Defending Yourself Against Magic | Tuesday, 4th period

[nuclear_snide]

The Danger Shop this week was split in half. One half was a classroom - well, Bob's idea of a classroom, which was more like a scriptorium than a modern classroom. The other half looked like it had last week - exactly as it had last week.

"Last week, your job was to stop our fictional Warden Morgan from fictionally killing every fictional person in the fictional city," Bob said. "Since I doubt everybody here knew what each other person was doing, I'm going to play it back for you now."( Read more... )

Creative Problem Solving, Tuesday, period 3

[vdistinctive]

The Danger Shop today was programmed to look like the courtyard in front of a large, swanky mansion, with four sets of elegant French doors closed on what looked like quite the elegant gala going on inside. Eliot stood with his arms crossed next to a fountain in the middle of the courtyard, nodding to the students as they came in.

Parker was wearing a cocktail dress. That was her only apparent concession to the venue; her hair wasn’t done, she wasn’t wearing jewelry. Or make-up. Or shoes.

“Today instead of busting out? You’re busting in. Although, you know, if you want to be subtle, you can do that too.”

"Behind us is the party of the year. Full of rich, influential people, good music, and some of the finest damn fondue you're gonna get outside of southern Europe." If Eliot did say so himself. "To get in, you gotta get past one of these four people." He hit a button and a simulated doorman appeared in front of each of the french doors. Two looked just like him, only in different outfits. Two looked just like Parker.

"How you do that is up to you. You could dress up and try to look all fancy and talk your way in. You could dress down an' tell 'em you're staff and talk your way in. You could distract 'em and sneak your way in. You could try fighting 'em." He smiled. "That's usually my favorite, but not usually for gettin' in."

Parker rolled her eyes at that. “Anyway, there are security guys around. I won’t say how many. So if you do decide to start a fight, it probably won’t finish up one-on-one. Have an exit plan!” She shook a finger at them. “Remember! Only people who can’t run go to jail for assault with a deadly weapon!”

Eliot frowned. "That is not a saying." Just so the kids understood that. "Parker just made that up."

Which wasn't saying it wasn't true.

Basic Mis-Intelligence [Monday, Period 2]

[doubleohblonde]

The Danger Shop still had the Art Deco styling from last week.

"I hope you all enjoyed last week's offering," Bond said after greeting the class. "Today we'll be watching a less fantastical take on a somewhat similar character, focusing on her wartime activites. In turn, it should be noted that both chractes draw inspiration from numerous real life womean, such as the late Nacy Wake, who served in operations much like the one depicted here throughout the various theatres of the war."

[Class Roster]

How to Develop a Personal Style [Tuesday]

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Irene was doing something unprecedented today. Something she had not yet dared to do. Something she could not believe she was doing. Granted, it fit with the class topic she'd chosen for today, because sometimes one had to acquiesce to the will of teenagers, but...still. This was nearly beyond the pale.

Irene...was wearing pants. And not just any pants: jeans. Three hundred dollar jeans, yes, that she'd paired with cashmere and Louboutins, but still. Why didn't she just wear a garbage bag while she was at it? She hadn't even bothered to put her hair up, since she was taking a casual day.

"Good morning," she said crisply, waving. This week, they were meeting in the Danger Shop again, though their climate was hardly so extreme -- Irene had programmed it to be the gigantic denim showroom of a department store (though she'd not programmed it beyond the whole 'look at jeans!' thing, so no one need venture off to look at blenders or something.) "Last week was a good test in pairing practicality with style. This week, I want to tackle a basic article of clothing, and see what you do there. Nearly everyone wears jeans -- even me." She winked conspiratorially and added, "Don't tell anyone, okay?"

