Archaeology: 2 Fun 2 Profit [Tues, 1st Period]

[jedigrammarians]

"You came back," Aphra greeted her class cheerfully, almost like she wasn't sure any of them would do so. "I'm so proud of all of you. Except the new guy, but I'm sure that'll change. Probably. Maybe." Sorry, Hyacinthe.

"Anyway, since doing the same introductions as last time would be boring, today you get to exercise a valuable skill, improvisation!" She hit a switch on the side of the Danger Shop door, revealing a small room with a desk and a harried looking Imperial behind it. "Sometimes it's a good idea to be...less than truthful about who you are and why you're coming to a planet, even for a respectable archaeologist." She guessed.

Aphra made finger guns at the Imp and his terrible moustache. "So, your job today is to have a nice friendly chat with this guy here and be be convincing enough it doesn't turn into an unfriendly chat."

Continue Trying Not to Die! [Tues, 2nd Period]

[jedigrammarians]

Anakin was not there to meet the class today, instead Aphra jogged up while trying not to look like she was hurrying all late. "So your teacher had a hair emergency and asked me to take your class today!" Despite the fact that he of all people should know why this was a terrible idea.

"Looks like we're going to some place called Australia, which is supposed to be full of beautiful beaches and murderous wildlife, sounds like fun. Alright, everyone through the portal." Aphra turned the note Anakin ahd left over. "Also watch out for the drop bears."

Maybe she should do a headcount first? ...nah. It'd be fine.

The Magic of Plants, Wednesday, Per 3

[glacial_queen]

It felt good to be back on the island again and in front of a class. Even though it seemed like she only came to the island these days when everything was exploding, Karla still missed Fandom and all of its whimsical madness. Though since she did have a class to teach, she should probably get on that, rather than reminiscing about the times she'd had class in this very room and the state of her old locker.

"Hello, class, and welcome to the Magic of Plants," she said, giving her class an easy smile. "Which, depending on where you're from, might have a disappointing ratio of magic to plants. This isn't some introduction to witchcraft--that's not how my Craft works--we are going to learn to unlock a lot of the uses of some common plants you might come across in your day to day life. You likely already know that plants are integral to our survival as a species; they feed us, clothe us, shelter us, provide us the bases for a great many medications and remedies. Also, tea, coffee, and chocolate all come from plants and without those necessities, we'd have to have serious conversations about how much of life is actually worth living."

Because coffee. Life-giving, precious coffee.

"But since you've all been on the island for at least a semester, then you know what the first week is for. So, introductions! Name, class, why you took this course, and then an old favorite ice breaker of mine--two truths and a lie. Tell the class two truths about yourself and one lie and we'll all guess which one is a lie. And then once that's done, we're going to use plants to make papyrus sheets like your Ancient...Sumerians did? No, that doesn't sound right, hold on." Karla looked at her phone to double check. "Ah! Ancient Egyptians! Right, like the Ancient Egyptians did."

Library, Wednesday

[era_two_triangle]

Peridot was looking only slightly crazed this morning as she skulked her way into the library, hair dishevelled and flanked by a pair of her occasional gremlin minions. They weren't looking particularly bitey today. Just marginally concerned for Peridot's well-being.

Somebody had been caught off-guard by the fireworks last night and had spent the entirety of the fireworks show and a good portion of the night thereafter huddled between two boulders out on the rocky bits, convinced that warrior Gems from Homeworld had arrived and were going to shatter her or drag her back to Yellow Diamond.

It hadn't been pretty.

So if anybody needed Peridot in the library today, she was here! She was just hiding under her desk while a pair of gremlins helped pick stray pebbles from her hair.

[OOC: Open! Don't mind the gremlins. If you don't provoke the Gremlin Queen, you'll be fine.]

The Healing Power of Crystals, Wednesday

[captainskullpoopl]

If the class was expecting someone a little more... Ms Cleo, they'd be disappointed. But not for a lack of trying on the teacher's part.

"Alright refused to come visit to work her blind lady magic," Deadpool informed them. "Something about how I just put on my old lady panties and teach my damn class by myself. Which. Gross. But here we are."

Learning about crystals.

"So, you took this class because easy A or you're my TA and you never escape the magic I provide. Tell me your name and about a magic crystal. Make it some Jim Henson shit. Or a story about a stripper, I'm not picky."

Fighting and Fabulousity, Wednesday, 1st Period

[seveninchmotto]

The class was meeting in the Danger Shop, which had been programmed to look like something reminiscent of the inside of a Gothic stone cathedral - with the exception that everywhere there were sturdy shelves with rows upon rows of different kinds of weapons on them.

And in the middle of it all, Isabelle Lightwood in a fabulous dress, with something silver coiled around her waist. Possibly a fashionable belt. Those that had something supernatural in them could also probably see that there were several black rune tattoos on her arms and the back of her right hand, and other spots on her arms were criss-crossed with faint silvery scars. "Hello, and congratulations on your good taste in classes," she told the students once everyone seemed to have shown up. Or she got bored of waiting. "This is Fighting and Fabulousity, and I'm Isabelle Lightwood, your guide throughout this workshop. I'm from New York, but graduated from Fandom High two years ago, so, expect me to be very aware of how this island functions."

Especially when it came to fighting.

"Now, because this is our first session and I don't feel like breaking tradition, so we'll be doing introductions. You'll each pick a weapon, any weapon that draws your interest, from anywhere on these shelves ––" She gestured around. So many weapons. "–– and then you'll tell us who you are, why you chose what you chose." She held up a finger. "I'll demonstrate."

She lowered her hand, and with seemingly just a little flick of her wrist, the silver coil from around her waist was in her hand: a long, silvery, metallic whip. "As I said before, I'm Isabelle Lightwood – feel free to just call me Isabelle – and this is my electrum whip. It's my favorite weapon, because it's very versatile. And also because it takes skill and practice to master." She paused for a beat, then smirked impishly. "It also looks cool."

She nodded, then gestured once more towards the shelves.

"Now, pick your weapons, and let's get started."

[ooc: OCD up, have at!]