Armed and Dangerous [Tuesday, Period Four]

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Bond had mailed his class to tell them to met him in a normal classroom today. Once they arrived, they would ahve seen a projector set up.

"Good afternoon," he began. "Now given that this subject is focused on teaching you basic technique, most of your classes have or are going to take place in a controlled environment, however you should always keep your surroundings in mind so that you can avoid danger and also take advantage of it. Many of the fight scenes in the movie do this, as well as showing how adapting your fighting and technique to suit your opponent can help you win."

Also it had sword-fights.

[Class Roster]

Library, Wednesday

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Something felt off in the library today. It was quiet. A little too quiet. Every so often, Sholeh would hear a muted whisper or a skitter of flipping pages or the muffled squeaking of hinges, but any time she turned around, there was nothing there to see. At least the disembodied voices usually spoke. This was just fraught silence.

Sholeh didn't like it. Whatever it was, it felt sneaky. And Sholeh didn't approve of sneakiness on general principle.

Eventually, Sholeh decided that she'd had just about enough and just didn't come back after Zhahar's third period class. She did leave a note before she left, though, just to be safe.

Library is doing something weird. Stay watchful.

[Remicaid day. Mod your library]

Friendship is Baking!!! - Wednesday

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There were bowls of pre-made sugar cookie dough (not from a tube, no), a selection of heart shaped cookie cutters, and a lovely assortment of frostings at the front of the class this afternoon. Because it was Valentine's week.

Fear for your lives.

Pinkie didn't know what this whole "Valentine's" business was? (Yes, she'd been here for years, but you didn't REALLY think she was paying that close attention, did you?) But it was also very close to Hearts and Hooves Day, and that had her very excited.

"Hellohellohello!" she greeted at the top of the class. "Raise your hoof -- uh, hand? Humans have hands right? -- if you have a very special somepony! -- er, very special somehuman!"

"You don't have to raise your hands," Derek added, helpfully. He dumped supplies on desks like a good little assistant. At least he wasn't wearing a 'Kiss the Cook' apron, okay?

Yet, honey. He's not wearing a 'Kiss the Cook' apron yet.

Pinkie pouted. "But I wanna know who has a very special somepony!" Yes. She was in fact whining.

Derek rolled his eyes. "It's private." Like his apron wearing!

Pinkie sighed. "You're just sad 'cause you don't have a very special somepony right now," she decided. "Oh! You're forgetting your apron!" She tossed it at his face.

Goddamnit, Pinkie.

That got a huff of extreme annoyance that always happened in this special classroom before the apron was put on without reading the text on it. With a lot more anger than strictly necessary, but. What can you do? "Today we're doing sugar cookies. You can give them out or eat them yourself."

"Or both!" Pinkie said. She had frosting all over her mouth. When did this happen?

It was probably best not to know.

Derek sighed again. "Or both. Get to work."