Bad Ass Bitch Survival Guide; Tuesday, Second Period [10/02].

[died8yearsago]

By now, any of the students for Rosa's class would see a sign up on the door to the classroom and be able to take a pretty good guess as to what it meant. Well, there was a 50/50 chance that class was just straight up canceled, but in this instance, it was the other thing, said very distinctly in just a single word:

Gym.

At least this time it came without the threat of any punching, right? And when they arrived for the period, they'd find the gym all decked out for an obstacle course, with some very specific focuses.

"Stealth," Rosa said. "Because there's a point in every girl's life where they're going to need to sneak into or out of something without being noticed. And unless you're some kind of magical ninja from who even knows where and I don't care anyway, that sort of thing takes time, practice, and patience. So take a few minutes, stretch out, get limber, and then we're going to see just how well you can do getting through the courses without making a sound.

"First step: laser course. Only instead of real lasers, we've got ropes, and each rope has bells on it, so if you hit it, we know, I blow the whistle, and you start over. If you manage to make it through that, then we've got some obstacles, made of nice creaky wood contrary to the picture, so they're noisy, and if you're too noisy, back to the start. And then there's the window." Yes, she'd rigged up just a freestanding wall with a window in it. "Get this thing open and slip out without too much noise. Out of all this crap, this one's probably the most useful. Be careful, though, because there's some bells on the other side. Wouldn't want to set one off and have to start over again. And finally, if you think you're real bad ass, we have this rope climb. A rope. With a bell on it. If you can manage to get to the top without ringing the bell, what are you even doing in this class? There's probably nothing I can teach you. But if anyone wants to try, I'm all for it. Even minimal ringing on that one's good work.

"A few tips: don't be afraid to take your time. Focus on your breathing and the balls of your feet and keeping low to the ground. Don't let something like clothing or hair trip you up: a buckle scraped at the wrong moment could give you up like that." She snapped her fingers. "And to give you all an idea and prove that I'm not just full of shit...I'll show you what I mean."

She shrugged off her jacket, tossed it aside, rolled her neck a little, and approached the first course. One deep breath, a pause, and then she swept through the tangle of cross-crossing ropes in a fluid motion that she hadn't spent all morning practicing to make sure it was perfect or anything, shut up, but, yeah, flawless, and thank god, because that would have sucked to biff it like that right in front of the class.

"Any questions?" she asked. "Take five, warm up, then we'll get started. You," she quirked her chin at literally anyone, there was no way you could tell if she had a particular person in mind, "you'll go first."

Practical Ethics, Tuesday, October 2, 2018

[sith_happened]

Today's class was in the Danger Shop, and it was set up to look like a typical office cubical farm, complete with desks, computers, office supplies, and coffee that had been cooking way too long. "Today we will be doing a practical test of your personal ethics," Anakin began.

"Or your looting skills!" Aphra added, slipping some pens in her pocket.

Aphra, no.

"Or your ethics put those back," Anakin said.

"It can be both," Aphra protested, putting some of the pens back. "Basically this place is filled with sweet, sweet free office supplies, but you're not supposed to take any,"

"Because they aren't yours," Anakin said. "They're also no one checking to see if you showed up on time, take a long lunch, or leave early. Or even if you just spend your time here playing Minesweeper instead of the really interesting spreadsheet we've set up for you."

"Abandoned goods count as salvage!" It was pretty obvious which teacher had come up with this idea, wasn't it?

"They're not abandoned!"

They'll be at this awhile, kids.

Humanoid Health and First Aid, Wednesday, Period 1

[deaddadsclub]

Cristina was leaning back in the teacher's chair at the front of the classroom program in the Danger Shop, today, spinning slowly left and right, her hands propped behind her head as she looked up at the ceiling.

She hadn't slept well. Kept dreaming about people from Seattle. And, like, giant vehicles.

Look, you have a friend literally get hit by a bus and you started to worry about things like giant vehicles, okay?

( Ya burnt! )

The lights came back up, and instead of a few victims appearing for treatment, this time a fire alarm went off. Lights flashed in time to the blaring alarm, the sprinkler system went off, and the sound of running feet could be heard in the hallway — the holographic hallway, opposite the real door the students had come in through.

"And looks like we've got ourselves a fire!" Cristina sounded far too cheerful about that. "First aid kits are on the desk. Grab one, and go see if anyone got burned."