Outdoorsmanship 101, Wednesday, period 1

[vdistinctive]

The Eliot that met the class at the edge of the preserve today was a griffon. Which -- honestly? He was pretty okay with. He still had his human brain, and what he lacked in human-shaped limbs he was making up for in claws and wings. If he ever got his tail to stop broadcasting every damn emotion he had in some sort of secret big-cat-speak, he'd be dandy.

Plus, it made a fine distraction from mooning over how much more relaxed he'd been on the weekend with all his complete lack of personal memory.

"Hey kids. Sooooo. I'm guessing for some of you today's class is going to be more theoretical than functional. For those of ya who ended up with hooves instead of thumbs." He shrugged, which made his wings fluff up, accidentally lifting him a couple inches off the ground. He flailed for a moment, then managed to dig his front claws back into the grass and pull himself back down. "Anyway, Pinkie always seemed to do okay with holdin' stuff even without opposable thumbs, so I'd say it's worth givin' it a try, even if you end up not being able to do much. So. Let's get going."

He led the way -- carefully, occasionally bashing a wing against a tree when he misjudged his current girth -- into the woods.

"Easiest way to have shelter in the great outdoors is to pack yourself a tent. Most of 'em these days are pretty user-friendly in the set up and all, and at least come with instructions, but if you've got some rope and a tarp, and there are a number of ways to make yourself a rudimentary shelter with those, too. But what do you do if you weren't plannin' on landin' where you are over night? You get your ass lost in the woods, it can be real easy to get stuck after the sun goes down. We'll cover navigation in a coupla weeks. For now, let's talk about makin' yourself a covered place to sleep out of sticks and leaves."

He stopped at the same clearing from last week, and after some rather interesting contortrions, finally managed to pull his pack off from where it was awkwardly strapped between his wings. From this he pulled a stack of stapled pamphlets. "These cover a number of different survival shelter options for different climates, includin' more'n a few that you make out of tarps and rope. We're gonna be working on number 14 on the list today: the leaf hut. This method was taught to me with a hole long parable about some boy scouts trying to learn how to make a shelter by looking at squirrel nests, but I'm gonna skip that bit if it's alright with you. You want some nice sturdy sticks to build your frame with, then a good layer of leaf cover for insulation, and thin branches with lots of twiggy bits to hold your leaf cover on." He demonstrated, pulling out some supplies he'd gathered before class and tucked away under a tarp by the side of the clearing. "You get your covering thick enough, this sucker'll even be pretty water proof." He looked up suspiciously at the sky -- it had rained chocolate milk on him earlier, but it seemed pretty clear of cotton candy clouds just now. "Or milk-proof, hopefully."

He finished his construction and tilted his head at it. "'Course, you'll wanna build it big enough to fit your actual self into, which --" He'd fit if he were still human, but these damned wings were really goddamn big, okay? "-- Right. Anyway. Give it a shot, best you can with what you got, and next time you've got hands again, you'll have the theory down and just need to practice."

Sex Ed, Wednesday, Period 2

[living_endless]

( Cut for talkiness. )

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

[doubleohblonde]

Today Bond's class would find themselves on top of a hill which was very pretty and very steep, Bond was standing beside them holding what looked awfully like a large wheel of cheese in a protective wooden case. Covered in ribbons. Because it was.

"Good morning," he greeted them. "Now, given the weekend, today we're going to be looking at one of the more...eccentric extreme sports, namely cheese-rolling, an annual event that takes place in Gloucester that involves rolling a wheel of cheese down a steep hill then chasing after it, winner gets the cheese. While no one's actually died doing this, and the safeties are on, do be careful."

With that he threw the cheese.

Library, Wednesday

[talentforlying]

Given that some of the students in class had been goddamn ponies, Constantine thought it prudent to go straight from class and throw open the doors to the library, in case anyone wanted a spot to hide that wasn't their dorm room.

But given he had a Bad Feeling About This? He'd be in his office, looking up various and sundry animal-shape curses.

The Fandom High Library was open.

How to Be Awesome, Wednesday, 3rd Period

[nomoresportscars]

The Danger Shop looked like a movie theater today. Jackson was parked at one end of the back row of seats.

"Today we're gonna look at things not being awesome," he drawled. "Like this movie. Which you're gonna watch now. So sit your asses down."

Yeah, it was a movie day. Look, the island had smelled funny since Jackson had shown up this morning. As the kids filed in it became extra obvious that there was no point to having a proper class, which was good, because the weird smells were throwing Jackson off anyway.

So the movie began.

Library, Thursday (July 14)

[wildandbrave]

Cosette actually made it in to the library on time, which was a bit of a surprise given how lost she'd gotten early in the morning in the hedge maze she just couldn't help wanting to explore.

And then she'd slipped on the streets -- which appeared to be made of soap now -- and gone bouncing down them like a rubber ball, high arcing bounces complete with silly sound effects. She appreciated not actually being hurt by the incident . . . that is, once she had reassembled herself after shattering into hundreds of tiny pieces on impact and getting swept up by a self-operating dustpan and broom.

But she was here now! This had all been quite entertaining yesterday, but now it was getting to be quite a --

A piano came plummeting out of thin air as she pushed open the library doors, squashing her flat, and it was a few seconds before a very flat Cosette slid out of the edge of the impact crater, fluttered to the floor, then popped back into three-dimensional form again.

-- a hassle, she finally managed to think, swatting cartoon birds away from her still slightly dizzy head. It was getting to be a dreadfully inconvenient hassle.

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