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

[jedigrammarians]

Today the Danger Shop resembled the library.

"Hopefully you guys have learnt a little about what it's like to be an archaeologist, but now we come to the most dangerous and treacherous part." Aphra paused for dramatic effect. "Grant proposal writing!"

Cue the thunder and lightning. Yes. Really. "See, before you can get out there and discover what's...out there, you tend to need things like money, permits, equipment, bribes, the list goes on, and everything goes much smoother if you can sweet talk someone else into footing the bill."

Sure, Aphra tended to skip all that, but she was a trained professional rogue archaeologist. "So you're going to be writing your very own proposal today, there's a bunch of information on the tables and the computers about various potential dig sites, so work up a plan, what you need, and why they should give your dig the money instead of your classmates."

The Magic of Plants, Wednesday, Per 3

[glacial_queen]

Rather than a trip to the Danger Shop today, Karla's class was traveling via portal to Alnwick Poison Gardens, located in Alnwick, Northumberland, England. Off in the distance was a castle, likely familiar to any fans of the Barry Plodder movie franchise. Several hundred feet to their left was a giant treehouse, built into a stand of sweet-smelling lime trees. And directly in front of them stood a walled garden, a pair of forbidding gates barring their entrance. Even without the handy "The Poison Garden" sign above them, it would be easy to guess this was where they were going, with the skull-and-crossbones motif and the warning on either door: These Plants Can Kill. For all that the Alnwick Gardens tried to suggest a old, pastoral feel, state-of-the-art surveillance equipment watched over the poison garden; where people were free to wander about and examine the plants elsewhere, entrance here was strictly monitored and guarded. Inside the walls, many of the plants were kept behind bars, out of reach of onlookers, and yet more warning signs abounded. The Poison Gardens were beautiful, a profusion of color, and that much more dangerous for it.

"Many plants have medicinal value," Karla said as she led her students through the gates. "However, like most medicines, using too much or the wrong sections of the plant can turn your revitalizing medicine into a virulent poison. We're going to spend some time looking at the medicinal section of the gardens today, and then enjoy lunch up in that treehouse." Karla had been here several times. To, err, taste test. really. "There are over a hundred different kinds of poisonous and toxic plants in this garden, including several species of narcotics which require special dispensation from the British government to grow. Every plant in this garden can kill you, most in horrible and excruciating ways, and the staff don't want to worry about someone being stupid enough to pick a flower as a souvenir and end up dead. So keep your hands to yourself as we wander through. You'll notice how the sign says not to smell the plants? They're not kidding. Every year, a decent percentage of tourists end up passing out because they've inhaled too many toxic fumes while exploring the garden. Should you find yourself growing lightheaded or developing a headache, step back from whatever plant you're examining, come back to the gate or head to the vine tunnel at the exit, and breathe cleaner air."

The Healing Power of Crystals, Wednesday

[captainskullpoopl]

"Today is our last day together," Deadpool said with a little sniffle of regret. "Unless you take me next class. I can't remember what it is, but I'm sure it'll be fun."

A beat.

"Fun for me. I don't know about you. I'm not in charge of your fun."

That was true. He was only in charge of himself. And making money for Fox.

"Anywho, last class. Very sad. I'm back mostly because a restraining order is keeping me away from filming. So let's just think back on the good times."

If everyone got that 'footage not found' mental image, it was only to be expected.

"Yeah, that's enough of that. You all get a crystal that will help you further on your journey."

They were, once again, the same crystals that had the price tags on them. Because Deadpool was cheap.

Library, Wednesday

[era_two_triangle]

The Gem was absolutely in the library today. Absolutely. If you could find her, all the better.

She wasn't in the stacks, no. She wasn't immediately visible at the desk, either.

A bit of looking around or just calling her names would reveal that she'd tucked herself into a corner, where she was alternating between putting the final finishing touches on Summer's phone, and reading the last of those sort-of-romance books about the magical gemstone people, giving both things equal, rapt attention.

Look, she was here, people would just have to settle for that, right?

[OOC: Open library! SP for work.]

Fighting And Fabulousity, Wednesday, Period One

[seveninchmotto]

The last session was being held in a normal classroom. No weapons in sight - but, there were a bunch of feather boas, again, on the teacher's desk at the front of the class. Yes.

And Isabelle perched on the edge of the desk. "So, we meet for the last time," she said. "And we're ending this on a discussion. I want to hear what your thoughts are on fighting and fabulousity? Do you think there's any reason for the two to mix at all? Is it necessary or even smart to aim at being fabulous when mortal peril might be involved?"

She shrugged. "For my part, looking good is very important to me just in general. And because of that, it's very natural for me to mix the two, because knowing I look great adds a sliver of confidence. I'm not saying I need it. But I enjoy it, all the same."

It made hunting demons in the sewers a little more bearable, for one.

"Oh, and once we're done, you can all grab yourselves a feather boa. The administration told me I couldn't give you weapons. Apparently it's frowned upon." A beat. "So if anyone's interested in getting a nice blade, talk to me after class."