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

[vdistinctive]

"Top o' th' mornin' to ye all!" Pinkie greeted the students as they arrived for class. Somepony had spent the evening googling St. Patrick's Day. Somepony also had a series of large, strategically placed shamrocks attached to her, like a festive, awkwardly shaped bikini.

It -- wasn't a good look. If nothing else, that green clashed horribly with her natural pink color.

Eliot was standing by, wearing a few less layers than normal, his hair a windblown mess, glaring down every shamrock that blew his way. "St. Patrick's Day in this country is a travesty." Spending a few years working above an Irish pub in Boston in March had made him a touch jaded, yes. "So we're goin' to Ireland instead."

"We be goin' to a loverly little close called 'Blarney Castle'!" Pinkie explained. "Fer those who don' know th' legend, givin' th' Blarney Stone a wee peck bestows upon ye a blessin', th' Irish gift fer th' gab!"

"Please stop," Eliot muttered. It was worse than when Hardison tried to do -- basically any accent. He led the way through the portal to a cheerful, naturally green landscape, incredibly warm for March, where a weathered stone keep dominated the view. "Some of you may have heard that the locals like to get trashed and go pee all over the Blarney Stone after hours. Honestly, I can't say that ain't true." Eliot pointed to the top corner of the keep. "But the stone's part of the battlements there, and while it ain't as awkward to piss on it as it is to try to kiss it, they'd still have to drag their drunk asses up a narrow, worn down stone staircase with a rope banister to do it. So make of that what you will."

"There's also lots to explore on the grounds," Pinkie said, the absolutely atrocious Irish accent gone with the shamrocks since she went through the portal. "Gardens and stone passages and magic rocks galore! Apparently the Irish really love their magic rocks."

"Or at least the Irish tourists do," Eliot said. "By the way, it ain't March around here, today. This place'd be even more overrun by obnoxious tourists if we showed up on the actual St. Patrick's Day. So enjoy a little bit of last May, explore, buy some tacky shit in the gift shop, try to catch a bus into town to find a pub." He shrugged. "Have fun."

Around The World in Sixteen Challenges, Thursday

[saddeserthermit]

It was definitely on the hot and sticky side today as Anakin and Obi-Wan greeted their students on the Copacabana beach in Rio de Janeiro. "Hello," Anakin said, waving a hand. "At least the weather isn't as weird here as it is back at school?"

"And we are reasonably comfortable," Obi-Wan agreed. "Welcome to Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. A city with many faces, some of which you will experience today."

"And if you've been missing the 'eat something weird' challenges, we've fixed that this week," Anakin added.

"Experience some of Rio's cultural riches," Obi-Wan said, attempting to insert some kind of dignity back into the class. "And open your eyes to the lives of others, as well."

Inserting dignity on a day where the island was trying to rip people's clothing off. Good luck with that, Obi-Wan.

"Don't get arrested," Anakin said. "We'll leave you here."

"We will do no such thing," Obi-Wan said immediately.

Defending Yourself Against Magic | Friday, period 2

[nuclear_snide]

Bob was scowling and looked a bit ragged today when he came in.

"This week's lesson was supposed to be on runes," he said, "but apparently some people think that putting up werewolf cubs in other people's laboratories is totally acceptable." It was totally his laboratory. Harry never treated it with enough respect. "As a result, we've got no materials."

Yes, the wolf cub had eaten his classwork.

"You get a movie today. I'm told it has a lot of good information on magical entities." He was trusting you, Mabel. "Enjoy."