Laying Low 2.0, Thursday, Period 2

[uncertain_dume]

Today when students assembled for Kanan's class, they'd be directed to the Danger Shop, at least in part because it would be more fun to do this lesson in a simulated environment with more to work with than the classrooms had to offer, but also because he could crank the environmental controls down to be even colder than the classrooms, because screw this weather right up the--

"Morning, guys," he greeted with a grin and a wave of his hand. "I'm gonna skip right over introductions this week, since each and every one of you were in my class last semester, so I can just treat this term as a continuation of the last workshop I had you for."

Which was actually pretty convenient. He didn't have to do any recaps for those who weren't up to speed with the rest of the class, and that suited him just fine.

"This week we're going to cover improvisation; that is, being tossed into an unfamiliar environment and situation, with unfamiliar tools, and still having to figure your way out of an ugly situation." The sim kicked up and suddenly they were all standing in a large toy shop. "Your mission here today is going to be twofold. Your best friend has just invited you to their little cousin's birthday, but has neglected to tell you anything about their cousin. Interests, age, anything. So you need to find something that pretty much any kid can appreciate. That on its own is going to be a gamble. Go for the infant section and an older kid might complain that they aren't a baby. Go for the older kids' toys and you might have a choking hazard situation."

He shrugged.

"Part two of the mission," he said as a giant plush dragon roared to life, "is to not get eaten by that guy."

The dragon stretched its wings, roared, and then started to march a dragony patrol up and down the aisles of the store. In spite of it being a big stuffed toy, every step it took made the floor shake and the shelving rattle.

"You can fight it if you need to, but the only weapons you have at your disposal are whatever you can find in this store. You can avoid it, too, though it might herd you away from whatever toy it is you figure will work best for the party. So," Kanan held up a hand, ticking off two fingers as he spoke, "a gift, don't get eaten, by the end of the class. Your mission will be complete when you make it to the cash registers with a thoughtful gift. And go."

[OOC: Open!]

Self-Care for Optimal Stabbing, Thursday

[magnusrushesin]

If anyone thought today was going to be a blow-off class, they'd be sorely mistaken. Or not based on the fact that one of the teachers (Magnus) was in pajamas. The other teacher was not. Well. Unless she wore leathers to bed.

Let's not judge if she did.

"Hey, kids! I'm Magnus Burnsides, fighter, sometimes rogue, sometimes teacher." He smiled over at his co-teacher for her introduction.

"Cara." So cheerful, so friendly. So judging Magnus's pajamas.

It was because they were short shorts and a muscle t-shirt that said 'Rowdy Boi' on it, wasn't it? Wasn't it?

"Aaaaand we're here to teach you all about self care," Magnus continued on as though Cara had been just as enthusiastic as him.

Did Mangus even need to ask? "Which is an exceedingly stupid way of saying taking care of yourself, because running yourself ragged is a good way of getting yourself killed by something you'd easily avoid if you hadn't overworked yourself." The irony of Cara being the one saying this was in fact lost on her.

"That starts with getting a good night's rest," Magnus said, grabbing a pillow... from his inventory? Look, it was confusing, just go with it. "Or, barring that, naps!"

"Ideally you should be able to sleep under any circumstances and still wake at the first sign of danger, but we'll leave that skill for another class." Largely because she'd spent the previous night trying to keep squirrels from blowing themselves up on her balcony and needed a nap herself.

Oh, those squirrels needed all the help they could get.

"Yeah, last night was pretty noisy," he admitted. "But at least there weren't any creepy eyes in the sky."

Sometimes it was honestly best to ignore him. For your own sanity.

"So, let's get napping, alright?" Magnus added.

Swashbucklin', Thursday

[doesnotkneel]

A class in an actual classroom? Bollocks to that. Edward had liked how taking class by the Jackdaw had suited him last go-around, and so that was where he'd summoned the students. He wore an easy smile, just this edge of cocky, and his signature blue-and-whites.

"All right, lads and ladies and the rest of you lot," he called. "This semester, we're going to dispense with the niceties. When I first found myself on the high seas, I had barely any idea how to hold a cutlass, let alone fire a pistol. And it nearly killed me - until I could turn it against my foes. This is what we will learn in this class."

He crossed his arms.

"I've no idea what swashbucklin' means, but it sounded nice," he admitted, adding a grin to his repertoire. "But I believe it's time for introductions. I want you all to tell me your name, and a tale of besting one's foes in broad sunlight."