Recreational Misuse and Alternative Uses of Gadgets, Friday

[stickitupmyjinx]

"Where did we even find these?" Vanessa asked Wade, and then she realized they had an audience and said, "Hi, guys! We totally didn't forget we were still teaching this for a while there." Also, Vanessa was a liar.

"Stole 'em." Because Wade was honest. Maybe. "In our defense, we got lost last week and gave up pretty fast."

"But we found our way back! And we're ready to teach you about....Nintendo. But not any of that newfangled Nintendo with decent graphics. No. This baby is old school. Nintendo...I forget what it's even called. I think it might just be 'Nintendo.'"

"Where you have to gently blow air into the game because it makes it work or something. You just do it." It was part of the ritual. "But the important part is that we found those gun controllers to play the game that made us all fucking hate pixelated dogs... Duck Hunt."

"You can modify it if you want and can figure out a fun way to do that," Vanessa said. "Or you can just play Duck Hunt. Whatever."

"An A+ to whoever brings me the dog's head!" Dramatic much, Wade?

Fandom Gladiators Part DEUX! - First Period, Friday, 7/12.

[died8yearsago]

Because smoke-filled skies during the day and creepy-ass nightmare fuel during the night wasn't disorientating enough, Rosa decided this week might be a good week to debut the Sky Track. So when the gladiators entered the Arena that day, they'd find a sort of race track set up for them. Only it was on the ceiling. And upside down.

Of course, esepcially considering the proclivities of certain people to be able to just hang from stuff like it's no problem, upside down racing seemed just a little bit too simple, so Rosa had added another element on the ground, because flanking the whole course were several little turret stations with some guns that might look familiar to those who were in the class last semester.

"This," Rosa announced, "is the Sky Track. It's an upside down racetrack that you'll be harnessed into and have to race each other while upside down. Easy, right?" Well, for some of you, Spider-Man.

"I've broken everyone down into heats; you'll race each other, and then the winners will go up against each other tournament style until there's only one person standing. To make things more interesting, when you're not racing, if you'd like, you can man one of these turret stations and try to make things a little more interesting for our racer by shooting either foam balls at them or water; there are guns that shoot both. Use these weapons to try to impede your competition or help out your allies. Just remember, kids, we totally kicked your butts last week," granted, there had been quite a few more teachers than students due to, you know, dumb labyrinth stuff. "You think you can handle it if we do it again this time around?"

Because, spoiler alert: they totally would.

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Gods & Monsters: Divine Trickery, Friday, Second Period.

[talentforlying]

If you were wondering if John Constantine was hung-over, the answer was yes, obviously. Sorry, kids.

"So, why the fuck are you here?" he asked, wandering in just as the bell rang and sat down on his desk. "Fuck if I know. You want to know the difference between gods and monsters? The tricksters that walk the plains of existence? Terrible idea, meddling in that shite, but we can work with it."

John fumbled for a cigarette for a moment before remembering he wasn't allowed to smoke in class, but stuck it -- unlit -- in his mouth anyway. "So, there's the stories your nana told you to go to sleep. Maybe. Folktales, fairy stories, myths or religious dogma, depending on where you're from. I don't judge. But tricksters. Never pure heroes or villains, those ones, usually. The ones dancing around the rules, rewriting them, bending them, ignoring them completely. Of any god or demon, they're the most dangerous to tangle with, and that's why I'm going to yell at you until you understand that."

"So what makes a trickster? Well, the internet told me that it's 'a character in a story -- god, goddess, spirit, human, or anthropomorphisation -- which exhibits a great degree of intellect or secret knowledge, and uses it to play tricks or otherwise disobey normal rules and conventional behaviour.' If'n you've met Del last term, congrats, you've stared one in the eyes and survived. Bless her chaotic heart. They're real, kids, and they've walked Fandom more than you think. Just glancing at school records, I've noticed two versions of Loki, a Coyote, and an Anansi, and that's without digging too much."

"So lay it on us, then," he said, spreading his arms. "What's a trickster you know about from your myths and legends, and how real do you think they are? Let's see where each other are at."