Creative Weaponry; Tuesday, 1st Period. [01/30].

[special_rabbit]

Class that morning would be held in the Danger Shop again, where the students would find themselves on white sandy beach. The sun overhead in the clear blue sky was big and bright and definitely way too hot. On one side, the vast and seemingly endless ocean stretched out to the horizon, the skeleton of a shipwreck just far enough to seem out of reach except for the very best swimmers. On the other side, the thick jungle sprouted up, most of the paths seeming blocked off and impenetrable a few feet in.

"Welcome," Amaya greeted them brightly, "to OhCrap Island!"

Hey, she was never that great at names. "There," she said, hitching a thumb over her shoulder at the wreckage poking out of the water, "is our ship. Luckily, there were a few rowboats on board to get us to shore," and she gestured toward the six small wooden boats with oars bobbing along on the edge of the water, "but we're S.O.L. on getting back home the way we came. Which shouldn't be a problem, they'll be sending help soon, but we've got to survive the night first. Maybe not so hard if this were a survival class; we'd make a fire, find some food, sing Kumbaya. But this is a weapons class, so guess what? This jungle here is chock full of big scary animals that are going to want to eat us in about half the class's time, so we're going to need to defend ourselves.

"Now I know some of you," Yang, "can probably defend yourself without weapons, but that's not the point, and I'd hope I wouldn't need to tell any of you that, anyway, but it never hurts to remind ya. There might not seem like much to work with at first, but if you look closely, you might surprise yourself with what you find. Just a few notes: feel free to swim out and search for debris, but keep in mind that getting too close to the ship, you'll find a current that'll sweep you right back here on the island with lungs full of sea water and barnacles in your hair. Go too far into the forest and the animals are going to chase you right out. Everything else, though, is fair game.

"So, let's have at it! We've only got a little bit before dinner time."

[[and the ocd is on its way done making friends with a volleyball]]

Beginning Gourmet Cooking Techniques | Tuesday, per. 2

[sharp_man]

Class had been handwavily asked to meet at Portalocity today, and Hannibal smiled at the students when they arrived. "Good morning. There are several field trips we may take this semester, to experience first-hand some things that might benefit from it."

He paused. "If any of you have difficulties with green light, I suggest you don sunglasses before we embark." He wasn't particularly fond of this world's sun, but the people at the store were very friendly and helpful.

Once anybody who wanted to had put on their glasses, Hannibal waved them through the ( portal )

Library, Tuesday

[spell_chucker]

Cooking class had made Khadgar curious about how many kinds of cooking implements were available to people trying to learn to make things besides conjured pastries. When he got to the library, he got onto one of the computers and did a search, and was instantly overwhelmed by the Williams-Sonoma catalog. Luckily, he also found the Hater's Guide, which made everything seem a little more reasonable. Still, he was deep down a rabbit hole of knives and organic artisanal oils, so hopefully someone would come by needed help to drag him back to reality.