Defending Yourself Against Magic | Tuesday, 4th period

[nuclear_snide]

"Well, I've had no screaming diatribes from the school board, so I'll assume last week's lesson was a success." Bob wasted no time in getting down to business.

"So. ( Runes. )

[OOC: Sigh. So apparently Windows hates Unicode. I'll upload the glyphs as a pic tonight once I'm on my Mac. Sorry, guys!]

Creative Problem Solving, Tuesday, period 3

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

[Class #10: The Insecure Job]

“This week we’re doing something a little different: working on making your own stuff safe.” Parker was maintaining a strategic distance from Eliot, because if she didn’t, she’d start checking him over for evidence of alien overlords, and that could get violent. “You can go high-tech, with lasers, and safes, and hidden compartments…”

Eliot was pretending not to notice Parker keeping away from him. He wasn't doing a very good job. He stood stiffly, arms crossed over his chest, jaw clenched, occasionally shooting glances at her. "Or you can keep it simple," he said. "Low tech, easy to maintain, hard to hack. A couple basic snares and traps, let anyone going after your stuff know you mean business."

Parker didn’t look at him but her tone was pointed. “Of course, you want to be able to discourage people. But not get them hurt. That could get you sued, or worse, put in jail. And some people will be skilled or strong enough to get out of that kind of thing.”

"And some people are skilled and strong enough to get past the damn lasers and safes," Eliot said, tone about as pointy as it got. "Ain't a damn single thief these days who goes into an apartment expecting a bear trap."

Which made no counter point at all to the whole "getting someone hurt" thing. Eliot was currently perfectly okay with that part.

The expression Parker made at that was her usual ‘you people are insane’ only dialed up to eleven. “Okay! So. Take a look at the security displays here…” A wave to the left at the high-tech, a wave to the right, at the kludge-and-blood-worthy. “...and figure out what works for you.” A pause. “No maiming inside the classroom.” Just deal with that, Eliot.

Eliot rolled his eyes. "Ain't even like you could maim someone in here." For once he actually looked put out by that fact. "So just calm the hell down already, Parker."

The death-glare Parker shot him for that would have done well at taking down a small moon, or a Rebel base.

“Get started, people.”

[ocd is up!]

Basic Mis-Intelligence [Monday, Period 2]

[doubleohblonde]

Rather than the Danger Shop, class was being held in the computer lab today.

"Good morning," Bond greeted them. "Now as you've hopefully picked up, today we're going to be looking at ways in which intelligence work is portrayed in video game format, or at least we would have, except the vast majority of examples I was able to find were mostly in the vein of sneak around, shoot the enemy, and while that is a popular perception of spywork, there is also a lot of footwork going on behind the scenes to get to that point. So instead you're going to try your hands at a game that is more spy-adjacent than spy fiction."

[Class Roster]

How to Develop a Personal Style [Tuesday]

[teashopconman.livejournal.com]

"Hats!"

No, that wasn't your regular teacher, kids. And it wasn't your teacher as a man either though Hatter would think she couldn't have done better than looking like him, if she got that lucky. No, that was Hatter, your teacher for the day!

"Oh right, introductions," he said with sudden realization. "I'm Hatter and your dear sweet gem of a professor asked me to come by and teach you all about the wonderful fashion staple that is hats. Hats are for everyone! Now, I'm sure you're saying that I'm wrong, that your hat looks enormous in a hat and to that I say, you just haven't found the right hat yet!"

He was passionate about this, if you couldn't tell.

"For instance, my hat!" He held it for all to see and then promptly tossed it up into the air, let it flip around and then land easily on his head. "This hat looks amazing on me. It's not too big, it's not too small. It doesn't completely cover my eyes or draw attention to anything on my face. Not that there's anything unfortunate there."

Of course not!

"It provides some shade for the sun and gives me something to tip at pretty ladies as I walk," he continued. "What you want to look for in a hat is something that you both like and that accentuates your features. If I tried to wear a football helmet, I'd look right rubbish but it might fit you. If you tried to wear this hat of mine, I wouldn't let you but you'd also look ridiculous."

Irene was lucky she got away with wearing his hat, honestly.

"It can be a long, arduous process, this hat hunt," he added, gesturing to several large trunks that were spilling over with hats. "But ultimately, a hat can make or break an outfit. It can be the thing that pushes you over the line and into an exclusive club or pushes out into the dirty back alley. Don't count this small piece of fabric out. Make it work for you! Today, I want you all to find a hat that you love, that fits you, and that you think would give you confidence and attention. Go for it!"

Hats!

Ethics, Tuesday

[saddeserthermit]

On the downside, Anakin was still a cat.

On the upside, at least this time there were no interlopers.

Still, it was a harried-looking Obi-Wan who met them in the Danger Shop that day. He had been forced to put the eopies indoors for the time being; there was something about the local wildlife that seemed rather more menacing than it had been previously.

But that was another matter.

"Today, we will be trying our hand at an ethical exercise," he said. One he had dug up from the old logs of this class, in fact. "Lies are often seen as something terrible, something inherently injust. There are even some who would argue that one must always speak the truth."

Personally, he did usually speak the truth. He just chose his points of view wisely.

"But wartime and conflict can make such lofty notions less tenable," he said. "Occupying forces often pit local citizens against one another. Such is the case in this exercise. If I read off your name, you are a fugitive, attempting to escape persecution. You will have found yourself in the home of another students, the military hot on your heels. You have three minutes to convince the homeowner that hiding you is worth the risk. If you fail, you will be killed."

He glanced down at his datapad.

"If I do not read off your name, you are a homeowner," he said. "You have to decide if you will lie and say you have no idea where your classmate is, while your classmate tries to persuade you not to surrender them. If you get caught lying, you'll be killed as well. And your final option is, of course, to turn in your classmate for a small monetary reward."