Monday, January 12th, 2015

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Barry wasn't up for the Libraries usual shenanigans today. Especially when it came to dealing with the self-help and the etiquette books who seemed to keep dropping off the shelves with oh-so-helpful and topical titles.

So Barry was ignoring them and sitting behind the desk as he supervised some of his experiments remotely with his tablet.

And occasionally shouting at the books to re-shelve themselves.

[No OCD]
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Class met in the Danger Shop this week, and at the front of it were a masonry oven, a cooking pit, a rather fancy grill, and a stainless steel oven. The whole room smelled like baking flour and sugar.

Baking! )
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Class today started with smart phones. Enough phones to hand out to the entire class while still having a few left over for Tony to do something with them. Like make a new Skrull detector.

Just in case.

His paranoia was perfectly justified,  all things considered.

"Alright,  everyone have a phone? Good. They're yours now. Enjoy. They're moderately dumbed down versions of the Avengers' cards, so they'll still work in other universes,  galaxies, and have a slightly higher chance of surviving the combined destructive force of the Hulk and Hawkeye."

But they would still break. And make Tony cry a little. But they were manly tears.

"Okay, so let's start simple," Tony said, clapping his hands together. "Radio. Yeah, it even sounds old fashioned, right? But, be that as it may, it's still pretty relevant. The basic tech of a radio is how we now have cell phones and wifi."

Fun, right?

"So, we have two basic parts here: a transmitter and a receiver. Transmitter being a power source and some metal connected in some manner to send out electromagnetic energy. The bigger the power source, the further it will travel generally. The receiver would be something like an antenna, a metal rod. This energy travels in waves--picture the ocean. Watching waves come in. The water is the energy, constantly pulsing outwards. Now, of course, we can't see or feel them and they're moving fast enough that thousands happen every second, but they're there."

By the end if the little lecture, Tony had managed to get himself distracted with pulling apart one of the phones he'd brought along to gut the poor thing. It took a moment before he remembered the whole teaching thing. "Homework! Sucks, I know. But apparently I need to take this teaching thing seriously. On my desk are parts and instructions for putting together a basic radio. Do it or don't. It's more fun if you do."
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Today, Parker was in black again. And looking very perky, outside a Danger Shop- created door.

“Something a little different from last week. There will not be cake. Sadly.”

Eliot tried not to facepalm in front of the students. This was going to be a Thing all semester, wasn't it. "Last week you all proved you're completely nuts," he said. "Except for Amy." STAIRS WERE A VALID LIFESTYLE CHOICE. "This week, we're going to see how you do getting out of a situation when you can't just leap off the side of a building."

Parker opened the door to reveal… a large storage closet. Paint buckets, a bookcase piled with tools of varying usefulness, and one small lit light-bulb were evident-- as was an air-duct with a small grate across it, just above head-height.

“We have enough closets for everybody. Or you can team up, and be locked in together. Object: get out of here before whoever put you in here comes back!”

"That's a simulated 'whoever'," Eliot noted. "We don't mean us." They weren't the bad guys in the class scenario. This time. "Once you're out, head for the room at the end of this hall." Eliot pointed to another closed, presumably locked door. "Where there will be something that isn't cake." You're welcome, Parker. "If you choose to team up, every person on the team has to make it, or you all fail."

“So don’t mess this up!... or stay in there just ‘cause it’s fun. I’m looking at some of you. You know who you are.” Or not.
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The Danger Shop was set up almost exactly the same as last week, only now the walls had a lovely, retro, Art Deco feel.

"Good morning," Bond greeted them. "Today's offering was a bit of a late addition to the course, but there was fortuitous timing with this show's premiere, so it would have been remiss not to include it. I am of course, talking about Agent M, of which we'll be watching the first two episodes. As this series is currently airing, I do expect you to keep up with it outside of class." Such a hardship, that.

"Now, something to keep in mind before we start watching. While Agent M inhabits a world somewhat more fantastical than this one, the series does draw from various post-war transitions that occurred in the real world, both specific to the intelligence community, with female agents having their wartime contributions dismissed in peacetime, and more generally. But enough talking for now."

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