Adaptability And You, Monday, 2nd Period

[uncertain_dume]

Today's class was being held inside the school. In a classroom. Because, while Kanan would normally like to do the summertime-chat-on-the-lawn thing, he really didn't trust the giggling bushes that Sparkle had mentioned. Or the occasional things-being-knocked-over-for-no-apparent-reason. Or the fact that he could sense you creepy stalker guys thinking you were being sneaky, come right the kriff on.

"So," he said, once it looked like people had come in and gotten themselves settled, "since this is the second summer term, I'm going to go right ahead and assume you've all been here for the first half of... all of this. For those of you who I don't recognize, I am so sorry you showed up for a summer where the Island seems to not be able to make up its mind whether it wants us dead or not. But that's why I'm teaching this class, and waking up on a Monday in order to do it."

He was literally already awake anyway, he did radio broadcasts on Monday mornings. Walked the dog. Did a lap of the island to see what was trying to kill them this week.

"I'm Kanan Jarrus, you can call me 'Professor Jarrus' if a need for formality is absolutely killing you, but I kinda prefer Kanan. I didn't go to school for this or anything. I'm just a guy who happened to make a lifestyle out of adapting and surviving. For the rest of the summer, we're going to work on that, taking this class to assess the situation as it stands on the island and talk about what we might need to make it through. Since the situation outside the door right now seems to be, 'mostly normal, with a side order of creepy giggling bushes,' we're going to take the opportunity to talk about what we can each bring to a general emergency situation before talking about how to handle... giggling bushes... in particular. Maybe speculate about what that is out there and what we might be in for."

It was a nice, straightforward class, he thought. Even if it didn't involve shooting things right away. Sorry, Sabine.

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International Cuisine and Grocery Run

[sharp_man]

Hannibal met the students at Portalocity and nodded at them. "Good afternoon. As this is the first week, we will be doing introductions. As part of the purpose of this class is to leave the island, we will be doing them in the restaurant."

He waved them through the portal and onto a street outside a restaurant. "Welcome to Paris. Le Grand Véfour is a restaurant that has been here for several centuries, and which looks out over the gardens of the Palais Royal. The food is a mixture of traditional and modern French. Please ask any questions you may have; the local language is French, but many of the servers will speak English, and I am fluent in French. Once we have eaten, we will be visiting La Grand Epicerie for shopping. Please let me know if there is anything specific you would like to purchase, and we can find it."

He led them into the restaurant.

Cutthroat Games- Monday- 1st period

[can_be_more]

"Right, so it smells horrifying outside," Anakin began, holding up a red ball that most kids from Earth-based realities would be familiar with from elementary school gym classes, "so we'll do our first sporting event indoors."

Aren't you excited, kids?

"This is a game called dodgeball," Aeryn said. "In this game, you throw balls at each other, and dodge them."

Self-explanatory, there.

"You will be separated into two teams, and have to stay on your half of the court. There will be two balls in play that you have to throw at the other team. If you're hit, you're out. If you catch it, the person who threw it is out," Aeryn continued. "There will be no throwing the ball at players' heads, no powers, and since we're a small class we're going to play three matches. Sidon, Billy and Bobby, you'll be on one team, and Lana, Janet and I will be on another."

Library, Monday

[intotheout]

Tip was still stuffed from class today, and feeling quite lazy and decadent because of it. She planned to just hang out behind the circulation desk for awhile and chill, but the books had other plans.

Specifically, the cookbooks.

"Oh my god," Tip groaned, covering her eyes. "Guys. Come on. I'm full. Please stop showing me delicious recipes."

The books would not. They were ruthless. Tip sighed.

"You all are going to make me learn to cook, aren't you."

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