Magical Bestiary | Tuesday, period 2

[nuclear_snide]

The Danger Shop was back to being a classroom this week, so anyone hoping for another week of meeting beasties was probably out of luck.

"We spoke earlier this semester in general terms about making deals with magical creatures," Bob started, "and I mentioned the fair folk. Fairies, sidhe, they go by any number of names in any number of worlds. And all of these terms encompass a wide and varied range of beings. They may look more or less human, or resemble other animals, or look nothing like either. They may be malicious or comparatively helpful. However, there are a few things they have in common."

He wrote them in the air. "Cold iron burns them, running water disrupts their magic and may prevent some of them from travelling over it. Their word is binding, although please remember my earlier cautions on taking that word at face value."

He went over several of the more usually encountered types of fairy.

"So, you've got one after you and several others that you may be able to get to assist you, or that might turn on you. What's your plan?"

Competitive Teambuilding, Tuesday, period 1

[vdistinctive]

The Danger Shop this week was modeled in the shape of a fairly stereotypical American bar. Well, typical American Irish bar. Well. McRory's Bar from Boston, Massachussetts. The teachers were all lined up at what was once their usual spot along the corner of the bar by the door as the students gathered for class.

"Don't get your hopes up," Eliot said, not looking up from his phone yet. "There's no real alcohol bein' served in here."

“Also there might be a Nate around, trying to get you thrown out,” Parker warned them, then turned to Hardison. “Is there?”

"Nah, mama," Hardison said, now looking disappointed for not thinking of it himself. "We got enough grumpy, jumpy, an' overall impatient folks in this bar to begin with."

Not that he was looking at anyone in particular or anything. Really.

"Your challenge today," Eliot said, and this time he did put his phone down, however reluctantly. "Is to get across the bar space to the backroom and retrieve what's waiting for you in there. How you do it is up to you and your team. All the team members need to make it to the backroom."

“If you do get thrown out, you can come back, but your team takes a penalty, so, try to convince people you weren’t the person who just got thrown out,” Parker added.

"This is the Danger Shop, so you can't get hurt," Hardison assured them, gesturing to what seemed to be an empty bar, with a door labeled 'Back Office' in plain sight of the front door. "Feel free to get...creative. Whatever that means to you, exactly."

"And if you're thinkin' it looks easy?" Eliot grinned and put two fingers to his mouth to let out a piercing whistle. From all the doors, windows, and in a few cases, seemingly through the walls themselves, came dozens of ninjas.

Because what else were you going to face in a bar? Really, now.

Deception for Fun and Profit, Monday, Period 2

[doubleohblonde]

Bond class were once again in an ordinary classroom, with the tables pulled to the sides of the room so there was a large space for them to mingle in.

"Good morning," he greeted them. "No some lies are easy, usually the everyday white lies we tell as social lubricant, or else the not so every day ones we've had time to practice. Other lies are more difficult, whether because of your audience, or you've been caught off guard, or because you're just bullshitting. Guess which of the three you'll be attempting to today."

"What I would like you all to do is to mingle as if you've all just been introduced. Only I would like you to make things up about what you actually do, the more ridiculous the better, rather than try and catch each other out, try to elaborate and build on what each other is saying, for example, if one of you were to claim they once climbed Everest in a blizzard, the other might respond with the time they climbed it with two broken legs, to which the first might casually remember they had no arms during the blizzard because they'd run out of supplies and had to eat them, all while keeping your own composure."

Sex Ed, Tuesday, 3rd Period

[so_hawkward]

"Hey folks. I hope you had a productive shopping trip last week." Clint may have looked toward Ada with a smirk there. "When I sat down and made my plans for this class, I decided that this would be the week we'd talk about... er, fetishes and kinks and things like that. The problem is... okay, I'll be honest, it's not something I know a lot about and the thought of talking about it in front of you all makes me a little uncomfortable." Apparently, Clint really did have limits to what he was willing to talk about in public. "I'm sure you saw some of the toys and things at Dite's, but rather than take you there again--" and risk them buying some of the things "I figured we could watch a movie. It's about the topic at hand, or so I've been told."

Sorry folks, he really didn't know any better.

Speech, Tuesday, November 17, 2015 [4th period]

[professor-lyman.livejournal.com]

There were three rostrums at the front of the classroom today. Students, be very afraid.

"Right," Josh said, sitting in one of the desks. "Everything in the news is awful and I want to sit down with an industrial sized bag of half-priced Halloween candy and annoy the hell out of you to make myself feel better...and I realized that I'm a teacher at a school with laughably lax ideas about what's appropriate, so guess what. I'm gonna sit her with an industrial sized bag of half-priced Halloween candy--" he held it up, "--and you are going to be Presidential candidates in a debate." He shrugged. "And let's be honest, you're all more qualified than most of the folks currently running. I will ask you a series of questions, and the one with the best answers will get a Reese's cup."

Ooooh. Ahhh.