Getting to Know Your Own Backyard, Monday, Period 2

[uncertain_dume]

Once again, class was to meet in the junkyard. Not because this was a trash class. Not even because the Ghost was a trash ship. The Ghost was an excellent ship. And the roof of the MCA probably couldn't support her weight. Suck it up, kids.

"Huh," Kanan mused, smirking a little. "We got people back for week two. Good. Get on the ship, and we'll talk about planet number two on the way."

( This one's called Venus. )

Advanced Takeout, Monday, May 15, 2017

[imafuturist]

Steve...had no real concept of what time zone he was in right now. He was clinging to an enormous cup of coffee and dressed in his stealth suit. "Sometimes, you're hungry but are completely out of the will to cook and don't feel like leaving the comfort of your sofa," he began.

Tony somehow managed to be the bright-eyed and bushy tailed one of the pair today. Something was very wrong. "Or feel like talking to someone to get the food," he added. "Which means we'll be learning all about the wonder of online ordering."

He waved at the small collection of tablets for the students to pick up for this exercise.

"This is really one of the best things about living right now," Steve had to admit. "All kinds of food will just show up at your house."

"You will need money, though," Tony said quickly. "Cash or a credit card. Today will just be for practice, so these aren't live sites. Just some copies I dummied up for you guys."

Steve nodded. "Since food won't really show up, maybe pretend to explore a cuisine you haven't already tried. I like Thai."

"Next week we'll get you some real food," Tony promised. He'd have to put it in his calender to remember. "And practice the awkward delivery guy interaction that will become part of this whole process."

Please stop picturing either teacher as a pizza delivery boy.

Library, Monday

[intotheout]

Tip was having a perfectly normal shift at the library when, while walking down one of the aisles in the mythology section, she was attacked from above by a small mass-market paperback holding a silver toothpick.

It was a Wendy the Werewolf Stalker tie-in novel. "I've actually never seen your show," she told it. "It ended when I was like two."

The book sagged and looked pathetic. Tip sighed.

"Fine," she said. "I'll find it on Netflix." The book looked optimistic. "And then read you."

The book wriggled happily and dropped its toothpick.

Yup. Perfectly normal shift at the library.

[open!]

How To Science Things All Sciencily, Monday

[whatisclocks]

Philomena wandered into class five minutes late without paying attention to the class. In fact, she walked to the window and peered, lost in thought for at least another three minutes, before half-turning and startling.

"Oh," she said, "You're still here."

Had they been here all week? Had she hallucinated them leaving? Perhaps they were time-jumpers.

"I was just caught by the leaves," she explained. "Strange things, aren't they? I keep wondering, how are they up there? And why are they attached to the trees like some strange hand-shaped parasite? Do the trees even know that they are on there, and if so, don't they long for a shave or some kind of... tree doctor to come fix it for them?"

She peered back outside.

"I used to wonder why they changed color in fall, but I found out about that, and it's absolutely disgusting," she said. "There's this stuff inside of them called chlorophiles, and they gnaw on sunlight, like a deranged vagina dentata."

She shivered. "It just ain't right," she muttered. "It just ain't right."

She turned back to the class. "So this is a class about sciencing, so we should probably do like proper science men and get samples," she said. "I want you to go out and get some samples and glue them to a piece of paper, so you can wave 'em around to ward off the others, like a sort of warning. Just be careful, 'cos the leaves have got skeletons, and nothing good ever came from a skeleton you can eat."

After finishing that line of thought, she looked at the class expectantly.

"Well? Off you go."