Hi-Story, Tuesday, 3rd Period

[jedigrammarians]

"Look, we could do introductions or some deep theory, but you all look familiar, so we're going to watch Space Battles."

Look, you'd all signed up to a movie class with Aphra, did you expect anything else?

So You Want to Be a Pirate!, Wednesday, period two

[betterthanaplan]

The Danger Shop had been programmed into the deck of a classic tall ship, complete with multiple masts and sails, three different deck levels, and way, way too many ropes. There were barrels and crates aplenty for the students to use as desks, so long as they didn't mind said barrels and crates occasionally sliding around as the boat drifted along the swells.

Their teacher showed up a couple minutes late, looking ruffled and disgruntled, and — facial hair aside — not really at all like he should be leading a class called "So You Want to Be a Pirate". He was much too clean, for one, and had all his limbs. He didn't even have a pirate hat on!

"Alright, alright!" he called, as he stumbled backwards through the door. "Fine! I'm here, okay? Call off the damn moose!"

He tripped over a rope, flailed his way through a stumble, and turned to get a full look at his "classroom."

". . . Holy shit. Okay. Sure. This is definitely a thing that's happening."

Such professionalism.

He rubbed a hand over his face and blinked around at the students, then sighed and gathered himself. "Hi. Right. So. Welcome to pirate class. I guess. I'm Duke Crocker. You can call me Duke. The description for this class makes me out to be a pirate, which isn't entirely true? But I'm probably the closest you'll get who's not going to fucking kill any of you, so sure. Why not."

Yeah, he was off to a great start here.

"Um. Okay. So the weirdly gossipy radio station you all have around here makes it sound like introductions are the thing to do the first week, and considering I just got bullied in here by a moose, it's safe to assume I don't have a lesson plan. So introductions it is. Let's go with name, sailing experience, and . . . favorite historical or fictional pirate? Sure. Yeah. That's a plan. I'll . . . go first? I already told you I'm Duke. I grew up in a harbor town, so I've been on boats my whole life, though — not quite ones like this one." He was going to have to look up how to run a damn tall ship, wasn't he. "And as for favorite pirates, I gotta go with Ching Shih. She was a Chinese pirate from the 18th century. Born in poverty, worked as a prostitute, and ended up commanding eighty thousand other pirates in her prime, which is a hell of a success story. They say her first rule of conduct was that anyone giving any orders that didn't come direct from her got beheaded on the spot. Woman did not like insubordination." A beat. "Seriously, you all, pirates will fucking kill you, please don't take to the seas expecting loveable drunks who sing sea shanties. Like, they probably will also get drunk and sing. But, you know. Also there's murder."

He let that hang in the air for a moment, then clapped his hands and pointed to one of the students. "Okay. Now you. Name, sailing experience, favorite pirate. Go."

Fandom Library, Wednesday

[raisedbybooklice]

Elisabeth had tried to find the library on Monday, but had ended up getting distracted by castle exploration and had only managed to spot it after it had closed. Tuesday she had no classes, but here it was Wednesday and after her last class had been dismissed, she beelined straight for the library. The door opened under her hand and then swung open, almost in invitation. One that Elisabeth didn't hesitate to accept.

There was just something about the way that libraries smelled that made her feel at home; the scent of a thousand books.

She let herself in and began poking around the stacks, not looking for anything in particular, just getting a feel for how it was laid out, trailing her fingers across shelves and spines. For the first time since arriving, Elisabeth felt like she was home. And yet, incredibly homesick at the same time.

"If you could just move and communicate, it'd be just like Summershall," she whispered to a collection of sonnets.

There was a moment of stillness and then all the books in that row fell off their shelves and fluttered over to her, surrounding Elisabeth in a cyclone of paper and ink. The susurrus of the wind in their pages sounded like whispers; she could almost hear them saying 'Hello, hello.

"Why - why - this is a Great Library!" Elisabeth gasped. "You're all alive! Like the grimoires at home!"

The books dipped, like a nod of agreement - and then flew off into the furthest corners of the library.

Because of course they did.

And Elisabeth sped off to go catch them and put them back. Because no library apprentice would stand for books being out of order, no matter what library they were in.

Ethics, Wednesday, September 4, 2019 [1st period]

[sith_happened]

Anakin swept into the classroom precisely on time, making sure the door slammed shut behind him thanks to a little nudge from the Force.

Hopefully everyone was already awake and not hungover because that noise was loud.

"I am Anakin Skywalker," he said, Jedi robes swirling overdramatically Snape-like around his ankles, "and this is Ethics class." His eyes roamed the room. "It's nice to see some familiar faces because this is a class that is always relevant. Ethics--your personal moral principles--can evolve over time, and something you find unthinkable one year might become routine in another. The point of this class is to examine where your own personal line is before you are faced with a dilemma in the real world, panic, and make a wrong choice."

Like, say, turn to the Dark Side and kill a whole lot of people. For decades. Theoretically.

"Traditionally, the first week of classes is devoted to introductions," Anakin concluded. "So today I want your name and the second worst decision you've made. The one that makes you wince internally when you are trying to go to sleep at night and your brain is playing the greatest hits of the stupd things you've done."