The Ever Changing Facets of Reality, 2nd Period - Monday

[captainskullpoopl]

Class was done up to look like entrance to a mansion. But a pretty tacky mansion, you know? The sort that could be rented out for filming purposes.

Good lighting setup.

"Welcome, welcome bachelors and bachelorettes," Wade said in his very best host voice. "You'll be competing for the hand of a nebulous individual who has no real personality to speak of, but is here to find love with strangers on television."

"At the end of the class, all but one of you will be handed a rose, and the last person will go back to being tragically single," Vanessa said. "Now, this is the first week, and in school as in reality television, that means you have to introduce yourself to the audience. That's us. We're the audience."

"So, name, age, occupation, hometown, and why you're here for the right reasons and not just to get that sweet, sweet fame. Or, alternately, why you're clearly here to play the villain of the season." Wow, Wade sure knew a lot about this franchise.

"Remember, you're not here to make friends," Vanessa added. "That's very important."

Wade clapped his hands together excitedly. "Now let's get to those limo exits!"

Library, Monday

[intotheout]

It was the first day of a new semester! The first day of Tip's senior year! Fresh new classes! New beginnings!

It was also Labor Day. In Fandom. In the library. So instead of properly appreciating the shiny newness of the school year, Tip found herself having to make her way through a picket line of striking books, calling her a "scab" and beating on her calves and ankles with their protest signs.

"If I put on some Woody Guthrie, will you let me at least sit down?" Tip asked. The books seemed to discuss that among themselves. One of the smaller ones (a paperback romance, oddly enough), came over and handed her a sign.

Tip sighed and sat down on the floor in front of the circulation desk, searching for pro-union playlists on Spotify. Hey, she believed in collective bargaining. She had no idea what the books' actual demands were -- as far as she knew they were actually perfectly well treated in here -- but at least the contemporary lit and pulp sci-fi were getting along for once. . . .

[open!]

Introduction to Law Enforcement, Monday

[my_own_advocate]

"Well, hello, children."

Lucifer was clad in an impeccable black suit with a red vest and - of course - matching pocket square. He was also clad in the world's broadest insincere smile. "My name is Lucifer Morningstar, though you can call me Beelzebub in a pinch if you prefer," he began, with his heavy posh British accent in full swing. "I'll be your - ugh, I can't believe this - teacher for this semester in all things law enforcement."

A pause.

"I am not a cop, mind you. No, the cops have their own ways of going about this sort of thing, they can just be so... limited. A tragic thing, because finding the wicked, punishing them, that's no small task for any human to bear. Sometimes you won't get where you need to be with a dour face and your best Miranda-ing shout, you need wit and charm and a willingness to trade some trivial bit of evidence for more insight."

He was keeping his distance from the children. They seemed hateful.

"But that'll be next week's lesson. I've been told by this lovely brochure that the first week is introductions and I don't actually have to do anything." He gestured at a random student. "You. Your name, your class, and... ah, I don't know. Someone wicked you've once punished?" His expression went... difficult. "Or just tell us what you desire most from these next few months, whatever suits your fancy."

He sprawled in his seat, eyeing the class with a mixture of casual disdain and genuine concern.

Computer Science and Repair- Tuesday- 2nd period

[throughaphase]

The class was in the computer lab today. Kitty wasn't entirely sure when people were from, so in addition to sending out an email about it, she'd also put a note on the door to the regular classroom, with instructions on how to get there because she was nice like that.

"Hey, guys," she greeted them. "Welcome to Computer Science and Repair. I'm Kitty Pryde-Barton, and I don't really care what you call me. I've got a long and storied history in this field, building and programming and accessing certain things and the like." Most of it was even legal. "Now it's my job to teach it to you. My one rule here is to only use your powers for good. I don't want you using any of this to do anything nefarious, there will be no using it to bully anyone, and I don't want the FBI calling me for any reason. Most of the time we'll be in the Danger Shop where we can play around a little more, but today we're going to start off easy.

"This is introduction week, more or less, so I want to hear your name, when and where you're from, and what your experience level is on this stuff before we get into it."