Library, Sunday

[gavegoodface]

The library was back to normal, which meant that once he'd finished the usual round of returns and reshelving, Face was able to kick back and really work on his napping skills.

Like any skill, they took effort and practice.

Creative Inspirations | Monday, period one

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal smiled at the students as they arrived. "Welcome to our last trip this term. I hope you've all enjoyed our little jaunts and found them inspiring. For this week, I hope you aren't all entirely soured on spaceships. We've booked a portal to a space station some time in the future. We'll be observing Earth from space, at a time when the sun is expanding enough to make it uninhabitable. It's a sight I'm told is beautiful and awe-inspiring, and yet also impresses upon you the impermanence of all things."

//In case you're worried,// Jono added, //the sun isn't scheduled to pull this particular stunt for another five billion years, so it isn't exactly something any of you are likely to experience in your lifetimes, outside of this. Earth is quite safe from an expanding sun cooking us all away.// Another beat. //Though we might want to do something about climate change. That one is right on our doorstep.//

Couldn't win 'em all.

Hannibal looked around to see if there were any last-minute questions, then headed for the - ( running Portalocity employee? )

Beach Fitness, Monday

[so_hawkward]

Clint gave his students a wave as they showed up at the beach today, where he had surfboards, body boards, rafts, and water guns set out. "Hey guys. This is our last class together, and if you were hoping for an exam, I'm sorry to disappoint you," he said, laughing. "Instead, I figured I'd give you one last chance to work on your surfing skills, or your water fight skills, or your relaxing skills. It's been really nice to meet you, especially with our latest bit of weirdness, and I hope you keep coming out here as long as the weather allows."

Etiquette, Monday

[saddeserthermit]

You would have to pardon Obi-Wan if he looked a little exhausted this morning. This class had not exactly worked wonders on his habit of expecting the worst. But he was resigned it, and so lo, on the last day of it, he brought the class into a simulated dining room, hoping beyond hope last week's quiet would stretch out to this week's class.

"We have not exactly had the chance to study proper etiquette this semester, for which I apologize," he said, harried. "So my exam will be a simple one. These people--" He waved at several NPCs sitting along the table, "--Are at a dinner party. So are you. Dinner will be served soon. You will conduct yourself politely throughout, no matter what happens. Begin."

Various foodstuffs popped up on the plates. They were normal. There was that, at least.