Blacksmithing Basics - Thursday, First Period [06/13].

[special_rabbit]

All things considered, Amaya thought it would likely be best if she got over her pride a little bit and had the class up in the old shop classroom. Sure, the forge was fine, once all those leaks were patched, but the kids' safety seemed pretty important. Amaya herself didn't really have a good track record with weird things being in town...at least twice now, she'd been attacked by something that left her either in the clinic or bound to a bed or locked in a jail cell...but those were instances where she didn't have the Crumbler with her and, just as she found out with that wasteland bit, the Crumbler was excellent at mowing down anything that might try to get in her way.

She'd just have to make sure to clean the rotorblades really well when she got back to the shop.

Either way, she sent out the message and brought with her their knives-to-be and a few other supplies, got in touch with her TA so that she could help with set up, and by the time class was ready to get going, she gave the students a nod.

"Morning, everyone," she greeted them. "As you can see, we're relocated to the shop classroom again. Now, the biggest issue with working in here rather than down at the shop was always the fact that the shop has forges. But, turns out, making your own forge for smaller projects like these knives really isn't that difficult. And it doesn't get much more basic than knowing precisely how to make the one tool that's arguably the most important part of blacksmithing. If anything, you can forge yourself something nearly anywhere after this class, assuming you've got the resources. To save time, I'll have you guys follow along, and once we get our new makeshift forges going, it's onto the next step of our knife-making, which is tempering and quenching our blades, or 'heat treating' as it's commonly called.

"Everyone ready?" She pounded a fist into her palm with a nod. "Let's get started, then."

[[ and the ocd is on the way up! Have at it! edit: heat treating vid switched out with a better one ]]

Sparkly Destruction - Arts & Crafts That You Can Use, Thursday

[magnusrushesin]

The ever present glitter was back in force for class today. But this time it was going to be controlled. Maybe. Possibly.

Definitely not.

"So, this week continues to be weird," Magnus said. "Its almost like they forgot I was the only one who never worked for a video game website."

What?

"What?" Cara you knew better than to start asking questions. "In keeping with the theme of the week, today you're doing things with water and glitter."

"And glass balls!" Wait. Magnus frowned, getting back that gravelly character voice. "That came out wrong."

"I don't think there's any way that could come out right."

"We're talking about snowglobes, okay? Not the other kind of balls. That's a different class." That would be both amazing and terrifying for these teachers. "Different ball class."

"If you don't know what a snowglobe is." And Cara wished she was one of them again. "It's a glass ball, full of water and glitter." And terrifying scenes inside.

"It's not always a horrific scene," Magnus corrected. "For instance, I'm making one with Candlenights figures. That I can also use as a projectile in a fight."

"Anything with eyes that big is terrifying."

"Those are elves on shelves and they're not allowed in this household!" Magnus and Cara had some Opinions.

Opinions on things it was suitable to inflict on small children. "No creepy big-eyed things."

You could probably get away with model splicers though.

"Now let's get building!" Magnus said cheerfully.

Practical Philosophy, Thursday

[endsthegame]

"There is something about this place," Ender said, "That inspires fear."

They didn't meet on the lawn this time. Instead they were inside, in the Danger Shop, in a perfect recreation of Fandom's lawn on a very nice, sunny day.

"Do you feel scared?" he asked. "Does the dread of that place get to you? If so, how? If not, what does this place look like to you? Does it offer opportunities, or only terrible things?"

He reached for his bottle of water.

"I don't think the island was eager to dive into these old nightmares," he mused. "I wonder why it has."