves, with your name, age, and a topic that you'd like to learn about in this class."

Once introductions were finished, Thor spoke once more. "Also, if anyone here is interested in the position of Teaching Assistant, please come speak to me."