How To Science Things All Sciencily, Monday

[whatisclocks]

A tall, red-headed woman in a suit walked backwards through the open door.

She eyed the ceiling.

She walked forwards through the door, glancing at her feet.

She stepped backwards through it again. "If it's American," she wondered, "How can it be so French? Bloody traitors. Though I heard the French picked macaroni over a pen earlier, I can understand wanting a real snack, but it sounds like they were just tired of eating all that French."

Philomena narrowed her eyes at the ceiling. "Think someone scribbled on there, maybe it's the pen," she said. "Wait, does this mean France has all of one pen--?"

She turned around and startled immediately. "What are you?" she demanded of the class.

... that was apparently going to be it.

Getting to Know Your Own Backyard | Monday, Period 2

[futurespacemom]

Class had been handwavily informed that they would be meeting each week at the junkyard instead of a classroom. You're...welcome?

When they got there, they'd find Hera and Kanan waiting, with the Ghost prepped and ready to go right behind them.( Cut because these guys are long-winded, too. )

Library, Monday

[intotheout]

Bill had been quietly flipping out in bubbles since Friday.

"See?" Tip said. "It's the same old library. Just like it's always been."

NO, said Bill. DIFFERENT.

Tip sighed and let Bill continue to cover the ceiling in vague, disconcerted bubbles while she got to work.

[open!]

Advanced Takeout, Monday, May 8, 2017

[heroic_jawline]

For the first day of class, there was a nice selection of protein shakes or coffee for the students to grab before things started. Because they were starting on a high note. It was all down hill from here on out, kids.

"Hello, and welcome to Advanced Takeout," Tony said. "I'm Mr. Stark or Tony if you'd rather."

"And I'm Steve Rogers," Steve added. "Um, calling me Steve would be kind of strange. Welcome to Advanced Takeout. We know there are a couple other food-related classes this summer--this one is for people who can't cook."

Like them.

They only blew up one kitchen! On island. So far.

"Captain Rogers," Tony suggested to the class because Steve lacked the casual sweaters for 'Mr. Rogers' after all. "It's the first class, so things will be easy with letting us know your name and why you picked this class. You're in for a lot of this for the rest of the week. Sorry."

Steve grinned. "You can also tell us your biggest kitchen disaster. We blew up a microwave making apple pie a few months back."

Don't ask how. Just...don't.

"And I even have a doctorate in chemistry, so it can happen to anyone," Tony added cheerfully. Because it had been for science. Didn't you all feel better about yourselves?

"And after you're done with the introductions, you can try to make coffee or a protein shake," Steve said. Which, well, Tony's robot DUM-E had a hard time doing, so it can't be that easy, right?