Fandom Gladiators Part DEUX! - First Period, Friday, 08/23.

[died8yearsago]

"You know," said Rosa, addressing her students and fellow teachers once it was time to begin class, tilting her head thoughtfully, introspectively, "after a week like last week, sometimes, the best thing to do is just take some time, reflect, relax, maybe meditate a little and look into ourselves to find some sort of inner peace and tranquility..."

She let that hang for about two seconds.

"Ha. Just kidding. We're hitting each other with giant sticks. Let's go."


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Recreational Misuse and Alternative Uses of Gadgets, Friday

[captainskullpoopl]

"I'm going to be honest," Vanessa said, standing next to a vaguely futuristic object. "I don't understand these things. I cook my frozen french fries in the toaster oven, like God intended. But apparently Drunk Me ordered six of them, so here we are."

Last week never happened as far as this class was concerned. Wasn't that refreshing, kids?

"I think it's sorcery," Wade added. "Also, I probably encouraged this purchase. My bad."

"It might be sorcery. I mean, look at it." Vanessa eyed the air fryer with distrust. "Anyway. Your assignment for the week is to air fry something. Or come up with a different use for a lot of hot, dry air besides powering politicians."

"Zing!" Wade would always support his baby as hype man. "But seriously, we're moving to Canada despite that Disney cash if things go a certain way again."

"But enough about us. Go, shoo. Air fry things. See if you have better luck figuring out the settings than I did."

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

[talentforlying]

"You all had a shite week last week," Constantine said bluntly once everyone had assembled. "I didn't even fucking exist, probably because I'd make a really shitty stuffed rabbit or whatever."

He'd probably been executed after his second or third day on the island, let's be honest.

"So fuck it. Go get checked out at the clinic if you got physically hurt. If you need a nap, take a nap." Constantine stalked over to his laptop and hit 'play', and cartoons began playing, projected against the large blank wall. "Just don't let the bastards get you down."