Iron Fandom, Wednesday

[spin_kick_snap]

The tent from last week was gone and in its place was a bright chrome kitchen with the words Iron Fandom written on the vents. Next to individual tables stood the sous chefs, looking quiet and professional--though Pinkie's braids were starting starting to unravel on her sous chef's head.

Special guest judge Hardison walked into the Danger Shop, looked at the sous chefs, and burst out laughing. "Everythin' about this class is perfect an' beautiful," he announced. And then continued to laugh.

You girls do your thing. He was going to be busy for a little while. With the giggles.

"Welcome back, everyone." Raven threw Hardison a smile and a wink, then faced the class. She was getting better and better at this whole 'faking it until she made it' business. She almost even felt normal this week. "And welcome our very special guest judge of the week, computer guru and lord of the world's most perfect food (hot pockets): Hardison!"

The APPLAUSE sign appeared again, encouraging the students to clap for their guest judge.

Hardison, still chortling, gave a little wave. "Hey," he greeted the class, trying to talk through his laugher. "I was--I was told that today's special ingredient is bread, so uhh..." He glanced back to the braided sous chef and lost it, flailing at Kathy to continue.

Kathy was also smiling, mostly at how positively gleeful Hardison looked. "He's right," she said. "Today's Iron Fandom--" pause for the musical sting "--will feature bread as the main ingredient that needs to be featured in your appetizer, main course, and dessert. White, wheat, baguettes, ciabatta, even pita if you want. There are plenty of different types of bread for you to choose from."

"You can also try cooking your own, if you think you'll have time," Raven added. "But we only have an hour, so try not to over-do it. I . . . think you guys probably know the deal now? Hardison, do you have any sage advice?"

"Hmm?" Hardison put his phone back in his pocket, trying to look innocent and not like he'd been taking pictures of the sous chefs. "Oh, uhh, use your time wisely?" he suggested, sneaking another peek at the holograms. "An' make sure you use your--" he started snickering again "--sous chefs--" more giggles "--to their full potential..."

Yeah, he was done. And cackling.

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

[jedigrammarians]

Aphra’s class were in the Danger Shop again, though last week's Massassi temple was nowhere to be seen. Instead they stood in the foyer of what had clearly once been a sleek, high-tech office-block that now looked considerably worse for wear.

Aphra held up her thumb and forefinger about a centimetre apart. “So, kids, I may have cheated a little last week with all the traps,” she said. “While you're probably going to run across all kinds of traps and security measures when exploring ruins, especially the important ones, most of the time they’re not going to be in super great condition. Well, unless things were really built to last, or someone's doing maintenance, in which case the traps are the least of your problems. Trust me on that.” Angry locals were not something they wanted to deal with.

“Basically, they're called ruins for a reason, and there's a lot of ways they become ruins, time, war, natural disasters, vacuum suckers deciding they're entitled to mess with a less advanced culture’s achievements for fun, but the big one’s the first, time. Things break down, batteries run down, no one replaces the poison darts, you get the picture. But if you think that makes them safe, you probably deserve whatever horrible accident happens next.” Aphra was great at reassurances. “Anyway, last week we went up, so today it’s down.”

Library, Wednesday

[era_two_triangle]

Nothing was amiss whatsoever in the library today, if you asked Peridot. She'd chosen a topic to research today and was throwing herself into it fully, reading up on methods of intergalactic travel among sentient life forms across the multiverse.

A book jumped up on an overturned coffee mug and started gesturing grandly around at some other books with its pages.

Peridot turned a page.

A magazine demonstrated its amazing balancing skills on the upper edge of an open filing cabinet drawer.

Peridot leaned into her study materials to get a better look at a diagram on transporting solid matter at light-speed.

Another book swung by on a trapeze fashioned out of Scotch tape and a pencil.

Peridot studied on.

The library was open. And... normal?

[OOC: And OCD-free!]

Arts & Crafts, Wednesday, 2nd Period

[sampippy]

There was no Deadpool in the classroom this week.

"Oh, seriously?" Xanthippe asked no one in particular, once it became obvious he wasn't about to show up. "He's not even bothering to come to his own class now?"

Luckily – and for absolutely no reason – there was a big bag of self-adhesive googly eyes on the teacher's desk. Xanthippe pointed at it.

"Do something with those, I guess. I don't care."

(She would've liked to come up with an actual class. But that would've meant getting some advance warning, Wade. So, acting like she didn't care was going to be the way to go.)