Comparative Culture, Tuesday, Period One

[doubleohblonde]

Bond was nowhere in sight today. There was, however, a sign up at the front of the classroom.

Class cancelled due to severe glitter hangover.

Not that Bond actually had a glitter hangover, but it sounded more interesting than 'woke up with a raging head-cold'.

[ooc: cannot brain. no class means no ocd.]

Heroic Tales, Wednesday, Period Two

[toteshammered.livejournal.com]

Today, as the students stepped into the Danger Shop, they'd find themselves on the deck of a sailing ship. Not for long, though. As soon as class actually began, what appeared to be nice sailing weather quickly turned stormy. It wasn't long before it became clear that staying on the boat wasn't an option as it began to capsize. Thor directed everyone to swim for a nearby island, and for those who couldn't swim, well... thankfully the Danger Shop had safety protocols, so nobody was about to go under. They'd just find themselves somehow on the shore of the island as well.

Once everyone was ashore, the storm died off quickly, and class began in earnest.

"Well, it seems as if we are stranded. Look around you," Thor directed, waving an arm at the various sorts of moddable ship detritus that had washed ashore with them. "Gather anything that you believe may be useful while you await rescue. Keep in mind that we have no working electronic communication devices," or, you know, that would be the case if this were real, because no one's cell phones were actually harmed in the making of this class, "and so we've no idea if rescue will be an hour from now or a year from now." A beat. "I am not actually going to keep you in the Danger Shop for a year. But for the sake of the story. As you can see, the weather in this region is often unpleasant, so a shelter of some sort might be a good idea, perhaps further inland." He gave everyone time to gather what they thought they'd need before leading them to the spot he'd indicated, where he shared instructions on how to build a lean-to, similar to the time the class had done this in the tundra, though there were far fewer trees this time around, and cutting them down would be a lot of work without a saw. There was, however, plenty of wood from the shipwreck, and the trees that were around had large, thick leaves, making them conveniently suitable for roofing materials.

Keeping Your Advantage: Terrain and You [Weds, 3rd Period]

[atreideslioness]

When students arrived at the Danger Shop today, they wouldn't find a Ghanima. Or at least, not one they recognized immediately.

Instead, there was an utterly adorable lioness cub lounging against the door, one with familiar blue-on-blue eyes. And, if you were the imaginative sort, its rather toothy yawn might have looked as if it was laughing at you.

If you wanted, you could go in and cue up any of places you'd visited in the semester to explore again. Ghanima wasn't going to stop you. But she wasn't going to begrudge anyone a day off, either.

How To Get By In A Hostile World, Wednesday

[suitably_heroic]

There were streaks of dirt and just a bit of oil on Atton's face as he arrived to the Danger Shop. See, he'd come straight here from Dantooine, and space, for the first time in years he really craved a shower, but: no time. He'd been tempted to host class at the Enclave instead, maybe get some work done, but 1) portals were expensive and 2) he didn't want to give Mical the satisfaction of seeing him encourage young people into public service or whatever. (Didn't they have a class for that already anyway?)

So instead, class. Danger Shop. Set up as a shop class, for the most part, though one side of the class looked more... traditional... than the other.

"Okay, we're going to start working our way back to the original premise of the class," Atton said, clearing his throat. "So. As a non- or lesser-powered person living in a multiverse full of people with crazy powers, the best tools you can have at your disposal are... well, as many tools as you can learn how to master. That can be figuring out how to feed yourself, but it can also mean knowing how to do all the technical stuff. Have you ever watched a grown super-powered being break his head over replacing a light bulb? I have."

It had been terribly stupid. Sadly, not Mical, or he could've held that over the guy's head, too.

"Today we're getting a little practical in two different ways. On the one hand--" he pointed to the more futuristic-looking part of the class, where consoles had been set up, "--hacking. You have no idea how often that can come in handy. And you don't really need to be an expert or anything - you just need to figure out the basics. Who knows, you, too, could one day wind up on a creepy space station full of homicidal robots with an angry old super-powered lady and her super-powered lady friend who runs around in her underwear, and then you'll need this."

That was kind of specific, Atton.

"Behind door two, we're going to be working with electrical poodoo. This is the Danger Shop, so you can't actually electrocute yourself, but please don't anyway. These lamps over here?" He pointed over there helpfully. "The wiring inside right now will probably set fire to your house, if it doesn't overload the generator and blow that up instead. Find the right wires and use them to replace the old wiring. If you need help..."

He helpfully put a giant stack of handouts at the desk. "These are the wiring handouts."

He put down another stack. "And that's the hacking. Sparkle, I see you've finally managed to cough up your hairball, go hand all of these out." Being an asshole showed that he cared about your absence. In Atton logic, anyway. "Get cracking."