Art, Thursday, Period Three

[geniuswithasmartphone]

Class was in the Danger Shop today, but the Danger Shop itself was set up to look like a large, airy art room, filled with any number of different options for art. There were canvases with acrylics, oils, and watercolors. Large sheets of paper with pens, pencils, crayons, markers, chalk, and charcoal. Clay for molding and shaping, supplies for papier-mâché, and colored sand, styrofoam, and wax for sculpting. There were crystals and beads and even raw macaroni noodles in various shapes and colors, along with string and glue and construction paper. In the corner of the room, there were even supplies to make sock puppets. Pretty much any moddable art material someone could need was available.

"Welcome to art class," Hardison said, waving as his class entered--and keeping an eye out for any visitors that might be peeping in as well. "This is just straight up an' art class, not art history or art theory. So while we might spend some time learnin' about different techniques an' stuff, most of the class is geared towards y'all gettin' your hands dirty an' learnin' by doin'. Consider it an hour you get to spend creatin' somethin' an' maybe discoverin' a talent you ain't know you had."

If there was one thing he'd seen among the denizens of Fandom, it was that most of them were creative in one way or another, even if that creativity was just finding new and exciting ways to get into trouble.

"Now, I know that this week is supposed to be introductions an' it will be. But we're doin' it at the end. For today, I want you to spend the period makin' somethin' that you feel represents you. Paint a picture. Draw somethin'. Make somethin'. Build somethin'. Whatever you feel represents who you are, express it with some kinda art. At the end of class, we're gonna go 'round the room an' introduce ourselves. Name, grade, any kinda art experience you already got, an' then an explanation of what you created an' why it represents who you are."

Friendship and Stabbing: an Adventurer's Guide, Thursday

[magnusrushesin]

The danger shop was set up to look like a tavern for class today. Just your average tavern in your average town. There was a bard in the corner, strumming out Jock Jams. Because that was a normal fantasy song for one of your teachers.

There was one big ol' table for everyone, though. Because you couldn't learn about adventuring without starting out right.

"Hail and well met, students!" Magnus said, lifting his mug of cider in greeting. It was cider because they were in a school still. "My name is Magnus Burnsides, human fighter and occasional rogue..."

He looked over at Cara expectantly.

"Cara." Beat. Several beats, actually. "Mord'Sith." And if you didn't know what that was, that was your problem.

"You're in a tavern because it's one of the traditional places to meet people," she continued after several more moments.

"Also, quests usually start here," Magnus added. "The kind that end with someone getting an arm chopped off or someone dating death or someone turning into a mannequin."

Cara was just going to let that sit there a little while longer. "Also barfights." And if that wasn't a warning to you, you hadn't been paying attention in any of her previous classes.

It was progress!

Magnus not so covertly covered his mug with his hand. "So, tell us your name, what sort of adventures you've already had and... roll real real good?"

Then the ninjas attacked.

Urban Survival - The Uglier Side of City Living, Thursday, Period 2

[myownface]

Unlike the first time he had taught this class, Sparkle looked... actually mostly at ease in front of the room, today. The tiniest grin was pulling at his lips, in fact. Okay. He could do this. He was going to stand in front of the class and he was going to teach them things.

Some of them for a second time. That was cool too.

"Hey, guys. Welcome to Urban Survival. I'm Sparkle-- just Sparkle, I don't do the last name thing, I'm like Cher or Björk or whatever. I'm from Toronto, which is the largest, most populated city in modern-day Canada, that big cold country north of here. It's also probably not anything like half of the cities you guys know, going by the variety in students we get around here."

Yeah, this was going way more smoothly than that first time, already. Good.

"But in this class it isn't going to matter if you're from Calgary or Coruscant. Not entirely. Even if the cities change, what you're going to need in order to survive if you're out on the streets in them is going to remain fairly consistent. And people might change from place to place... but they're people. They're gonna be people no matter where you go, complete with a lot of the same 'everyone for themself' shit." He gave a little smile and a shrug of his shoulders. "So, starting next week, we're gonna make it work. This week I want to get a feel for who I'm teaching. So, let's hear a little about you guys. Your name, a little bit about what it is you consider a city back home, and what you hope to pick up from here before the end of the semester. Like I said, I'm Sparkle, from a big modern city in the land of hockey and shitty fast food coffee. And I'm teaching this class because I've been there and done that, which around here is enough to pass as actual teaching qualifications, I guess. See, easy. Your turn."

[OOC: Open!]

Music Appreciation, Friday 1st period

[sharp_man]

Students arriving in the music room were greeted by the sight of their teachers - one in a superbly tailored and tasteful blue plaid wool three-piece and the other in black leather pants, black leather jacket, grey turtleneck, and fire.

There were also hot chocolate, coffee, and tea. It was cold out (as if Hannibal needed an excuse).

//Hello,// started the first instructor telepathically, //and welcome to Music Appreciation, which is more or less what it says on the tin. Hannibal and myself - I'm Jono, and he's Doctor Lecter to you - will be spending this term giving you all a crash course in different genres of music from different eras. Mostly what this means is that we sit around listening to and talking about different songs, composers, and bands, what might have influenced them, what about each piece grabs your interest or turns you off...that sort of thing.//

Clearly Jono had put a lot of thought into this spiel.

"As you might have guessed," Hannibal continued, "the two of us have very different tastes in music." Although they both liked Opeth. "My experience has for the most part been in traditional forms of music - orchestral, opera, and some gagaku, which is a Japanese form of music for those of you who may not be familiar with it. I've only been getting familiar with more modern music due to Jono's influence."

//Which, goes both ways, a bit,// Jono said. //I prefer modern alternative, grunge, and punk myself, but I'm familiar with practically anything that comes through my shop - I run the Groovy Tunes in town - so I'll be the one introducing you lot to everything from Pearl Jam to Patsy Cline. Modern folk, rock, rap...// He gave Hannibal a wry glance. //It's certainly not for everybody, but hopefully some of you will appreciate it all the same.//

"I also have some knowledge of modern experimental music," Hannibal added. He chuckled. "Which is also not for everybody, but perhaps we will try it." Because theremin was awesome.

"For today, I believe introductions are traditional. Let's go around the room, and if everybody would please tell us your name, why you're taking this class, and something about your favorite type of music. Also, if you play an instrument, I'm curious to know. Beginning myself, I am Doctor Hannibal Lecter, I am teaching this class because I enjoy sharing music with others, and I prefer western orchestral music. I play the harpsichord and piano and the theremin."

//And I'm Jono Starsmore, teaching this class because I want an excuse to make everybody listen to Nirvana,// Jono added, a smile in his voice as he said it. //As I said before, I've got a preference toward alternative, grunge, and punk, but a soft spot for Pearl Jam especially. And I mostly just stick to guitar. Electric, usually. I can also play bass.//

He nodded to the first student. //Your turn.//