Art, Thursday, Period Three

[geniuswithasmartphone]

Hardison was not exactly thrilled to have to dodge his way through the town-wide snowball fight. The gremlins were ambush masters and when they couldn't peg you with a snowball, they did their best to bite you. But Hardison could run when he needed to and had managed to make it to the school unscathed--and if the gremlins had brought their snowball fight up here to the school, they hadn't made it all the way to this little patch of grounds near the art classroom.

The snow here was still heavy and wet and mostly untouched. Perfect. He went around marking off mostly equivalent sized squares, while waiting for the class to show up. They'd find a note on the door telling them not to take off their winter gear and to head around to the outside.

"Hey y'all," he said when the class had mostly assembled. "So, we've talked about various other kinda sculptin', but today we're goin' with snow sculptin'. There are huge festivals every year where folks get together an' sculpt giant sculptures outta snow, mixin' fine art with performance art, as they do it in front of folks over a span of hours to days. Now, we ain't got the time or resources to do huge sculptures like that, but we got plenty of snow--" more than seemed reasonable, really "--an' an hour, so we can at least play around a bit."

He went over some quick instructions on different ways to build a snow sculpture. He had any number of potential moddable tools with him: sand buckets, jello molds, coolers, chisels, shovels, trowels, plywood boards--pretty much anything they might need to shape the snow.

And hopefully no gremlins would come along and ruin it.

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

[myownface]

Yeah, there was an e-mail sent out to students first thing that morning, and Sparkle had phoned the office to beg somebody to put a note on the door, just in case, because there was no way in hell. No way.

I wanted to be like the third teacher responsible enough to show for work this week, because I'm a goddamn Canadian and a little ice isn't going to kill me, but the island is crawling with frickin' gremlins, so fuck that. Take the day off, if you're already at the school try not to get bitten on the walk home, and spend the class period thinking about how an important part of surviving is properly assessing dangerous situations. We'll get into homeless shelters next week, unless there's some kind of disaster or something.

Sparkle was staying in today, thanks. Snowball fights were great. Hallucinogenic snowball fights were not his favourite.

[OOC: Well... it isn't a copy and paste class! Open for reactions or whatever, but yeah, Sparkle isn't gonna go there.]

Friendship and Stabbing: an Adventurer's Guide, Thursday 1st Period

[wrongkindofsith]

The class was not meeting in the Danger Shop. Because there was a snowball fight on, and Cara was not going to miss out on that. Besides the exercise'd be good for them. Or something.

Anyway, the upshot was that for once, Magnus wasn't the more excited of the pair. Be afraid.

"So, the class sorta fell into our laps today," Magnus said, keeping an eye out for snowballs headed his way.

He neglected to consider Cara, his friend, a threat. This was probably a mistake.

Oh, definitely, but that sudden yet inevitable betrayal wouldn't occur until after she ran out of other targets. "Whether it's snowballs or more deadly weapons, the rules of battle are simple. Get the other guy, don't get hit yourself."

"And don't use ice. That's not cool. We want a clean, fair match here." Also, neither of these were great at the healing. Magnus gave the class a serious look on that front. "And if you're all cool, we can have hot cocoa."

"Or something stronger." Because bribing students with booze was totally responsible teaching.

No one said they had to be responsible here. Wait. Yes they did.

Shit.

"So, let's get into initiative order!" Magnus said brightly.