Careers something something whatever [Friday, period 1]

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Today, the students met once again in the mindfuck room, which Cheryl had (somehow) programmed to look like an expansive, luxurious mansion. Careful observers may have noticed that the portrait on the wall had at least one pretty familiar face, though she wasn't wearing her tiara now.

"Hi nerds, welcome to my house," Cheryl said, welcomingly. "Or, like, what my house in Manhattan looks like, anyway. House-mirage. Anyway, today we're gonna learn about how to be heiresses. I know it might look easy, but it's super-not. You have to dress well, you have to develop a persona, and you have to find a fellow rich person to support you in case your money ever runs out. Which mine won't, but still."

She gestured over to where there were racks and racks of moddable very elegant clothing. "Make yourselves look fabulous, like heiresses. And then your assignment this week is to develop an eccentric heiress persona. Are you some charitable dumbfuck? Are you like Paris Hilton and you're gonna need a purse-dog? Are you a stunning railroad tycooness who works as a secretary to keep her overstimulated brain from telling her to set her ocelot on her students?"

At that moment, there was a roar from elsewhere in the house. "Speaking of, he's here. My pet ocelot. Or else that was Pam. She wandered off, too." Pause, frown, and then, "I hope they don't run into each other. Or get lost in our Underground Railroad tunnels. Or run into each other in our Underground Railroad tunnels. Oh, wait, yes I do, that sounds awesome."

Teamwork for Jerks, Friday

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Class met in the Danger Shop, which had been programmed to resemble a rural part of Tuchanka. Ash and rubble were scattered on the reddish ground, and yellow smog hazed the uncomfortably hot air. Decaying buildings rose in the distance. Only a few thick-stemmed plants grew, and even they looked sick.

The only shelter in the immediate area was offered by an open-sided canopy, under which the class gathered. A rickety-looking Kodiak Drop Shuttle was parked on the ground a few meters to their left.

"Welcome to old-school Tuchanka, kids," Jack said jauntily once everyone was assembled. "Where you shouldn't drink the water and even the damn plants want to kill you. Your team project for today is to make a plan and then work together to get us out of this place. That's your ride off the planet" -- she nodded to the shuttle -- "but the hitch is, it's busted. Mass effect field controls went haywire. You can either rig together a fix from what you find here or sweet-talk the Krogans into helping you out. Good luck with that second one."

She hit a button on her omnitool, pulling up a hologram of a Krogan soldier in full combat gear. "This is a Krogan. We're pretty far from the population center, but there are still a couple military patrols that should swing by. Be careful with those. Krogans get mad easy, and they aren't real big on thinking before they shoot. But they do have the tech to get our combat cockroach off the ground."