Choose Your Own Adventure, Thursday afternoon

[myownface]

The class was called 'Choose Your Own Adventure,' right? Well, after getting Kenzi's e-mail, Sparkle was going to step up to bat and choose his. He went and sent up a follow-up e-mail to his fellow classmates informing them that there would be a final this semester after all. Show up to the Danger Shop. Bring a... newspaper?

Apparently it was important. Just roll with it.

When they got there, they would find the place all decked out like a seaport, with Sparkle standing on top of a pirate ship that was flying the Jolly Roger and all. Atop his head, of course he was wearing a newspaper pirate hat.

"So, our esteemed captain be down with a touch 'o the scurvy today," he said, in a thick, piratey drawl. "This means we haven't got her guidance for the last voyage of the good ship, Bonne Aventure." A beat, and then he briefly was dropping the pirate accent to add, "It's a clever name if you know anything about Canadian naval history. Just roll with it. Anyway, this be a reverse-mutiny! Don your pirate caps - which you'll have to make yourselves out of the newspapers I had you bring, and let's be doing all those important mutiny things! First step is gatherin' yer effects. A proper hat, and make a cutlass out of cardboard if ye be so inclined. Second step? Plunderrrrr! Stop by the cafeteria and we'll get our fearless captain some proper gruel and grog to help speed her recovery. Then we can set off to her quarters, to wish her a speedy recovery, and that she'll be gettin' through this tough time with all her teeth intact. Arrrr."

He gave the group a grin, and then hoisted his own cardboard cutlass to the sky.

"For good Cap'n Kenzi! Let's set sail, ye scallywags!"

[Open! THIS BE A MUTINY. ARRRRR.]

Basic Cookery, Period One, Thursday

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"Welcome to our final class!" Thor greeted once all the students had filed in. "I do hope you've learned something throughout our time together," Thor himself had certainly learned a lot about Midgard's somewhat primitive food-preparation methods in the process of coming up with these classes. Not that he knew all that much about Asgardian methods to start with. He wasn't really the cooking type.

"For our final task, we are going to make ice cream. This task is normally something that would take several hours, but as it happens I have a good friend who is very clever when it comes to machinery and enjoys a challenge when it is set before him." Hence why everyone had a Stark Industries branded ice cream maker in front of them today.

"There are several variations of the recipe for you to choose from, so pick whichever flavour appeals to you." Thor walked them through the process of creating the mixture on the stove-top. "Now, the instructions say to wait until it is chilled, but that will not be necessary. You may pour it directly into the ice cream machine." He waited until they had done so.

"Most of the rest of the class will involve a test of patience," he said, sounding slightly apologetic, because tests of patience were something he personally struggled with. "Every ten minutes or so, open the lid to the machine and stir your mixture. It should gradually become more difficult to do so as it freezes." Hopefully, by the end of it all, they'd have some ice cream. "And yes, the machines are yours to take with you. I do hope you get some use out of them througout the rest of the summer."

Try Not to Die [Thursday, June 19, 2014]

[sith_happened]

"This is our last class," Anakin said. "Today we're going to the capital of the Hapes Consortium, a planet, conveniently enough, called Hapes. Due to the light reflected off of the seven moons surrounding Hapes and the shimmering nebulae of the Transitory Mists, the inhabitants of Hapes never know true night. Most of the surface is untouched due to the Hapan love of beauty, with Hapans preferring to stay in cities such as Ta'a Chume'Dan, the capital city of Hapes, which is also where we're going."

He sipped from his cup of coffee. "Hapes was original discovered by pirates who found it useful to have a planet completely hidden in a nebula for a home base. They abducted beautiful women over the millennia, and then the pirates themselves were wiped out for, well, being pirates. The women left behind on the planet formed a matriarchy, led by the Queen Mother, and let me assure you that there has never been a Hapan Queen Mother that you have ever wanted to piss off. Oh, and the Hapan people are considered to be on the ridiculously beautiful side of things, male and female, so please don't stare too hard."