Independent Study - Thursday, Period Three

[wandering-stone.livejournal.com]

Jones office looked pretty much like it did the week before. There was Jones reading her email, muffins and coffee and the remnants of an eel zero gravity unit and air tank.

Clearly Jones thought it could use further study.

Library, Thursday (1/22)

[wildandbrave]

Cosette was definitely glad that the island was eel-free today; that had been an unpleasant way to start off yesterday's morning walk, and she'd ended up taking refuge in the computer lab for most of the day, which as far as she was concerned wasn't the worst way to spend her time. Because she was really inordinately fond of the Internet, and especially of link-surfing through Wikipedia.

Still, she was glad to have a good reason to spend most of today inside as well, because the island seemed to have more of a, er, lingering marine ambiance than appealed to her.

Of course, when she walked in the first thing she found was a stray stack of books on marine biology lying on a table near the door, and she put her hands on her hips and glared at it. "Oh, so I see we're feeling a bit impudent today, hmm?" she asked the library at large.

But indulgently. Mostly indulgently.

History of Poisons, Thursday Per 2

[glacial_queen]

As Karla's note from last week had specified, today's class was instructed to meet at the Causeway. At 9:01, a portal opened, revealing a large room with several long tables, surrounded by drying plants and laboratory equipment. It looked like a cross between a stillroom, a classroom, and an alchemical lab. From what could be seen through a window set into the stone wall, the city outside the room was most certainly not Baltimore. Even the sunlight was different, the bright colors of early evening, rather than the diffuse light of morning. At the front of the room, an older woman stood in front of a chalkboard. The chalkboard was covered in a illustration of a plant and multiple notes. The woman was covered in a black gown that resembled cobwebs. She had pale blonde hair and was dressed in a long, black, somewhat cobwebby-looking gown and a large Opal necklace that hung down on her chest. People who took Karla's class last semester and spoke to the fortune teller would recognize her as Karla's old teacher, Helene. In the flesh, this time, rather than a hologram. "Hello," she said with a stiff nod. "Please step through the portal and find a seat. We have much to cover today."

( Any students declaring an Exalted March on Kaeleer gets an automatic F for the semester. )

Self Defense, Thursday, Period One

[suitably_heroic]

Class was meeting at the gym this week, and as the students would be able to tell as they entered the room, that wasn't the only change. Atton was there, looking exasperated, and he wasn't alone; next to him stood a tall woman with white hair wearing white robes and a white hood and... okay, she was just very white, okay? Let's go with that.

"Hey, class," Atton said. "So apparently somebody back home--" Mical, "let Brianna here know that I was teaching self defense, and she graciously offered her help in teaching you the basics of hand-to-hand combat."

"You were planning to teach Echani techniques," Brianna said. "I'm Echani. These are mine to share, not yours."

Atton rolled his eyes. "You might want to take that up with, oh, all of the Republic's special forces," he said. "Anyway, as some of you already know, there's this martial arts called Echani which was invented by - you guessed it - the Echani. The Echani..."

( Believe that to master one's self, one must master hand-to-hand combat. )

The Art of BS [Thursday, January 22, 2015]

[professor-lyman.livejournal.com]

"Well, yesterday was pretty gross," Josh said, "judging by the nastiness on the ground as I walked to school today. It smells like low tide out there."

Which, ew.

"But it does give us an excellent classroom exercise today now that we're free again to not tell the absolute truth all the time." Josh sat in his desk chair and put his feet up on the desk. "Public speaking time, kids! You have ten minutes to put together your talking points, then regale the class with a five minute speech about your amazing heroics yesterday in the Rain of Eels. If you aren't speaking, your job is to come up with questions to see if you can trip them up from their stories. The art in bullshitting is to give enough embellishment to make things interesting without it being laughably implausible. But we're starting with eels that fell from the sky, so...the margin of error around here is pretty big."

He waved his hand over his head. "Okay, then. Wow me."