She quickly passed out a couple of handouts on the typical women's and men's fits they'd find available -- though they were of course welcome to dip into either gender's offerings if students were more comfortable with that. She wasn't going to judge. Men's trousers looked wildly more comfy than women's, most of the time. "What I want you to do today is to find yourself a pair of jeans that you could realistically see yourself wearing every day, and explain to the class what you like about them. You're welcome to try loads of things on, for fun, but by the end of class, tell me what you like about the pair you picked out -- do they fit well? Do you like the wash, or the cut? Are they warm? Are they stiff for you to break in, or already loose enough that you could do the splits?" She winced, and added, "That's a sign you probably need to go down a size, by the way."

She waved them off. "Set to it! And have fun out there, darlings."

cafeteria: tuesday lunch time

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Nathan wasn't sure he'd ever been in the school's lunch room, if he was honest. He tended to eat in town or in his room so the lunch room had been largely ignored. But, after his class, he'd made a stop in there just to check it out.

He'd seen places like this back home but had never had the money to actually participate so he was actually a little fascinated by the whole thing. It kind of made amazed that he could still be amazed by mundane things. But, it was a thing and he was going to accept it.

He grabbed some food and a drink before sitting down to eat. Maybe he'd have to do this more often since he guessed it'd save both money and time and he wouldn't have to walk all those stairs. He had an errant thought that Gabriel would probably laugh at something like this before he pushed it away.

Thoughts for later.

[Open. This just hadn't been used in awhile and I wanted to post here.]

Ethics, Tuesday

[saddeserthermit]

The vast majority of the glitter had long since left Obi-Wan's hair and clothes, but there were scraps still left in his beard and in the folds of his robes. Luckily, not enough that it went trailing everywhere as he stepped into the class... but there was still more of it fluttering to the ground than he felt was dignified to admit to. "Last week," he said, "you suffered the stuff of a teenager's nightmares: being unable to lie. It would be prudent to reflect on that, I feel."

Anakin made a barely perceptible grimace at that. He wasn't big on reflection in general, and on examining involuntary word vomit in particular. "Sometimes we're keeping things to ourselves for a reason," he offered. "It's like ripping off armor to share personal stories with people we might not have voluntarily chosen in other circumstances."

"But the consequences of telling such lies can also be grim," Obi-Wan said. Not that he was looking at anyone in particular here. Anakin. "It might not be the best course of action to default to."

Because "Soooooo, I kind of got married?" would have gone over so well back in the day, Obi-Wan. "Perhaps not," he said with a seemingly unconcerned shrug, "but it is an understandable one. We won't ask you to tell us your secrets unless you choose to reveal specifics."

Yes, because that marriage had turned out to be such a brilliant idea. And who knew what consequences could have been averted had Anakin at least-- well, never mind that. "Instead, we want you to find a partner to speak with," Obi-Wan said. "Share a lie you once told that you decided to give up, and what motivated you to do so. Then discuss whether your reasons to keep the lie were valid - and whether the consequences of giving it up were as grim as you suspected."

As opposed to letting it wait until you'd already turned to the dark side over some visions you didn't tell anyone besides a Sith Lord about.

Well, it wasn't like anyone else knew Palpatine had been a Sith Lord either. Anakin shot Obi-Wan a look, then added with the mix of frustration and resignation that came from a decade of living in someone else's pocket, "And if you were lying about how badly injured you were, know that was always a bad choice."

'Not knowing Palpatine was a Sith Lord' was fairly high up on the list of things Obi-Wan spent a great deal of time kicking himself about, as it transpired. "Never lie to a healer," he agreed. Was Anakin talking about lying to anyone else about that? Pffft, surely not.

Anakin shot the class a "You see? You see what I put up with?" look, then waved his hand. "Go ahead and pair up and talk about what you learned, even if it's 'I shouldn't do a radio broadcast without access to quality duct tape.'"

Obi-Wan furrowed his brow and reached up to pluck some glitter out of his beard. "A radio broadcast...?"

Lie, lie, lie, Anakin.

Yes, kids, watch your ETHICS TEACHER lie bald-faced and without the slightest remorse to his co-teacher. "Nothing important," he declared. "Not your concern."

Obi-Wan shot him a quizzical look. "If that is what you believe to be true," he said mildly. "Class, please proceed."