Beach Fitness, Monday, Third Period

[so_hawkward]

When the students arrived at the beach today, they'd find Clint in the middle of two big mounds of sand, with two buckets of water balloons at his feet.

"Hey guys. I noticed last week that we have a nice balance of guys and ladies in our group here, so I figured a little competition might be fun," Clint said, kicking at one of the buckets. "Guys vs. girls, and the driest team wins. You each have a spot to plan for a few minutes, and I'm just going to be over there staying out of the crossfire." He had learned a thing or two about what the students here were capable of, after all.

Library, Sunday

[gavegoodface]

After two weeks on a futon, Face had just about melted into his mattress last night.

So naturally, today he was back to napping in his chair behind the desk. He needed his beauty sleep.

Creative Inspirations | Monday, period 1

[sharp_as_knives]

When the students met their teachers at the causeway, they might notice something very odd - Hannibal was wearing jeans. And not his plaid, designer, tailored jeans - fairly inexpensive blue jeans. And motorcycle boots. And a t-shirt. And a painstakingly neutral expression.

( Cut for length, because these two. )

Etiquette, Monday

[saddeserthermit]

If Obi-Wan had a single bit of sense left, he would not have been here, he was fairly certain. After all, the island had essentially taken him hostage last week, and now forced him back into a course he had had no plans to teach. He should have, by all means, gone back to Tatooine.

... and he had. For four days. Then the silence had become too much. Whatever progress he had made in making peace with himself, or at least the Living Force, had been dashed.

So it was a largely resigned-looking Obi-Wan who met the students in the Danger Shop, in what appeared to be a fairly normal meeting room.

"I suppose since we are all here, we might as well learn a few lessons about etiquette," he said. ( Class will begin at the beginning. And it will go wrong. )