Library, Thursday (3/19)

[wildandbrave]

Last week's run-in with the teal deer meant that Cosette had been avoiding the preserve on her morning walks of late. (She was very put out by this. She liked walking in the preserve, and felt it was very inconsiderate of something to force her to change up that part of her routine.)

By now, though, walking around anywhere in town made it difficult to overlook the fact that something was wrong, and the sorry state of the plant life was both upsetting and concerning to her.

She'd be spending most of her spare time, this week, alternately perusing the botany books and making sure that particular section of the stacks was in good order just in case anyone with more knowledge on the subject than she had wanted to take a look.

Self Defense, Thursday, Period One

[suitably_heroic]

Space, Atton needed to get off this island. He still wasn't sure whether it was something firing off wrong in his head whenever he was here, or something actually the matter with the island at large, but it was better when he was back on Coruscant. He was looking forward to getting back there Friday night, that was for sure.

Still, it wasn't a visibly exhausted Atton who met them at the Danger Shop. He'd dug up his old laser tag sim, because that was always good practice, and they were at that point now: time to work on the reflexes. Behind him, the area had been set up with a maze-like series of walls, most full height, some half-height. There were windows, and doors, and even the occasional spot of furniture.

"I want each of you to grab a harness," he said, "based on which team I'm assigning you to. Grab a blaster in the same color. Blast your opposing team, and you get a point. Blast someone on your own team, and you subtract a point. It's pretty simple."

Beat.

"Now go forth and conquer."

The lights in the Danger Shop dimmed.

The Art of BS, Thursday, March 19, 2015, 4th period

[professor-lyman.livejournal.com]

"First of all, thanks to Kathy for taking over class last week while I was being very busy and important," Josh said. "In possibly related news, Representative Aaron Schock of the great state of Illinois, resigned from Congress on Tuesday. Now one of the great sources of BS of all time is a resignation press release, especially if criminal charges might be pending. Let's take a look at Schock's and try to break it down into real English, all right?"

Was Josh looking a little gleeful about this?

You bet your ass he was.

History of Poisons, Thursday Per 2

[glacial_queen]

To say that Karla was distracted today would be an understatement. She'd already been overtired when she got to Fandom. Add that to feeling whatever was wrong with the island and discovering that Kayla could feel it, too, would be enough to shatter even the steadiest of nerves.

"Okay, what the Hell is going on?" she demanded, running a hand through hair already gone messy from the same gesture. "What's been going on with the land over the past week?! You lot live here--someone should be able to tell me something, right?"

She looked at her assembled students, waiting for someone to volunteer an answer. Anyone?

"Right. Class. You're here for class." You know, the class that had been absolutely forgotten about, yes. "I'm going out to figure out what the ffff--the Hell is wrong with the island. You can come along if you'd like. Otherwise....I don't care. Go research something poisonous. Come back next week with a new fact you learned about a poisonous plant. Whatever. Class dismissed."