Extreme PE 2: PE Harder [Tuesday, Period 2]

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Like most of last session, Bond had his class meet him in the Danger Shop, which was looking blank except for several interfaces.

"Welcome back," Bond greeted them. "Given all of you were in the last class, I thought we'd skip the usual introductions and try something different today."

He gestured towards the interfaces. "I'd like you all to try to come up with your own extreme sport, which you can then program into the Danger Shop to test. There's information on existing extreme sports you can access, and the interface is remarkably easy to pick up, so the only limit is what you yourselves can some up with."

Sex Ed, Wednesday, Period 2

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When students arrived for class, right as they came in the door was a table with bowls filled with tiny packets of lube, male and female condoms, dental dams, and a shoebox with an opening cut in the top and 'QUESTIONS' written all over it.

The usual desks and chairs set-up was missing, leaving only sofas, comfy chairs, and beanbags for people to grab. And, of course, two very mis-matched teachers chilling at the front of the room.

John was still not sure how he'd been talked into this. He was just going to blame the Moose.

Even if John wasn’t at ease, Didi was. She rose from her own comfy chair to offer a cheerful wave of greeting once all the students were gathered.

“Hey, I’m Didi,” she said. “That’s Constantine. You get to hear us talk about sex for the next two months.”

Which was obviously going to be so much fun, right, John? She smirked at him slightly but kept talking.

“I can’t speak for him, but for me, the big thing I want you to get out of this class is that sex is natural and can be a lot of fun -- but there are things you should learn before you fall into bed with anybody, like what it means to consent, and how you can have your fun and not get sick, pregnant or both.

“Also, it’s important to remember that people are different.I know some of you probably have had a lot of sex already, and some of you might not even be sure you want to ever have it at all. And you know what? That’s all totally fine. Don’t be jerks to each other about anything anyone says here.”

It was going to be great. At least he didn't have to pretend this class had any academic value whatsoever. "Pretty much what Dee said," he said easily, leaning against the wall with his hands shoved in the pockets of his trenchcoat. "We even got ourselves an anonymous question box, if you got something you need answered and don't want to ask in front of your classmates, and the stuff on the table's free. Grab a handful every damn week if you want, or never touch it. Our goal is to get you up to speed for what's going on with current concepts of gender, sex, and culture in two months, and what you choose to do with that information is up to you."

“So now that we’re through the basics about what this class even is, it’s time for introductions,” Didi added. “Names, grades, and what you’re hoping to get from class. And if there’s anything else you feel we should know about you so you understand where you’re coming from, you can say it during the introduction or let one of us know after class.”

"And trust me, Dee and I aren't going to freak out at questions, no matter how weird you might think it is, and we're both pretty hard to shock." John added dryly. "She's seen it all, and if it's stupid, I've probably done it."

“Twice,” Didi said dryly. “And if not him, one of my siblings.”

There was... really no way for John to argue with that, so he just shrugged, rather unrepentant. "You heard the lady," he said, randomly jabbing a finger in the random direction of a student. "You. Start talking."

Outdoorsmanship 101, Wednesday, period 1

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Class met on the edge of the preserve. As soon as the students arrived, Eliot made sure they all had sunscreen (or other sun blocking cover), a water bottle (near as he could tell, all his students this time around would hydrate with water), and a reusable fire starter. Once everyone was gathered and basically prepared, he waved for them to follow and started them hiking into the woods.

"This is a class on outdoorsmanship, so you're all going to want to show up prepared to spend the whole class period outside. That means you're going to need to be dressed for the weather, whatever it ends up being. That means checking the weather before coming to class. This is the only time I'm gonna be providing water -- you gotta bring your own for the rest of the session. You show up without water, you better be able to get some before we set out at the start of class, or you're not going. I ain't havin' anyone dehydrate on my watch. Rule number one for outdoorsmanship is to be prepared. Any of you ever spend any time around the Boy Scouts of America, that'll be a familiar refrain to you. Goin' out into the wilderness unprepared is a great way to get dead. I'll give you a couple tips on how to get by without your supplies if you end up kidnapped or shipwrecked or trapped by a plane crash or something, but for the most part, if you're goin' outside, it's 'cause you want to be there, in which case, you got no excuse."

That lecture got them all the way to a nice little clearing Eliot had scouted ahead of time, with a small creek running along one side, and plenty of small rocks, sticks, and tinder along the edges.

"It's the first week, so we're going to do a pretty easy one this time," Eliot said. "We'll get on building fires shortly, but tradition dictates y'all statin' your name and such, first. So let's get that out of the way. I'm Eliot Spencer. You can call me Eliot, or Mr. Spencer, or just Spencer if you want, I'll answer to any of it. I served with the United States Army Special Forces and did freelance work requirin' me to be out in and survive in most climate types on the planet Earth, and before that I grew up doin' plenty of campin' and adventuring in the wilds of Oklahoma. I still do this sort of thing for fun, any time I can convince my partners to tag along. Now . . . you." He pointed to a random student. "Name, experience in the great outdoors, and why you're takin' this class."

How to Be Awesome, Wednesday, 3rd Period

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Jackson being here today was the end result of a long story. Had to do with his continuing quest for a freaking place in the world, but, anyway. You couldn't tell that by looking at him, when he was at the front of the classroom, his ass parked against the teacher's desk, an expensive pair of sunglasses hanging off the collar of his equally expensive-looking shirt.

"I'm Jackson Whittemore," he said, once it looked like everyone had filed in (or hadn't – wasn't like he cared that much). "I graduated from this hellhole a few years back, and now I'm here to teach you about being awesome."

He gave the class a critical look. Anyone feeling like he wasn't going to be the most supportive of instructors, yet?

"Now let's get this out of the way: it's just a fact that not everyone's cut out to be awesome." There it was. Somewhere in KCMO, Kate was suddenly cringing without a good reason. Jackson just barely shrugged a shoulder. "That's just the way it is. Better accept that right now." He wasn't here to coddle you! "Anyway, let's get another thing out of the way. I want names, and whether you think you're awesome."

He was probably going to judge.