Iron Fandom, Wednesday

[spin_kick_snap]

So...Kathy and Raven were teaching a class. Well, sorta. Did a summer workshop session really count as a class? Or maybe it counted as a class, but it didn't actually make them teachers. Kathy didn't think she was ready for the responsibility of being a teacher. But overseeing a workshop based on a reality TV show she and Raven had mainlined for a few days? Yeah, that was almost small enough to wrap her brain around.

Ignore the way she was wringing her hands up until class started though. That was totally unrelated. Really.

Raven was kind of wishing she had some cheeseburgers to stress eat her way through, like she'd done at the welcome picnic. But it seemed kind of tacky to do that when you were planning to, you know, judge your students' food. She was supposed to keep her palate clean. Or something. So she was stress eating her nails instead. Or gnawing on them, anyway. She had full control over the shape and length of her nails at all times, so biting them off tended to get a little . . . uncomfortable.

"Um," she said, when it seemed like the whole class was here. All . . . three of them. They were all kind of dwarfed by the Danger Shop's current dramatic kitchen set up. At least everyone would have lots of room to spread out?

Hurray.

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Archaeology for Fun and Profit! [Tues, 1st Period]

[jedigrammarians]

Finding out about the Danger Shop had been a delightful surprise given the average level of tech about this place, but even Aphra needed time to familarise herself with entirely new hardware and software. So reluctantly she'd settled for one of the 'normal' classrooms today.

Which didn't even have holoprojecters. Honestly.

Once it looked like she had roughly the right number of students, Aphra turned the chair at the front desk around and flopped down into it backward, forearms dangling over the backrest.

"I'm Doctor Aphra and given some of the things I've been hearing I should probably assure you that I'm actually qualified to teach this subject," she began. "Which is archaeology in case some of you just dropped in because you're bored.

"But what is archaeology?" She drummed her fingers against the chair. "Well, essentially it's grave-robbing with fancier paperwork. In both cases you go somewhere people used to live, dig up the place, and take their stuff. Sometimes their corpses too. Only difference is that paperwork."

"Buuuuuuuuuuuuut..." Aphra drew out the word. "That paperwork makes all the difference. See you get the same loot, and the same dead bodies if you're into that, but archaeologists take notes and verify their finds, which means their old, dead stuff is worth a lot more." Academically and monetarily. "They become artefacts, and you can learn from those, including where to find more artefacts.

"Still, much as I love the sound of my own voice, apparently I'm supposed to do introductions this week, so we'll do that then an exercise so you can understand what being an archaeologist is all about."

Aphra pointed to a random student. "You with the face. You're first. Who are you? Why are you here? What's in your pockets?"

Arts & Crafts, Wednesday - 2nd Period

[captainskullpoopl]

Hopefully the class prepares for the most intense art class they could possibly get at this school.

"New digs. Not too sure about the layouts, but hot damn look at that lack of Russia."

Or not because this was still Deadpool.

"Alright, I think that's all of you," he said glancing toward the back in case there were stragglers. "And if it's not... No one cares."

Yeah, what could you do?

"Okay, so you're here to learn shit and that's on you. I'm here for a paycheck and the satisfaction that comes from molding young minds and we're both going to leave disappointed," he continued. "My name is Mr. Deadpool. And I'm not going to remember any of yours unless they're funny. So, you know what? Impress me. Make up a name."

It would make keeping track of students impossible. Good thing he didn't do that.

"Oh, and I found some construction paper and glue to go with the fucking bucket of glitter I stole from the supply closet. Make something that represents your inner self." He held up a glitter and glue drawing of a burning house. "This is mine and I'll sue your ass if you plagiarize it."

Library, Wednesday

[era_two_triangle]

Once again, the books were behaving themselves. They seemed inclined to swap weeks, that way. Which made Peridot even less inclined to trust them.

Tricksy books.

She was going to just sit there and be sparkly while she glowered at them from behind the desk. If they were going to sit there and behave like books, she was going to sit there and behave like a Gem who had spent part of her day in Deadpool's arts and crafts class.

That'd show them.

[OOC: OCD freeee today.]