101 Ways To Survive In The Field, Tuesday

[suitably_heroic]

"All right, welcome to finals week," Atton said. "Normally I'd just tell you that making it this far on the island technically means you survived, so you've already finished your final, but nothing's invaded yet, so that doesn't fly."

He clapped his hands together. The simulation behind him flew on, offering up a large stretch of desert that touched on snowy mountains somewhere near the back. Behind them laid woods, but they couldn't see that from here. "Today, you get to pick as much gear as you can carry," he said, pointing at where everything they'd used thusfar was stacked up together. There were also changing booths. "What I need you to do is get to the other side of that mountain," he said, "And bring me an edible plant and at least half a bottle of water. Time's sped up in here, so the chance of sunburn is high - don't worry, it'll go away as soon as the class is over - and I expect you to treat any injuries appropriately."

He looked them all over. "You can work in teams or by yourself," he said, "I don't really care. Go."

Diplomacy, Relationships, & Tactics: The Art of War, Week 15 [Wednesday, Period 2]

[weetuskenraider]

Class wasn't meeting in the Danger Shop today, just in the normal classroom; there were moddable pastries and drinks laid out on a table along the back wall for the students, though. A lot of them.

"Congratulations on making it through the semester," Tahiri said with a wry grin, and nodded toward the table. "You deserved a bit of a reward for that . . . and finals week fuel."

Especially given the past weekend and all.

"Once you've filled your plates, we'll discuss your assignment from last week," Ghanima said. "I asked you to uncover some tidbit of information to which you would not normally be privy, either via another spy or by doing the information gathering yourself. You need not share exactly what you learned, if it makes you uncomfortable or if you do not have OOC permission to share it, merely the methods used to discover the information. I am curious to find out how your foray into intelligence gathering went. How do you feel about it? Is this information you could use to your benefit? Would you?"

"There isn't really a right or wrong answer to these questions," Tahiri added. "It's a pretty complicated subject, so feel free to disagree . . . civilly, of course. So, let's hear it." She leaned back against the edge of the desk and gestured toward the class.

Once students were done possibly handwavily sharing what they'd done with the assignment she pushed away from the desk and tucked her hands behind her back. (She could have tucked her hands into the sleeves of her robes, but that seemed like an older-and-wiser Jedi thing to do, and she still felt weird about it.) "Complicated, right?"

Ghanima didn't particularly care if the disagreements stayed civil or not; they would, however, be well reasoned with supporting textual evidence (and without personal attacks) or she was going to fail you automatically out of this class because you'd clearly spent the last fourteen weeks asleep.

"Now we are going to ask you to indulge us one last time," Ghanima continued, eyes crinkling with mirth. "We'd like each of you to tell us one thing that you learned this semester. It can be something about class, something about yourself, your ethical outlook... it doesn't matter, so long as you have learned something."

"In return, you may ask us any question you like. We do, of course, reserve the right to decline to answer if it is of too sensitive a nature for the safety of our home universes. All's fair in war, after all."