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

[myownface]

Today, Sparkle was actually looking pretty pumped as he sat on the desk at the front of the class. His Big Bad Wolf costume had gone over pretty well in class last night. At least, he figured it had. It was probably not a bad sign when the instructor said 'I would tap that wolf,' was it?

That mood would probably fade with this discussion, at least.

"Hey again, guys," he greeted. "Our last few classes have been about things like basic needs, and why people might find themselves on the street... or in a similar situation." Good to make a nod toward that, yes. He was starting to figure out his audience, here. "You guys brought up a few good ones that I hadn't listed myself, like refugee situations and overbearing government systems holding the people back."

( That was the best he had for the whole... Auradon... thing. )

Art, Thursday, Period Three

[geniuswithasmartphone]

Hardison met the class back in the art room wearing a canvas smock that was already streaked with grayish-brown matter. "So, we been spendin' a lot of time paintin' an' such, but there's a lot more to art than just two-dimensions. Today, we're expandin' into the third dimension by workin' with clay!" He seemed very excited about this, yes. "Clay is an old art form an' very versatile, goin' back almost to the beginnin' of humanity, when we were usin' it to make cups, bowls, oil lamps, an other useful pottery. Because it's so old, there are plenty of ways to work with clay, so I encourage you to try a coupla different ways out."

He handed out smocks to everyone so they could protect their clothing, then brought them over to a table where there were several lumps of clay in various stages of completion. "So, there are multiple ways of workin' clay, from handworkin' where you make basic pinch pots to coiled pots to slab pots." With each type of pot he mentioned, Hardison took a few moments to show the students the basic steps. "Over here, we got a few pottery wheels where you can attempt to throw a pot." He nearly made a joke about no reenacting the scene from Haunt and realized that it was possible none of the students would get it.

Oh god, he was getting old.

"Now, some important tips. Keep some water handy, cause water will help loosen your clay. If you make a mistake, a little bit of water will help smooth it down. Too much water, though, an' your clay can liquify, so be sparin'. Also, you might wanna beat on your clay a little bit to help loosen it up an' make it more malleable--think like a baker with bread dough. An' lastly, when you're cleanin' up, don't let any clay go down the sink. It ain't water soluable, so if too much goes down the drain, the pipes'll clog an' I don't need Principal Winchester comin' after me for bustin' the schools plumbin'."

Friendship and Stabbing: an Adventurer's Guide, Thursday 2nd Period

[wrongkindofsith]

The Danger Shop did not look anything like what the class should have come to expect from these two. Instead it looked like a construction site. One without any workers, and were the tools kept doing the same motions over and over again.

There was also a sign that read 'Pobody's nerfect!'. The sign had a fist sized hole in it.

"So, the shop is apparently doing some updates and timed it right for when we wanted to teach," Magnus said, trying to place himself between Cara and the sign to prevent more bloodshed. "Which isn't great. Not something we planned on happening at all."

The particulars of which they'd been arguing right up until the updated started and that sign appeared. But united fronts and all that. "So we're going to have to improvise today. Let that be a lesson in itself."

Because they came from different canons in regards to the permanence of death. "Bob and weave," Magnus added cheerfully. "You never know what life's gonna throw at you, so always stay ready. We could... make sure to go through our inventories! Sometimes you forget what you have and then never end up using it when the situation calls for it."

Or because one of them had unresolved trauma from their own teenage experiences with temporary death as a teaching tool. Shut up, Cara's narrative. "In which case you deserve whatever happens." Someone was a judgemental pants today.

"Sooo... let's do that. And we still have leftover Cheerwine. Not sure why, I didn't even buy it." Because ya'll were from West Virginia, buddy. "But it's pretty good."

"If you say so," Judgeypants.