Library, Thursday (11/13)

[wildandbrave]

Johnny's warnings from last night notwithstanding, Cosette came into the library this morning with plans of finding and reading the book that was the basis for the movie that had been on in the common room.

It was funny how, every time she had a spare moment and planned to head into the fiction section to find it, there would be a disturbance somewhere else in the stacks and she'd have to go reshelve books or mediate some petty but contentious standoff between genres.

Not that she was aware of it, but the library was looking out for her. Aw.

The Art of Baking with Friends, Thursday

[locointhecoco]

Pinkie wore a cartoonishly large chef's hat, today, as well as a long, thin, curly mustache. "Bonjour étudiants!" she greeted. Because of course the pony from a world without France spoke French. Of course.

Fortunately for -- well, mostly for said pony's super non-French speaking mun, but also any students who also didn't speak French -- she continued in English. Albeit with a really weird faux-French accent. "Today! We will be making ze tahsty, flahky Frahnch brahkfahst stahple: ze CROISSANT!"

"Mon Dieu," Derek sighed. Because canon said he knew languages. And that hasn't been retconned yet. So. "We brought you pre-made croissants to try as well since these can be difficult to make."

And by 'difficult' he meant 'I WILL MURDER YOUR CHILDREN, YOU BASTARD OF A PASTRY'.

"Ze Frahnch pahstrie, she requires PAHTIENCE!" Pinkie declared. "Und diligence!"

. . . Wait, did she just go German?

You know, it's probably best not to worry about it.

"But ve vill persevere! Und in ze ahnd, ve vill has ze, how you say . . . DELICIOUSNESS!"

Derek sighed again, passing out the recipe with directions. "Your accent is terrible," he hissed at her. "If you need help, let us know."

"You pronounced 'hilarious' wrong," Pinkie hissed back. "And why aren't you wearing your mustache?!"

The key to French cooking was clearly in the mustache.

"You don't want to see me with a mustache," Derek muttered. You wouldn't like him with a mustache.

The Art of Meditation and Kicking Ass [Thursday, November 13, 2014, 2nd period]

[sith_happened]

Today the students would come in to find the Danger Room clear of mats or punching bags. Instead they would find handles of training lightsabers and helmets, that, when worn, would cover their eyes entirely. "Today we'll put together your ability to calm your mind and concentrate with some defensive and offensive training," Anakin said, smiling. "These are training lightsabers," he said, flicking on to life with a familiar (for him, at least) snap-hiss. "The real weapon could remove a hand, leg or head if you haven't been properly trained with it. These will just numb your limb for a while if you are being stupid enough to hit yourself with it."

He put the helmet over his head--looking fairly stupid--and explained, "This blocks your sight, so you must rely on your other senses to block the training drone from shooting you. Still your mind, be calm, and listen. You'll hear where the drone is before it shoots at you."

He raised a hand and the drones lifted into the air as well. "Ready?"

Creative Writing--So Simple Even You Can Do It! (Probably)

[doesdoctorstuff.livejournal.com]

Navaan blinked owlishly at her students as they filed into the classroom again. She'd been out on the mainland until almost dawn and the few hours of sleep she'd caught before class started hadn't really been enough to make her feel awake.

Mornings were stupid anyway. Nobody liked them. What purpose did they serve, besides to give people more time to sleep?

On the other hand, it had made today's subject fairly easy to plan. So that was something, right? "All right, all right, we've been talking a lot about, you know, writing. And that's important for writing a book. But just because you know how to write doesn't mean that you're always up for it. Usually, if that happens, you can just roll over and go back to sleep, but sometimes that's not always a possibility. Maybe you've got a deadline coming up or maybe you made a bet that you could totally write a chapter after a bar crawl or maybe you're super-hungover but you have to write another story to put the Great Fell Beast of Thowikstal back into his not-really-eternal slumber. Point is, there are lots of times you're going to have to write when you really don't wanna. Fortunately, there are a lot of things you can drink to give you that extra oomph during your scene."

( Snipped for a discussion of alcohol )