Don't Be a Hero [Thursday, 2nd Period]

[wrongkindofsith]

"Priorities." They were back in the Danger Shop, because that always ended well. The simulation itself resembled a the edge of large, yet not particularly dense, New Zealand forest with a broad path leading into it. "Heroes cannot deal with them. The world might be about to end, and still they'll stop to rescue farm animals, or mend fences, or pick flowers." Richard.

"So today you have a simple task. Follow this trail through the woods. Not hard."

Discovering Earth, Friday, Period 2

[uncertain_dume]

Hannibal's smile today was pleased and anticipatory. "Today we won't be seeing much; there are, after all, other sorts of experiences and other ways to enjoy Earth. Today, we'll be pampering ourselves. And letting others pamper us."

Notice had been sent out before class today that, while getting wet was optional, students might want to consider bringing some manner of swimwear today. And that notice had been given for good reason.

"Looks like Dr. Lecter found us a spa," Kanan said, looking... amused, mostly. "In the... Caribbean? Am I saying that right?"

"You are," Hannibal confirmed. "And since we've been fairly parsimonious so far, we should be able to make up for it today." The school was never going to let him do this again. Except Hannibal.

"Right," Kanan mused, scratching thoughtfully at his beard, "we probably saved them a bit on that trip into space, anyway."

Thanks, Hera!

"So I fully expect everybody to have a very good time," Hannibal said. "Whether you prefer a massage, a bath, or simply wandering the lovely treehouse."

It was a thing, apparently.

"A spa in a treehouse," Kanan mused, shaking his head and grinning. "Not making Earth any less cute, Doctor."

Practical Diplomacy, Friday

[saddeserthermit]

Today the class was back in the Danger Shop, which had been transformed into a soulless, cavernous, white room with many, many serpentine lines of beaten-down looking people juggling luggage, children, and documentation. "Welcome to Immigration and Customs," Anakin said, looking a little too happy. He'd planned something awful for the students. Awful.

"The lives of diplomats aren't always all parties and intrigue," Obi-Wan said dryly. "In fact, rather a lot of it involves sitting in rooms much like this one, attempting not to lose one's mind."

"You have diplomatic passports, which grant you access in some cases to a line especially for you," Anakin said, "...just not in this case. You are also given a droid baby, who has been programmed to be hungry about three minutes ago. You have four bags to bring with you through the line, plus the baby, and the person in front of you has never travelled before and is extremely chatty. The person behind you can't find their documentation."

"But," Obi-Wan said, "You are on a different nation's soil, and you may not upset the locals." Beat. "Too much. So be diplomatic."

Anakin grinned evilly. "Also keep in mind that you have another flight to catch in three hours, on the other side of this checkpoint. After transferring your luggage and clearing another two checkpoints."

"And we are not telling you where the cantina is."