Mad Kings & Queens: Raving Royals and How to Survive Them. Wednesday, Period 2

[atreideslioness]

When students arrived today, they would find that Ghanima had removed all desks and chairs from her classroom. Instead, the space was filled with large piles of pillows, some divans, and various cushioned footstools. Ghanima had had quite enough of sterile classrooms, thank you very much, and she was much more comfortable sitting this way, and after Sidon's difficulties with 'typical' classroom furniture, Ghanima had decided to forgo it entirely unless absolutely needed.

Once the last of them had arrived, her face lit up with a smile.

"Well now," she said, her voice carrying effortlessly. "It seems I have both new and familiar faces!"

Ghanima was not sure if it was a mark of approval in her choice in subject matter, or if her students were simply masochists.

She was not ruling out either option.

( The Throne raises the majesty of kings above scorn and above laws. )

"Now, I am hoping you'll all indulge me," she said. "Hands up, those of you whom have already had to deal with a power-mad leader of some sort or another." The grin on her face as she took count was not exactly reassuring. It was not meant to be. "Interesting! Rather than start you off with nothing but lecture, I'd like each of you to share your experiences with those in power, be they positive or negative. Feel free to be as general or as specific regarding the situation as you like, no one will judge you here."

Humanoid Health and First Aid, Wednesday, Period 1

[deaddadsclub]

The students gathering in the Danger Shop for their first Health and First Aid class would find the space empty, just a large room with undecorated, metal walls. Only a piece of white printer paper with "Humanoid Health and First Aid" written on it in sharpie let them know they were in the right place. There was nary a teacher in sight for several long minutes.

Anyone who subscribed to the theory of "if the teacher's fifteen minutes late you're allowed to go home" would be quite disappointed when, at minute 14, Cristina stumbled through the door, looking harried and extremely put out.

"I keep telling you, I didn't sign up to teach any high school class! I barely put up with teaching residents, and they at least went to medical school!"

The sound of chittering echoed away down the hall. Cristina threw her hands in the air.

"See if I give any of you IV fluids the next time you come into the clinic with a hangover!"

The door to the Danger Shop slid shut with a whirr and a disconcertingly final *click*. Cristina let out a long suffering sigh and turned to face the class.

"Okay, the fact that any of you are even still here after your teacher had to get herded in by squirrels is just, like, clear proof that you're all idiots. But apparently if I don't want to be bombarded by acorns and bad mouthed on the radio, I've got to teach you idiots how handle traumas, so . . . congratulations on your ridiculously overqualified teacher."

Yup, this class was going to be awesome.

"Right, so." She looked around the room, frowning. What the hell was she even supposed to use in here? "I'm Dr. Cristina Yang. I'm a board certified cardiothoracic surgeon, which means that I repair hearts and lungs. Or I would, anyway, except I'm stuck in magical exile on an island that likes to kidnap and traumatize people." She heaved a sigh. "Which, alright, fine, is a good reason for you all to know some basic techniques. I'm not a trauma surgeon by trade, but I was married to one for a long time, and I have a fair amount of experience with field work, so they could have made a worse choice for teaching this class, at least."

Someone very short pounded on the door. It opened just a crack, and a piece of paper slid in. Cristina picked it up.

"This says that the first week is supposed to involve introductions." She looked back up at the students. "You're welcome to try, but I am not going to bother learning your names unless you prove it's worth knowing. Probably not by wowing me with your knowledge, since you're high schoolers, but, I dunno, by kissing up and bringing me coffee each week or something. For today I think I'll quiz you on some basic health questions and call you by . . . I'm going to go with Spice Girl names. Because that will entertain me." She pointed to one of the students. "We'll start with you."

Nailed it! | Wednesday, 3rd period

[sharp_man]

Hannibal waited for all the students to file in and take their seats, then nodded. "Welcome. I am Dr. Hannibal Lecter, and this is 'Nailed It!'" He paused for a moment, bemused. "This is a class I am teaching at request of the office moose, and I hope you will all enjoy it. The idea behind it is that I will present you with a recipe and my execution of it, and then you will do your best to follow that recipe and create the food yourself."

He keyed in instructions to the room, and it changed, showing separate gourmet stations for each student. "This is what you will usually have to work with. There may also be some additional resources, depending upon the food for the week. Please, take some time to look them over and become acquainted with them, and let me know if you have any questions."

He went behind his own station and pulled out a coffee and tea service, along with small cinnamon scones. "For today, food you will not have to recreate. Please enjoy, and as you do, introduce yourself to all of us. Then you can investigate your stations."