Shop Class; Monday, First Period [09/10].

[special_rabbit]

"Good morning, class!" Amaya greeted them as eager for another morning of working in the shop as ever, which would often mean far too much for a Monday morning. "Hope you all had a good weekend and are ready to get back to work. I was thinking we'll take a break from sharp spinny things and get back to metal and work a bit on chainmail!"

Which would explain the practice dummy with the chainmail shirt at the front of the shop room, yes.

( Chainmail! )

"And, with that, I'll open it up to you guys for questions, or you can go ahead and get started."

How to Make Friends & Influence People | 4th Period | Monday

[built_fjord_tough]

Carter... Carter looked terribly confused today, and a little bit concerned as well. Fjord had explained the exercise that he'd wanted to do with the class, but somehow it all became a mess the more Carter thought about it.

"Hello, class," he said, smiling a bit anxiously at them. "Fjord's taking control today, so I'm afraid about all I have to offer you is cookies."

( Not a bad start. )

Badass Women You Should Know- Monday- 2nd period

[gobrookeyourself]

Before classes today, Brooke sent out an email.

Sorry for the late notice, but there won't be class today. Back to work next week!

Hopefully everyone knew to check their email by now!


[Sorry, thought I'd be able to write up class while out of town and that super didn't happen!]

The Circle of Life, Monday Third Period

[stickitupmyjinx]

Written on the board was a three step plan. Step one was 'find a fortune teller', step two was a doodle of someone who looked a lot like Wade stabbing someone in the head, and step three was 'money'. Which was helpful, sure. Helpful and made perfect sense.

"Today we're moving to the other end of the circle of life--" There was a moment as Wade held up his phone to once again earworm everyone in the room. "--the death side. The side where we're not legally allowed to talk about. Wink wink. I'm saying 'wink wink' because of the mask, you see."

"All of this, unlike the stuff about the condoms last week, is purely hypothetical information we are totally not encouraging you to act on," Vanessa said. "Unless the legal system is really different where you're from or you just want to, of course. Is that a good enough disclaimer?" she asked Wade. "I thought that was pretty good."

"A+, babe," he said like a loving, supportive fiance? Husband? It was confusing. "Soooo, you wanna get in the biz. That's what we call it, The Biz. First, you gotta show moxie. And then you gotta show willingness to do what it takes to complete the job. And then you gotta show that you won't be blabbing about it like that motherfucker Richard Kuklinski. No interviews. None."

"It can be tough at first, because you have to build up a reputation by word of mouth, but not one that will draw the attention of the police." Vanessa considered. "Actually, that's true about my old job, too."

"Maybe work your way up to it," Wade suggested. "Start beating people up for money. I got hired to rough people up all the time."

Terminally rough them up, but still.

Vanessa nodded. "Networking can also be a thing, but when dealing with other people in The Biz you gotta be careful they don't think you're a cop. Or too annoying. Either way, they'll probably kill you. And then once you're in the door, remember, you've got to pay your dues, like any other job. In this case that means the jobs your new friends toss you will probably be the ones they suspect of being cops or likely to get you killed. It's a theme."

"So! Moral of the story, don't be a cop. Don't get killed." He leaned back against the blackboard. "I feel like we've all learned something here, don't you?"

They were great at this, really. "And for your discussion time..." Uh... "Talk about one thing you'd do when you're trying to break into 'The Biz.'" Yes, she did the finger quotes. "That's not either of the things we already covered."

Library, Monday

[intotheout]

It was a slow day in the library today. All the books were behaving -- well, like actual books, instead of like semi-sentient little monsters -- and Tip got her morning shelving duties out of the way pretty quickly.

Which was good, because today was the day that Bill had decided to debut his one-bot show: "Billboard: how an unlikely friendship brought a bot to life and saved the Boov race, a water ballet".

It was an epic production, full of bubbles and intrigue, that Tip could only really follow because she'd actually been there for most of it. She made sure to "ooo" and "ahhh" in all the right places, even as she eyeballed the bubbles to make sure they wouldn't get anything wet that couldn't handle it, then gave Bill a wild round of applause when he was all done.

"That was beautiful," she told him. "I especially liked the way you choreographed it all to songs that have become internet memes."

Bill zipped around in excited circles, then came back to hover in front of her, letting off another questioning bubble.

"Well, I would say maybe figure out a way to include subtitles for your non-Boov audiences. Like they do on operas. Also: when did we meet an octopus? I don't remember that part."

And that's how Tip ended up spending a good chunk of her library shift hearing a billboard's opinions on artistic license.

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