Fandom Gladiators Part DEUX! - First Period, Friday, 07/19.

[died8yearsago]

The arena that day was set up to be pretty open, a playing field of sorts marked with several basket-like stands at various intervals. Rosa's mood was inexplicably worse than usual that morning; she felt like she didn't even know where her Thursday had gone, this week sucked for reasons she was not about to confess to, and she didn't feel like putting a whole lot of effort into things today. She thought about making everyone watch some dumb old gladiator movie or something, but, nah. This was easy enough...and was bound to turn her mood around with a nice little improvement to the rules from last time.

"Okay, so," said Rosa, "the last time we did this one in the last session, one of you was a monster and that sort of unbalanced the scales a little. Since I'm pretty sure no one's turned into a monster yet this week, I figured we'd try it again. This is Powerball; it's extremely simple to play. You'd have to be a moron to not figure it out. You run around, get the balls in the basket, try to prevent the other team from getting the balls in the basket. Two teams, obviously, teachers are Red, students are Blue. Each ball in a basket is a point, whoever has the most points at the end winds.

"Oh, and another thing. Any time anyone from any team hits the Hammer with a ball, they get an extra five points."

"...this is about the doors, isn't it?" Amaya voice drifted up with a snort. "The treuchet? Both?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Rosa said, coolly shrugging, and gripping a ball. "Gear up, everyone. Let's get going."

[[ ocd is on the way up! have at it! ]]

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

[talentforlying]

"We'll start with one you might actually run into, given his reach spans continents," Constantine began as the last student arrived. "He's even shown up here at least once, which isn't too surprising. Don't let his pretty songs fool you; Anansi's webs run long and deep."

( Each person who ever was or is or will be has a song. It isn't a song that anybody else wrote. It has its own melody, it has its own words. Very few people get to sing their song. Most of us fear that we cannot do it justice with our voices, or that our words are too foolish or too honest, or too odd. So people live their song instead. )

[OOC: Plz hold for the OCD UP!]

Recreational Misuse and Alternative Uses of Gadgets, Friday

[stickitupmyjinx]

"I hope everyone remembered to bring their swimsuits!" Vanessa said cheerfully, oblivious to the fact that they had neglected to tell everyone to bring their swimsuits. "Because today we're going to abuse...Slip n Slides!"

"Hell yeah!" Wade said, automatically holding up a hand for them to high-five. "It's hotter than the surface of the sun out. Hotter than buzz surrounding any Disney produced movie coming out soon. So. Slip n Slides. You're going to get friction burns. That's just part of it."

Vanessa high-fived Wade without looking and said, "Luckily, we've found a way to--" She had to pause to snicker. "Reduce that friction. It's...Vaseline!" The bottle she held up was not Vaseline. It was, rather obviously, an industrial-sized bottle of lube with 'VASELINE' written across the label in Sharpie.

"We bought a whole ten gallon drum with Not A Cop's credit card before he ghosted this place." Wade made sure to kiss his fingers tips and offer that on up. Because he wasn't a callous jerk like you all.

"The FBI's accounting department must have had so many questions for him." Vanessa sounded pleased about this. "Anyway. Have wholesome family fun, kids!"