The Day After Doomsday, Wednesday, Period 4

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Today's class was in the Danger Shop. Why? Because if you think Barry was passing up the chance to play with that technologies you're fucking insane.

However the fact that Barry was wearing a spiked red-hair wig and a black suit for class was just for fun.

When the class entered the danger shop today they'd find that the room had been turned into a massive sporting goods store with piles upon piles of sporting goods, camping gear and some random technologies. They'd also find duffel bags with each student's name on them.

That might explain something about the class. Why there were giant buzzards wearing top hats and flying around the room was another thing. Let's not even ask why they are carrying the heads of former government leaders encased in glass jars.

"Rookies," Barry drawled. "Rookies. Rookies. Rookies. Yo."

He gave the class a grin.

"So our illustrious teacher is a giant fucking bird," Barry informed the class. "And going by the syllabus we're supposed to brace ourselves and know where are fucking heads are. Whatever the fuck that means. Zoto."

Barry waved his hand around the room. "So here's what we're going to do. Yo. This shit piled around here? It's real. I brought it in for today's class. Your job today is to build a bug out bag. When the fucking shit hits the fan you're going to have this bag with you to keep you going until something more permanent can be fucking established. Here's the deal though... you can only take fifteen items for your bag. And the items in particular have to go to establishing a shelter, providing food and water, first aid and protection. Best combination of items gets you a gift certificate to Red Lobster. If your items can do double duty? Even better."

Barry grinned. "So pick your shit and tell me why you picked it out."

...

"Zoto."

Beach & Ocean Appreciation, Wednesday, Period 3

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Today, a net had been set up for, "Beach volleyball," Herc announced, tossing a volleyball toward the students. "For the unfamiliar, the rules are as follows: handwavey speech goes here. Beach volleyball has a few points over regular volleyball, specifically, sand is a bit nicer to fall on than concrete or wood. Plus, it's just fun. So, team up, or don't, and play some volleyball. Don't try to get me involved, I'm too old for this."

These United States [Wednesday, June 4, 2014]

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Today Josh was wearing a kickin' pair of mouse ears on his head. He was still also wearing a tie because Josh, but at least he was trying to get into the spirit of the place he'd taken the class?

It was baby steps for Josh--he wasn't that great at having fun.

"Welcome to EPCOT Center," he said, pointing to the giant golf ball...thing...in the center of the park. "Because this is still school and this stuff should be educational and if you wanted to go on rollercoasters, you should've signed up for Riley's class. EPCOT is an acronym for Experimental Prototype Community of Tomorrow; a Utopian city of the future planned by Walt Disney, the man who brought you most of the definitive childhood cartoons and costume and toy tie-ins for the last seventy years or so." Josh then went on a ten minute rant about what Disney was doing to intellectual property rights before remembering that he'd taken the students to an amusement park and they'd probably want to explore that.

"The park is divided into two sections: Future World and World Showcase," he continued. "Future World consists of a variety of pavilions that explore innovative aspects and applications including technology and science. Future World also serves as the park's main entrance and features the park's iconic landmark, Spaceship Earth--the golf ball--which houses a themed attraction inside. World Showcase is a large area reminiscent of a permanent world's fair containing eleven pavilions, each themed and dedicated to represent a specific country. The eleven pavilions surround the World Showcase Lagoon, a large man-made lake located in the center of World Showcase with a perimeter of 1.2 miles. In clockwise order, the eleven pavilions include: Mexico, Norway, China, Germany, Italy, United States, Japan, Morocco, France, United Kingdom and Canada." Josh made shooing motions. "Go. Enjoy. Eat weird food. Hit on the people in traditional dress."

Friendship is Fun and Games! Wednesday, Period 1

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The class met in the Danger Shop again today. The Danger Shop was Pinkie's faaaaaaaaaaavorite. Though she wasn't really sure why it was called the "Danger Shop". It didn't have nearly enough danger in it at all for that name.

Anywho, the class started in a grassy field, through which a brightly colored sidewalk ran, snaking its way towards a grove of thick, spicy smelling trees. In the distance were snowy hills, and to one side, a rainbow colored path led off into another grove, this one full of twisted, black trees and bushes full of what looked like peanuts.

Because peanuts totally grew on bushes. Shut up.

Beyond all that were pastel castle turrets rising into the sky, and somewhere a Wurlitzer organ played a bright, happy tune.

You could get a sugar high off the very air, in here.

"Hihihihihi everypony!" Pinkie greeted. She was wearing her fancy gala dress and as usual looking far too pleased to be here, so early in the morning. "Welcome to CANDYLAND!"

That's right, people, you're playing human Candyland.

You're welcome.