All Things Summer- Monday- 1st period

[throughaphase]

Kitty had really meant to do something more for the first class, but then it turned out to be really freaking hot, and she was crabby and miserable and figured everyone else might want some wonderful air conditioning, too.

So, say hello to the town's movie theater.

"Hi, I'm cheating," she announced to the class when everyone got there. "I know most of you from last session, so we don't have to go around and do the full introduction thing. We're going to be doing typical summer things so you get a fun time out of things, and if there's anything you really want to get to, say so. And otherwise we're going to sit here in the cold and watch a summer blockbuster because... because."

Fun with Magic | Monday, 2nd period

[nuclear_snide]

Bob had only arrived, courtesy of Harry, the evening before. Now he stood straight and squinted at the students that had signed up for this class.

"Right, you lot. I'm Hrothbert of Bainbridge, but you can all call me Bob. I hope you're ready to have some fun."

Didn't he look like fun?

"Before we get started, introductions. I want your name, what sorts of magic you're used to, and any magical abilities - or anything else interesting - you may have yourself. You," he pointed at a random student. "Begin."

Netflix 101, Monday

[captainskullpoopl]

The classroom was set up with a TV that may or may not have been stolen from elsewhere in the building. It was really sort of up in the air. Probably best to air on the side of 'that shit stolen', though.

"Welcome to our bullshit class that we're honestly surprised even got approved. I mean, wow. The creative bankruptcy in this idea is right up there with rebooting old TV shows on Netflix," Wade said.

"But, I mean, the paperwork was stamped by a moose, so what do you expect?" Vanessa asked. "Honestly, guys, we just want to keep our paychecks. We've got a wedding to pay for. But lucky for you, that means a summer in the air conditioning watching TV. The best of all possible worlds. So, today, we're going to teach you how to set up your account and--no, I'm just kidding. We're going to teach you how to get someone else to give you their password so you can save your coins." It was a very important skill.

"Or steal it from them with your skills at seduction," Wade suggested. "We stole ours from the cop who used to live next door. I wonder what he's doing these days..."

Probably dragging a vault down a street in Brazil via tandem driving with his girlfriend's brother he was also in love with. You know. Normal things. "I don't know, but I know his cover ID's credit card stopped working," Vanessa grumped. Hence having to pay for their own wedding. "Anyway, remember, any tactic is okay. Seduction. Threats. Begging and citing how broke you are this month and you'll totally only use it for a little while. But not bribery, because remember, the point is to not pay for it."

"So!" Wade clapped his hands before rubbing them together. "Let's roleplay--not that kind--and you can see if you're able to con Netflix out of your classmates somehow."

"If you don't already have a password, that's okay, just make one up. But if you do have an account and don't share the real password with your friend in need, then what kind of a monster are you, really?" Vanessa asked. "Now go, roleplay. But seriously, keep your clothes on."

More Flight and Flying, Monday, July 2, 2018, 4th period

[sith_happened]

"Welcome back," Anakin said, giving the students a very tiny smile. "Today we're exploring more Earth-bound craft. This one--he gestured to the holoprojection--is called the Gossamer Albatross. It is powered by your feet and reaches a top speed of only 15 miles an hour, but it was the very first-human powered airplane."

Anakin laughed. "It's also a fairly ridiculous-looking contraption and I'm pretty sure you can go faster on an actual bicycle, but it's fun to try out."

Library, Monday

[intotheout]

It was July, and about a million degrees outside, so while Tip would rather be in her room sprawled out on her bed so no parts of her body touched other parts, she was reasonably content to be in the library instead, watching the books try to organize a beach reading display to replace the June Pride one.

They'd originally wanted to go with a ra-ra independence display, but Tip had put a bit of damper on that by pointing out books about slavery and the wholesale slaughter of native populations. Apparently the books were more interested in putting together something cheerful than something honest.

"You guys know there's a difference between 'beach read' and 'middle aged mom books', right?" she asked, as the fifth romance about a woman relearning how to love life, herself, and men (not usually in that order) climbed the book pyramid. "You all really don't know your audience, do you?"

Huh. Apparently books could blow raspberries. Who knew?

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