Exploring Fun Times With Friends! (In Dungeons), Friday - 3rd Period

[magnusrushesin]

Well, hopefully the class was used to having weird teacher this week because this class was no different. Sorry not sorry, kids.

"Hey, did you know this place is like some super cool illusion magic or some shit?" Magnus shouted from behind a control panel.

"I don't care, we could have just held this outside." Hey, kids, did you know that you usually got to deal with the mellow version of Cara? Also be glad this wasn't being held outside.

Mellow Cara was a subjective thing.

"Yeah, but then we might get in trouble and I can't have detention again," Magnus shouted back. Because moving away from the control panel was just too much work. Plus? He somehow managed to make it look like a gladiator pit. Which was awesome.

The bitchin' gladiator pit wasn't the point. "They're not going to learn anything if we coddle them." Preventing major injury was not coddling, Cara.

Magnus tossed his hands in the air as he stepped over to the rack of foam weapons available to them all. "And I'm not wasting my healing potions on them!"

It was like having teenage mom and dad fighting.

Let's be real, it was probably going to end with actual blows. "And if they're good enough, they won't need them." And if they weren't good enough they didn't deserve them. "Walking it off doesn't do any harm."

Magnus sighed and rolled his eyes super hard. Because he was a surly teenager. "Fine, but I'm using this class to make sure no one here is secretly a Mind-flayer."

Because so many of them had tentacles, Magnus. So many.

Cara finally turned her attention on the class, and by attention, we meant a just as surly glare. "We're keeping this simple for those of you who might get easily confused." The boys. She meant the boys. "Use those to fight each other, last one standing wins."

So like the paintball, just nerfier.

Attitude: Deal With It, Friday, Period 2

[raspberryturk]

"Yo, Rookies!" Hello, Reno was on cloud nine today. Seeing most of the adults on the island turned into kids was fun enough when it happened, but being turned into teenagers? Moody little overdramatic teenagers? His life was like fifty percent better this week than it had been even the week before. "I think by now you all noticed the bit of sustained crazy goin' on out there, which is just rife with possibilities for my favorite hobby, so today we're gonna talk about gossip."

Reno did this more often than you'd think. Sadly.

"Even just a simple, 'Hey, who do you like?' can be a goldmine. See, there's more to that question than just findin' somethin' out about the person you're talkin' to, yo. There ain't no better icebreaker when you're diggin' for gossip like askin' somebody about themselves. And then, when that somebody says they like Tifa, like you knew they were gonna say, that's where you turn around and go, 'Man, poor so-an-so. I thought he was hot over her, yo.' Don't be afraid to stir shit up a little. Never know what kinda interestin' things you can find out when someone jumps to correct you."

Okay, granted, the 'who do you like' conversation that Reno was referencing at the moment had been with Rude, and he was pretty sure that Rude had just been playing along at the time once he'd managed to drag a name out of the guy. But the point still stood.

"Information is power, kiddos. An' the information you can get by askin' around for gossip ain't any less important than some of the other shit they teach you in school these days. What you pick up from word of mouth is real life the way the people around you see it, an' you'd be surprised how handy it can be, just knowin' whatever it is you can dig around for."

Life lessons from Reno, kids.

"So, today, we're gonna all pair off an' practice just that. One of you asks a question, one of you answers, both of you spend the class tryin' to find the advantage in the conversation that follows, yo. You don't gotta talk about people you even know, if you ain't comfortable about that. There are plenty of people on TV that exist just for gossipin' about, if you don't wanna drag your buddies into it. Point is to find out just how much you can find out, and see, by the end of it, if you can pick out the bullshit from the diamonds you just got handed."

So, today was a gossip free-for-all. Just the way that Reno liked it. And with this many new teens on the island? Shit, Fandom was a gossip goldmine.

[OOC: Open!]

Construction 101; First Period, Friday [06/08].

[special_rabbit]

Okay, so Amaya was starting to get real irritated about this whole weird Do-What-The-Squirrels-Tell-You regimen she was apparently on in this new place. At least yesterday's movie class hadn't been that bad, except for the part about feeling like an idiot in front of a bunch of boys for not knowing what movies were, and the radio thing she managed to foist on someone else who seemed more than happy to do it. This, however, she saw no escape from. Apparently, she needed to teach a class. On building something. That part she liked; that part she knew, but teaching it to other people?

Zards.

"Um..." When it became clear that it was time and the other kids were waiting on her (why? Why her??), she cleared her throat a little, forgot for a second how to breathe, and then remembered with force. "Okay. Uh, so..." She remembered she'd prepared notecards and fished them out of her pocket, which might have made the trembling of her hands a little more obvious. She curled around the cards, her head down, as she read, her voice sometimes dipping so far into a whispered murmur that she probably couldn't be heard very well.

"Welcome to Construction," insert an awkward failing gesture of welcome with her arm and her eyes never leaving the notecards. Stilted, quiet, monotone. "Today, we're going to be learning how to build stud walls for our frame. Stud walls are very easy and very important, you just have to make sure you measure properly and..."

...and it went on like that, a quiet little nervous ramble that she half expected to finish and look up and see that everyone just left. And wouldn't that be a relief! She got about halfway through her prepared notes before the stumbling, the um and the ah stumbling over each other to get out, and then she started messing things up. "No, wait, that's not...that's not right, I read that wrong. Actually, uh..." Now she'd lost her place, where was she? Were these notes even in the right order? Did she mess them up? Panic was starting to rise again.

"Zards!" she heaved a frustrated sigh and threw the notecards on the ground. "You know what? Hang all that. It's walls. It's easy. You just measure it out, nail it together, follow the plans, stick to the dimensions, all the boards are marked already anyway. Okay? Got it? Got it. Let's go."