Shop, Tuesday, period 3

[vdistinctive]

Class met in the Danger Shop, currently programmed to resemble a large, warehouse looking room, full of various standing power tools, work stations with giant tool boxes, and a very large wall of safety gear. Eliot stood at the front, his hair pulled back into a ponytail, with a bandana to make sure none of it escaped and dangled into his face. He had a pair of plastic safety goggles propped on his head, and a pair of leather work gloves sticking out of his pocket.

"Welcome to Shop class," he greeted. "We're hopefully gonna get it all in this semester: wood shop, metal shop, and auto shop. Basically, if it's somethin' you're lookin' to build that ain't a computer, I'll do my best to make sure you get the chance." He shrugged. "If it is a computer, make it a computer powered robot or somethin'. We wanna run macro here, not micro.

"It's the first day, so that means introductions. And it's Tuesday, so y'all shouldn't be too sick of 'em, just yet. I'm Eliot Spencer, your teacher. You can call me Eliot or Mr. Spencer, dependin' on what you're comfortable with. I wanna know your names, why you're takin' this class, and one thing you're interested in trying to make this semester." He pointed to one of the students. "You. Get us started."

( And now for a safety lecture )

Sex Ed, Tuesday, First Period

[stickitupmyjinx]

Now that it wasn't summer camp any more, Vanessa had rummaged through her wardrobe for anything suitable for a 'real teacher' and come up with an outfit she’d used for roleplaying a teacher for a client, which she suspected of being far too low cut and short of skirt for the real thing.

( Sex Ed under the cut! Probably SFW but proceed at your own risk. )

Culture Shock: Adjusting to Life on the Weird Side, Tuesday, Period 2

[uncertain_dume]

"Hi there!" Cecil waved at the students as they sat. "Welcome to class today. This is Culture Shock. I'm Cecil."

"And I," Kanan said, a little less enthusiastically, mostly just because it was difficult for anyone to be quite as enthusiastic as Cecil, "am Kanan. I'm also not exactly from around here, but then, I suppose it's safe to bet that neither are any of you."

Call it a hunch.

"Everybody's from someplace a little different," Cecil said. "Fandom's a really nice place, but anywhere can feel a little weird if you're not used to it. So that's what this class is about - getting used to Fandom and not getting really overwhelmed."

"If we do our jobs right, you can probably take what you learn here and apply it to wherever you end up going after Fandom, too," Kanan added. "After all, you'll hopefully be more used to the way the island works with or without our help by the end of the semester, but if you can deal with this place, you can probably learn to live just about anywhere."

"So," Cecil said, "let's start with introductions! Just tell us who you are, where you're from, the weirdest thing about Fandom so far, and...oh! What you hope to learn from us. Like, 'hi, I'm Cecil, I'm from a wonderful little town called Night Vale, the weirdest thing here is the librarians that aren't really very aggressive, and...well, the last one doesn't apply."

"And I'm Kanan. I came here from an ugly little planet called Gorse, and the weirdest thing that I've encountered around here..." Kanan paused for a moment. The honest answer here would almost certainly be something about how there were other Jedi still alive. And there was no way in hell he was giving the honest answer, thank you. "... Is probably Cecil."

He meant that in the nicest way possible. And then he clapped his hands together and kept talking before anybody could protest that one.

"So! Let's hear it from you guys. Name, something about where you came from, what's thrown you off about Fandom the most, and anything you're hoping to learn in our class. Go."

[OOC: Open!]

What NOT To Do In A Fight / Wednesday, Period III / Week I

[atreideslioness]

It felt like the last time Ghanima had taught this class was a lifetime ago: one where she'd taught with a different Deadpool than the one currently running around, Ben Skywalker was a student and not a parent, and Shunsui was still teaching.

Who knew that five years was both nothing, and everything in the context of time?

Class was meeting - for today - in a standard classroom, instead of the Danger Shop or gym as one might expect. Ghanima was waiting at the front of the classroom, sitting on the teacher's desk and clad in a light tunic and slacks with her hair tied back in a ponytail. A very different look, from what students who had taken her classes before had come to expect.

"Welcome to 'What NOT to do in a Fight,'" she said, once everyone had shown up. "I am Lady Ghanima Atreides. You may refer to me as Lady Ghanima, Miss Ghanima, Miss Atreides, or whatever makes you feel most comfortable."

"This class is both academic and practical; deconstructing commonly-held perceptions and tropes perpetuated by the media, as well as learning basic self-defense and fighting techniques, how to take down an opponent as quickly as possible, and what your own limits are. Therefore, today we start with the basics: how to hit something 101, when it's ineffective, and knowing your own strength."

"Which is why I brought clowns for you to start with." Yes, yes she had, and Ghanima hopped off the desk to start taking them out of the supply closet where she'd hidden them. "It's mid-week the fall term of school, and you're probably either confused, pissed off, and/or sick of introductions already. You might as well take it out on something." Ghanima continued, a smile tugging at her lips. "Hence, the clowns. They're going to pop right back up after you slap them, as a demonstration of how ineffective such a technique is."

"So let's move the desks out of the way and get started."

"Yes, And:" Improv Theatre and You, Wednesday, Period One

[furnaceface]

Thinking better of carting a classful of students over to the Boards to have their first class on a stage that was now scorched and covered in broken glass and such, Jono had claimed the Danger Shop instead.

And then he'd programmed it to look like the Boards' stage, pre-failed-wedding-three. It had been easier to do than the cleaning would have been, at any rate. He was sitting on the edge of the stage when the students filed in, and gestured for them to make themselves comfortable in the theatre seating as they arrived.

( Alright. Looks like I'm here teaching you lot after all. )

[OOC: Open!]