Defending Yourself Against Magic | Tuesday, 4th period

[nuclear_snide]

Anybody who showed up to class today would get to see Bob materialising from smoke just barely on time.

He frowned impartially at them all.

"Congratulations; this week we have a practical demonstration. Often you won't know precisely what sort of magic you might be facing, which leads to one of the primary forms of defence - research. Class will be held in the library today. Try to work together with anyone else who's there and find out what's going on and how to fight it. Or bring cookies or something, I don't know. I'll see you there."

And that was Bob, dematerialising into smoke again. Hope you knew your way to the library on your own!

Basic Mis-Intelligence [Monday, Period 2]

[doubleohblonde]

Bond was nowhere to be seen this morning. Instead, there was a note on the door. Along with a stack of J,GoB gift cards.

Class cancelled due to unfortunate teal deer incident.
Treat yourself and avoid anywhere green blends in.

The Library - Tuesday

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

With all the freaky shit going on with the island today, Barry decided it would be a good idea to make sure the library was open today for any researchers to do some researching.

He was even nice enough to have coffee brought in from the perk. Normal coffee. Nothing that may have been brewed with acorns or anything.

For his part Barry was behind the main desk doing his own research by remotely accessing his lab via his tablet but would be available for anyone if they had questions.

How to Develop a Personal Style [Tuesday]

[begmetwice.livejournal.com]

"Sometimes, there are things more important than fashion," Irene greeted them today. She was as put-together as ever -- perhaps even more so, as today she'd picked out a pair of Escada leather pants and a tall pair of leather boots to go with them.

The better to protect herself from whatever was out there, of course.

"Sometimes your safety is more important," Irene elaborated, looking...probably the most sincere and serious that she had the whole semester. "So. I would really like it if none of you went outside, or tried to deal with -- whatever this is," she said, her voice stern. "But I know most of you won't listen to that. So, we'll explore other options. If you insist on being a moron and risking your safety for more than, say, a jog from one's apartment to one's job -- speaking from experience -- then wear something protective. Practical shoes. Trousers you can move in."

"Or," Irene added, striding over to a storage closet, "one of these, or these, or best yet, these. Now...free period. Go back to the dorms, or go to the library if that's your sort of thing. But don't go outside unless you have to, please? I'd like to see you all back here next week."

And she'd be sprinting home in her (low-heeled!) boots just as soon as they were all out, yes. The better to be safe -- and the better to regret her lack of phone.

If she'd bought it, she'd be long gone by now, after all.

Ethics, Tuesday, March 24, 2015

[sith_happened]

On the plus side, Anakin wasn't a cat any more! On the minus side, the island was giving him a serious case of "I've got a bad feeling about this."

"Spring is in the air," he deadpanned. "The snow melts, the flowers bloom, and something weird and creepy happens on the island."

At least he hadn't been locked onto the island without cell service for a while. Bright side.

And here Obi-Wan had spent the past week on Tatooine, bringing his eopies to safety and checking on Luke. Coming to the island was unpleasant, to put it mildly. "There is a disturbance in the Force," he said, because of course he did. "Something appears to be deeply wrong with this island, so we have decided to move this week's lesson into the next week."

"For those of you looking for something to do, the library is generally a good bet," Anakin said, "or the gun range, gym and salle if you prefer a less cerebral approach to problems, but only if you've used a weapon before in your life. This is not a good time to decide to take up fighting."

"So far, we have no reason to believe anything needs to be fought," Obi-Wan said lightly, shooting Anakin a glance. "I would encourage you all to remain safe, until the cause of the disturbance has been found. You may remain in the class and view instructional videos, or you may leave."

Anakin's nose wrinkled at the phrase "instructional videos." "I've been here a decade. Something almost always will need to be fought. It's kind of a thing."

"Anakin," Obi-Wan said, as he walked towards the holoprojector, "You always believe something needs to be fought."

"And I'm usually right," Anakin retorted.

"No, you usually believe you're right," Obi-Wan said. Not that he ever had that problem. "Which is something else entirely." He tapped the activation button. "This vid should demonstrate the importance of ethics in combat en--"

He frowned as the opening screen of the vid declared, in happy letters, SAFETY IS A JEDI'S FIRST RESPONSIBILITY "...this isn't the vid I chose..."

He was feeling a dawning sense of horror and recognition...

"Oh, I remember this one!" Anakin looked amused. "It's funny."

If you liked lightsaber accidents.

And young Obi-Wan being perky and ridiculous.

Present Obi-Wan pinched the bridge of his nose. "What did you do, Anakin?"

Anakin looked innocent in a way that no truly innocent person ever did. "Why are you blaming me?"

Mad Kings & Queens: Raving Royals and How To Survive Them (Wednesday, 2nd Period)

[atreideslioness]

"I apologize for missing last week," Ghanima announced from her perch on her desk, legs kicking against its front lightly as the students filed in. "I was called away to deal with a crisis at home, and came back to...this."

You could not corrupt sand the way these trees and the water had been fouled. As soon as this was dealt with, Ghanima would return to Dune for a long weekend to let the sun and sand scour the rot from her soul."

"If you feel the need to be elsewhere, go. For those of you who'd like to stay and continue your education instead of hurling yourself against a foe we know nothing about yet, we'll look at Anna of Saxony, a woman that was not very good at dealing with limits."

( Madness is tonic and invigorating. It makes the sane more sane. The only ones who are unable to profit by it are the insane. )

The Library, Wednesday

[talentforlying]

John had gone home long enough to get a good three hours of sleep in, shower, and then gotten back up and come into work.

Real coffee was out, you could ask for tea if you wanted it, and the librarian was in-and-out of Special Collections, bringing out the oldest books and scrolls he could find.

Good luck, Fandom. You were going to need it.