Competitive Teambuilding, Tuesday, period 1

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[Class #3 - The Tap-It-Out Job]

“Sometimes we do make up classes just because it’s funny.” Parker looked a tiny bit guilty about that today. But only a tiny bit.

The Danger Shop was a dance studio, with mirrors, barres, and wide paneled flooring. Also, some DDR mats and a couple computer screens for those of you who might need the help.

“Dance is easy. It’s just steps.” See? Parker can dance. She looks like a marionette, but she can do the steps. So you can too!

Yeah, Eliot wasn't going to be dancing. He was manning the stereo system. Which was only not full of country standards because he didn't know how to program the danger shop's stereo system. "Each team will be assigned a song. You get half the class to plan, then show us your dance."

You were all welcome, class. Hardison was in charge of your musical selections today. Which, okay, technically meant a lot of Hall and Oates, but there was a minimum of country and more stuff with an actual beat. "A lot of modern dance is just attitude an' bein' able to move your body in rhythm, but a lot of dances involve learnin' proper steps in time."

He bowed to Parker, holding out a hand, and then swept her up into a waltz, moving her in a one-two-three pattern around the room. Parker followed his lead, smiling happily, perfectly in time with the music (and still, stiff as a board).

“We have judges!” Parker pointed over Hardison’s shoulder, and then pirouetted, holding onto his hand. The judges were Danger Shop created. They all looked like angry old people from the former USSR. “So have fun.” And don’t worry about the scores too much.

Those judges looked a little like people Eliot had once had to take out on jobs. They were getting some serious side-eye from him. "You'll be scored on creativity, artistry, and technical precision. Probably." There was no telling. The Soviet judges were always notorious hardasses. "I don't know, Hardison programmed them. If you've got any complaints, bother him."

Hardison was still dancing his way over to Eliot, letting Parker go with a spin and reaching for Eliot. The music changed to something a little spicier, with a Latin feel--yes, without Eliot actually fiddling with the controls. Because Hardison controlled the whole sim. But he promised he'd let Eliot have full control once the lecture was over.

"No," Eliot said. "No, don't you -- dammit, Hardison!"

Yeah, protesting never worked.

Hardison grinned at Eliot and proceeded to ignore his protest. "Y'all can make up any dance at all," he explained, moving into the steps of the Lambada--which was totally scandalous back in the 90s and was practically tame in comparison to, say, twerking. "But it's gotta fit the theme of the music--an' also tell a story about Fandom."

Eliot's lambada was perfectly serviceable, and not nearly as stiff as Parker's waltz. He just looked kind of like he wanted to murder something the whole time. "However the hell you manage to do that," he said. "It's up to you guys to figure it out."

Parker was now doing the Robot. It looked oddly natural. “And go!”

Sex Ed, Tuesday, 3rd Period

[so_hawkward]

If Clint looked a little nervous standing in front of his class today, he didn't think anyone would blame him after how things had gone last week. "Hey guys. So, today we're going to talk more about one of the most important things you need to think about before having sex--namely, protection."

Oh, god help him.

( No NSFW links but the text might be. )

Magical Bestiary | Tuesday, period 2

[nuclear_snide]

"Vampires," Bob said. He paused. "None of you are, I take it?" He frowned around the room for a moment, then shrugged. "There are a few on the island. Vampires can be tricky, because more than a lot of other supernatural creatures, they seem to be extremely varied. There are three...I suppose you'd call them species; we call them courts...just in my world. Some, the worst you'll get from them is a headache, especially if you try to keep up with them. Some will kill you for the fun of it."

"Other worlds have other kinds. Some are beautiful, some are ugly; some need to kill, some don't; their weaknesses and strengths vary, too. So." He clapped his hands together. "Let's talk vampires. What are they like in your world if you've got them, what do you know about ones from other worlds, and how would you handle one and determine what sort it is?"

Speech, Tuesday, September 15, 2015 [4th period]

[professor-lyman.livejournal.com]

"Hey everyone. It has come to my attention that I forgot to give you an assignment last week, which means this week we learn about extemporaneous speaking."

Oops.

"The goal of extemp speaking is to pursuade or inform your audience on a given question. You should have an introduction, and then the body of your speech should give the audience facts to bolster your argument and flow right into the conclusion of your talk. You shouldn't seem like you're reading bullet points. I'll give you your topics and you have ten minutes to research on your phones and right a quick outline down, then get ready to impress us. We'll go...alphabetically today. You have to talk for seven minutes."

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

[weetuskenraider]

The students had all received handwavey letters and emails telling them to meet in town today, with directions to Demon Marcus. "Fashion," Ghanima began. "You may have noticed by now that there is a wide variety of clothing worn at Fandom. We are a mesh of many cultures, and it is reflected in the fashions worn at school and about town."

"And for some of those cultures, fashion may have more significance than in others," Tahiri added. ( And the class lecture in the clothing store continued . . . )

"I have left my credit chip with the gentleman at the desk," Ghanima said crisply. "If you find something that is perfect for you, or that you'd be willing to wear and try that's more to this era than where you come from, put it on my account."

Sometimes, it was nice to be the Empress and not need to worry about your credit.

Which was good, since Tahiri would have done the same thing if she could have, but Jedi weren't exactly rolling in credits. So she just smiled, waved a hand at the clothes racks, and said, "Okay, go on, take a look around. And if you've got any questions, Sparkle over there is willing to field them."