Deception for Fun and Profit, Monday, Period 2

[doubleohblonde]

As each student (or anyone else for that matter) entered the classroom, Bond held up a box full of slips of paper for them to take one out of.

After greeting the class, Bond began. "Now you all got a taste of lying with your introductions," he said. "But that doesn't really get into why people lie. Truth to tell, there are any number of reasons why a person might lie, because they have an adgenda of some description, because they stand to again in some way from it, to spare another persons feelings, ore merely because they are complusive liars, but a usual reason for telling a lie is some sort of secret, good or bad, that they wish to keep hidden. So for today's exercise, you have all been given a secret, that not even I know, which you must endeavour to keep from the class, while trying to find out everyone else's.

"It's not as easy as it seems. Good luck."

Sex Ed, Tuesday, 3rd Period

[so_hawkward]

"Hey guys. Thank you for coming back this week, I'm glad I didn't scare you away," Clint said. It had been a genuine concern for him, with this class in particular.

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Competitive Teambuilding, Tuesday, period 1

[vdistinctive]

Class met up in the Danger Shop again, this time programmed to look like a lava-filled crater. Tall, narrow rocks stuck up out of the lava at regular intervals, and raised, flat platforms of rock lined either side of the crater, where the students and teachers could stand without risking lava-doom.

There were also three little garden gnomes with three different colored hats running around, three sacks of grain, and three rather suspicious looking goats.

And the three teachers, of course. At least one of which looked like he wanted to deny all knowledge of today's challenge.

"Hey kids," Eliot said, apparently stuck in permanent face-palm. "Today's your first week with a graded challenge."

"An' so Eliot's come up with a great challenge for you," Hardison continued, looking totally stoked about class. "Remember, givin' credit where it's due is an important part of teamwork."

It had been your idea, Eliot.

It really had! “We embellished, but Eliot came up with this obstacle course! And not letting yourself or your teammates fall in.” She turned to say something to one of the gnomes. It said something in Swedish back to her. “Oh, totally.”

"My idea involved stumps and two-by-fours," Eliot said. He pointed to Hardison: "Lava." Then at Parker: "Garden gnomes, oats, gnome-eating goats. And the sharks."

A fin wove its way between the rocks in the lava pit. Had you noticed the sharks yet, kids?

Look, they'd wanted it to be a fun and exciting first challenge! A couple of two-by-fours weren't going to do that. "So, not only do y'all have to make it across the lava without fallin' in or gettin' eaten by lava-sharks, you're gonna have to do it a couple of times. Cause you gotta ferry over the goat, the oats, an' the gnomes, but you also in the right order. You leave the gnome alone with the oats, he's gonna eat 'em. You leave the goat alone with the gnome, an' the goat's gonna eat--" Hardison checked his notes. "Am I readin' this right?"

Parker checked. “Yup. Those goats are mean. And gnomes are good fiber, but we shouldn’t let that happen.” She gave the students a stern look. “I’m going to be very disappointed if you sacrifice a gnome. Or a goat. But mostly a gnome.”

"Fiber?" Eliot was back to facepalming again. "Anyway. You have three two-by-fours. You can use them to bridge the gaps. Be creative." He sighed. "Try not to die."

Magical Bestiary | Tuesday, period 2

[nuclear_snide]

Bob waited for everyone to join him and settle down, then nodded. "Right. So the first supernatural creature we'll be learning about is ghosts."

After all, teach what you know.

"There are many different kinds; strong emotions can leave impressions upon places, psychic energies can coalesce and gain a sort of presence..." He waved one hand dismissively. "Those sorts don't have any kind of will, and generally speaking the worst you'll get is a bit of a headache, if you're sensitive enough. The sorts we're talking about are the spirits of beings that no longer have bodies - generally because they're ( dead )

Speech, Tuesday, September 8, 2015 [4th period]

[professor-lyman.livejournal.com]

"So that was a weekend," Josh said. "Wow, there were a lot of faces I'd completely forgotten about."

So he'd hidden, as one does.

"Anyway, you had a speech assignment for this week to tell us something about the history of the island that you learned this week, either through research at the library or from other sources like the radio or first-person accounts. You have fifteen minutes to astound me."

He sat back in his chair.

Surviving (and Thriving) on Fandom Island, Week 2 (Wed., Period 3)

[atreideslioness]

"So this weekend you got a taste of what makes Fandom different," Ghanima said, once everyone had settled. "Namely, multiple universes, our habit of getting invaded suddenly, and gremlins."

"You may have realized over the last week that there are students here from the past, from the future, and some that look familiar but are not quite who you think they are. A friend, perhaps, but slightly different from the person you know, or a complete doppelgänger wearing a familiar face, but with a different name, different personality, and from another world altogether. These are not uncommon occurrences, and can be blamed on the fact that Fandom High acts as a multiversal nexus, connecting with several parallel universes."

"You all got the intense crash course version of it," Tahiri noted. "We don't usually have all of that happening in the same weekend, but I hate to tell you, you'll probably have to get used to it."

Thanks, Tahiri, that was helpful.

"There's also people who might be from your universe, or a different version of it, but a completely different point in time." She nodded slightly to Mara if she was there. "That's fun. You may know a younger version of someone from home, for example, and have to be careful not to tell them what happens to them in the future." And that was as much as she was going to say on that note, or she'd run the risk of making herself an object lesson.

See Ghanima, see Ghanima looking utterly angelic and trying not to snicker.

"Another aspect of the island that you may or may not already have some experience with would be the local wildlife," she continued. "We have the teel deer -- yes, deer that are a teal color, the alots, which are large shaggy animals, our rum-drinking squirrel reporters, and the gremlins."

"I must inform you that people under the influence of gremlin bites often act strangely, like someone completely different from their normal selves. Taking advantage of anyone under the influence of a gremlin bite in a malicious manner is frowned upon. Using your phones to record their antics, however, is a time-honored tradition."

"Just ask Master Skywalker -- or don't," Tahiri said, because she couldn't help herself. Also, she was absolutely not giving Ghanima a Look out of the corner of her eye. "It's likely to end up on radio one way or the other, thanks to those squirrel reporters. What it really comes down to is that this place is . . . sort of hard to write home about. Oh, and if you're uneasy having those deer around, just be careful not to talk a lot within their earshot. They're drawn to that."

"The last subject we'll touch on today is Fandom's history of invasions," Ghanima continued. "From time-to-time, hostile forces have attempted to claim the island for their own. Or worse yet, sometimes the enemy has been one that has no soldiers to fight; a plague, or a magical happening."

"During a hostile invasion, the safest location is in the dorms or at Caritas. For those of you prone not to take the safe route..." Because Ghanima knew the type of student Fandom attracted. "Make absolutely certain you don't travel alone, and you treat whatever invading force you encounter with the utmost caution and respect. This is not a game, there is no 'start over.'"

"And messing around because you're not taking it seriously enough is likely to get you or others, if not both, hurt." Tahiri had abandoned her lighter tone for a more serious one as well, now; perhaps without realizing it, she reached up to brush her fingers over the scars on her forehead as she spoke. "We're certainly not going to babysit you, or assume we know your capabilities better than you do. Just be responsible about it, and don't put someone else at risk because they had to come rescue you just because you wanted to show off, or thought it would be astral to play the hero. I can say from experience that afterward, it's no fun realizing how much of a mess you got other people into."