Fandom Gladiators; First Period [06/21].

[died8yearsago]

Well, considering what some of the kids had looked like during paintball earlier in the week (when she wasn't too busy trying to think about how to get back at Blackstone for shooting her in the butt to notice, anyway), and when the island in general seemed to be going through at the moment, Rosa wasn't entirely sure what to expect to show up to her class today. She wasn't too worried about it, though, because the final Gladiator event was pretty open to just about anything, which worked out well. Because no matter who showed up or what they showed up as, it was going to be entertaining as hell.

"Alright, Gladiators," she told them once...whoever managed to or decided to show up were there, "it's your last time to shine, and we're doing it with Powerball. How to play is simple: gets as many of the balls of your assigned color into goal baskets as you can, and do whatever you can to prevent your opponents from getting their balls into the baskets. If you have trouble figuring that out..."

Rosa shook her head, because she was convinced you were pretty hopeless at that part. "Gear up, listen for your colors, and then let's go!"

[[ ocd incoming! is up! GO GO GO! ]]

Working the Long Con, Friday, Second Period

[talentforlying]

Was John looking slightly...monstrous? Today? No more than usual, for the most part, except for his bloodshot eyes and the tiniest nubbins of horns trying to break through his scalp. The fuckers itched.

His actual demon-blood was working overtime today to try and keep this... magical whatever at bay, but it was making him fucking crabby.

He'd actually brought coffee for everyone - but not decaf, don't get carried away - and the room was set-up with a big screen at the front.

"Right. Movie day, for those of you who showed up," he said, taking a bracing gulp of his own beverage. Hungover librarian was hungover. "Because I know at least half of you are probably traumatized as fuck, and aren't going to pay attention today anyway."

"For those of you that do have higher brain functions...How do you shoot the devil in the back? Well, I can suggest a few ways, but I've used them all and they don't work twice."

"Watch it, then tell me where the con falls down, and where it holds up. What would you have done differently?"