Pony Express: Friendship is Cultural Exchange! Wednesday, period 1

[locointhecoco]

The class arrived at Portalocity to find Pinkie finishing off what promised to have been quite the number with some of the local NPCs townsfolk. A few clerks from Portalocity itself were holding her aloft, and once the music ended, looked like they were straining more than a little to do it. Pinkie fortunately hopped down, relieving their poor straining muscles, and sighed happily to the students.

"Good gosh I love days like these! And guess what, everypony? We're going to one of the very bestest places to burst into fully choreographed musical numbers, the most cosmopolitan city in all of Equestria!" She led them through the portal, which as usual popped up perfectly on time and landed them perfectly just where she'd planned it -- it was possibly she'd made a deal with some malevolent force in order to get such good service -- onto the bright, clean streets of a bustling maretropolis. There were flashing lights and bilboards, towering buildings, and even an oddly familiar green pony statue visible in the nearby harbor. "Welcome welcome everypony! To M --"

Pinkie was cut off by a passing trio of fancily dressed ponies clearly engaged in an energetic, singing stroll through town. "History is happening in Manehattan and we just happen to be in the GREATEST CITY IN THE WORLD!"

A chorus of other ponies chimed in behind them -- including Pinkie. "THE GREATEST CITY IN THE WORLD!"

"Work, work," the three ponies sang, making their way off again, their entrouage chorus trailing behind -- thankfully not including Pinkie.

"-- Manehattan!" Pinkie finished, as though the interruption hadn't even happened. "Wowee, I wonder if they're part of a big Bridleway show!"

"Why, I think you're right!" A bright white unicorn with a purple mane and tail, who some of the students might recognize from their trip to Ponyville, trotted up next to Pinkie. "They look like they're some of the stars of the latest hit on Bridleway. I've heard it's sold out through next year."

"Omigosh!" Pinkie squealed. "What a treat!" She danced in place for a moment, then turned back to the class. "Oh! I forgot! Everypony, this is my friend Rarity! She's here to join us as we go to one of the most amazing events in Manehattan: Fashion Week!"

"Obviously we're not here for the entire week," Rarity assured them. "But I did get us all tickets to see Hoity Toity show his new line! Everypony who's anypony in fashion will be there. Photo Finish, Sapphire Shores. . . ." She sighed wistfully.

"Aw, don't worry," Pinkie threw a leg around Rarity's withers. "You'll make it there someday. Why, Sapphire Shores and Hoity Toity even already know your work!"

"Yes!" Rarity visibly bucked herself back up. "Maybe next year! Anyway, we're not here to learn about little old me. Come along students! We have a runway to see!"

Library, Wednesday

[talentforlying]

The library had some repairs that needed to be done, some inventory that had to be caught up on, and really, this was as good a day as any since there were no students around. Usually. Unless something invaded.

So of course Constantine had cranked up his music and was singing along. Why not? His taste in music was better than the piss most of the kids these days listened to. "I'm a monster, no need to fear me. Crawl into my cave with me don't let this time go wasted. And I'm burning burning hard, burning real, doing anything to feel. Something's gonna break before I'm done! Doing damage sounds like fun! Let's go out, let's go get some!"

Maybe later he'd see if he could find an old Mucus Membrane tape in his office somewhere or something. That'd be a kick.

There's a "Beware the Librarian" sign slapped on the door, but other than that, the Fandom High Library is open for business.

[OOC: PUNK NEEDS NO OCD!]

Ethics, Wednesday, October 7, 2015

[sith_happened]

Anakin'd already had a run-in with the island weirdness via inadvertently serenading the Perk staff with Oh Blessed Holy Caffeine Tree, so he was in a bad mood even before class began.

You lucky, lucky people.

Obi-Wan, for his part, still had particles of glitter in his beard and hair. He had somehow managed to get them out of the robes, and yet...

He cleared his throat. "Today," he said, "We talk about expectations, and..."

Anakin opened his mouth and began singing. Badly.

"Anything you can do, I can do better," he began, looking mortified, "I can do anything better than you."

Get the popcorn, gang.

What in the--? Obi-Wan shot him a confused look. "No, you can't," he answered, which was most definitely not what he had been going for.

"Yes, I can," Anakin insisted. After some back and forth on that, Anakin continued with, "Anything you can be, I can be greater. Sooner or later, I'm greater than you." That wasn't awkward at all, or in any way like a standing argument they'd had when Anakin was a Padawan. Really.

And here Obi-Wan had hoped he had finally outgrown that. Still. This was strange. Perhaps he should start ushering the students out of-- "No, you're NOT!"

"Yes, I am," Anakin sang with a smirk and a shrug.

"I can shoot a partridge with a single cartridge," Obi-Wan sang, with a confused frown. He had no idea what that even meant.

"I can shoot a sparrow with a bow and arrow," Anakin countered, looking equally confused. The class then had to suffer through the two Jedi trying to sing higher than each other (Obi-Wan had the better voice, but Anakin was apparently Really Invested in winning this thing, to the severe detriment of everyone's ears), and them fighting over who could be cheaper before settling in for a musical battle about drinking. "I can drink my liquor quicker than a flicker," Anakin sang, glaring at Obi-Wan.

"I can drink it quicker and get even sicker!" Obi-Wan pulled a face. He had long since resigned himself to this, which was why he was so surprised when he opened his mouth and his intended comment-- "Actually, I remember who I had to pick up off the floor repeatedly during Organa's last bash on Alderaan, Anakin,"-- actually came out.

"Gravity wasn't working that night," Anakin managed before launching into a verse about being able to open a safe (of course, that's what lightsabers were for), and wearing Obi-Wan's clothing, which was just mortifying for everyone.

Obi-Wan's hand had settled securely over his face. Not enough to drown out the singing, unfortunately. If only. "Anything you can sing, I can sing sweeter, he sung. (He was right. This didn't stop Anakin from arguing the point with ever-worsening singing skills.) "I can sing anything sweeter than you."

That wasn't difficult. Anakin was a lot of things: sweet wasn't any of them.

After a truly earsplitting finale that had the squirrels throwing acorns at Anakin and hissing in disapproval, Anakin finally regained control of class. "Right. Expectations. Let's talk--if possible, sing if you must--about what expectations people have you for, what you have for yourself, and if one is easier to live with than the other."