Oh the Humanity!: Friendship is International Adventure, Thursday, period 1

[vdistinctive]

"-- because it literally happened yesterday," Eliot was saying as the first of the students arrived. "I don't care if you think they can just send us back in time, we're not going to --" Pinkie shouldered him aside and greeted the students walking up with a broad, if a tiny bit strained grin.

"Hihihi!" she said. "We're not arguing! Noooope. We've got this whole class worked out way ahead of time. How are you? Good? I hope you all had a superfantastico week. ¡Que bien!"

"Thank you," Eliot grumbled. He pulled a few small, book-like objects from his bag and handed them out to the students who'd requested passports. Hardison had grumbled a bit -- more than a bit -- about the time frame on making them, but they'd all pass some serious muster. "We'd been plannin' to head east today," he told the class, not even the least worried about what the students would think of him for a sudden change of plans, unlike SOME ponies. "But decided after followin' the news we'd be better off savin' that trip for another time. Instead we're going south, and just a little bit west, to a little island off the coast of the Yucatán Peninsula in Mexico --"

"COZUMEL!" Pinkie just couldn't restrain herself. "Isn't that just the best name? It just buzzes right off your tongue. And sounds like a dessert! Cozumel. Caaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh zooooooooo mellllllll. Cozumel Cozumel Coz --"

Eliot clapped his hand over her mouth and hoped she wouldn't decide to lick him. "It's pretty much a tourist trap, with only one major town and a few resorts and things. We'll be checkin' out one of the historical sites, San Gervasio, a pre-Columbian religious site for the Mayan goddess Ix Chel."

"I have pamphlets!" Pinkie said cheerfully, holding up a hoof-full of brightly colored paper.

"In English," Eliot promised. "And Spanish, if you like."

"¡El español es muy divertido para hablar y leer!"

"¿Cómo diablos sabes español?"

"¡Si!"

". . . Right then." Eliot shook his head. "After checkin' out the ruins, we'll finish off the class at the beach. It's a little stormy out just now, but I'm guessin' none of you brought swimsuits, anyway."

Library, Thursday (January 14)

[wildandbrave]

It seemed like it would be a quiet shift in the library today, and for the most part it was, but every now and then Cosette would hear sniffles coming from various sections, as if the books were sad about something.

So it was a quiet shift, but a busy one as she went from section to section just . . . trying to comfort the books. Even if that was odd (which she was completely used to by now), she didn't bother to question it. It was her job to look after the books, so of course that applied if they were sad.

[OOC: No OCD, open.]

Around The World in Sixteen Challenges, Thursday

[saddeserthermit]

Anakin and Obi-Wan were in front of Portalocity again this morning. "We're going to stick with Europe today," Anakin told them, "and are going to increase the difficulty level."

Someone had taken Laura's critique of last week's class slightly personally. Sorry, everyone.

Obi-Wan sighed the sigh of someone who had had a full hour's argument over the previous party's ridiculous post-class demands and was mostly just glad Anakin had scrapped the flamethrowers from the equation. "Somewhat," he said, "at a normal and sensible pace."

He cleared his throat. "We are about to welcome you to a local festival called Oktoberfest," he said. "It appears to largely concern beverages we'd rather you not imbibe. Not that any of you would, of course."

The sarcasm was dripping, there.

"Because that would be wrong," Anakin agreed, nodding. "But mostly because none of you want detention for drinking alcohol during class. We're going to a country called Germany, which is...down and to the west of the country we were in last week."

"The festival also revolves around food," Obi-Wan continued, "Which is to say, we hope you have some expertise in the art of baking." He looked vaguely amused underneath all the facial hair. "As well as a healthy appetite."

Anakin smirked. "So get your costumes on--" he pointed to racks of lederhosen and dirndls that were not optional, "--and get ready to race."

"May the Force be with you," Obi-Wan said solemnly, bowed his head, and then turned around and walked into the portal.