Physical Education, Thursday, Per 2

[arboreal_priestess]

The class today was meeting in the Danger Shop because… because programming an obstacle course had seemed like a far simpler option than actually building one.

'Seemed' being the operative word, as the teachers were bound to find out pretty soon.

"Good morning," Liam said, looking out at the assembled students. "And welcome to Physical Education!" Was that too obnoxiously cheerful for a class that was ostensibly about exercise? Liam didn't care; he was still pretty giddy over the whole newly-engaged thing. "It's the first week, so tradition dictates that we start with introductions before we go on to anything else. I'm Liam Kincaid," for now, anyway. "I'm also the sheriff in town, which most days involves keeping the Troopers from causing trouble out of boredom."

"And I'm Verity Price," Verity said, casually leaning against Liam. Look, it hadn't even been twenty-four hours yet; the shiny hadn't worn off yet "The day manager at the bar none of you are allowed in. I'm also a tango dancer and a cryptozoologist, all of which require a surprising amount of exercise and muscle control." And a ridiculous amount of weapons, but she wasn't going to mention that.

"All right," Liam said. "Now let's hear from you," he pointed to a student at random. "Name, what year you're in, and what you hope to get out of this class. Then we'll get on to the good stuff."

"If you're not hoping for anything specific out of class, we'll take your favorite kind of physical activity," Verity added. "That's safe for class."

There were just some things your teachers didn't need to know about you lot.

Read the Room: Practical Self-Defense (Thursday, 9/5, First Period)

[brat_inslayage]

The Danger Shop was set up to look like … the interior of a crypt. Complete with eerie, if conveniently bright, flickering torches set into sconces on the walls, and an ornately carved marble coffin in the center, its lid rotated at just enough of a noticeable angle to imply that its occupant was no longer there.

As for Kennedy, she was leaning back against the foot of the coffin with her arms crossed and an attentive expression on her face as she watched the students filter in. If this scenario was at all creepy, she seemed totally unbothered by it.

Then, as soon as it looked like everyone was present, she pushed herself away from the coffin and dropped the program in favor of a playground setting with a large (as in conveniently sized for teenagers, though it might be a bit cramped for, say, a goliath) jungle gym setup as its centerpiece. Monkey bars, swings, slides, seesaws, a rope bridge, various ladders and ramps and stairs, the works.

And a tomato about the size of a beach ball, with teeth, just rolling casually past in the background.

"Sorry if any of that wigged you out," she said lightly, flashing everyone a quick smile. "I'm Kennedy, and I was a student here oh god ten years ago, and welcome to Practical Self-Defense. And just to avoid any letdowns later, in case reading the class description isn't your thing, this isn't going to be the kind of self-defense class where you're a certified newbie badass by the end of it. There's other classes here covering that angle already."

She started to pace around the seesaws as she continued, "See, here's the get-to-the-point-ness of it. Maybe big bad stuff is going down back home in your world all the time. Maybe you're from somewhere totally mundane, and Fandom is as much with the wacky as you're ever going to get. Doesn't matter. One way or another, being able to save your own ass is a more useful skill than being really flashy about kicking someone else's, and that's what we're gonna be focusing on here. But, since this is the first week and it helps if I know what I'm working with here, we're starting with the traditional. Introductions, I mean."

She made a point of looking from one student to another as she went on, idly picking up an entire park bench for a second before putting it back down. "So like I said, I'm Kennedy, and I graduated from this place in 2011. I'm also a Vampire Slayer, which is pretty much about what it says on the package, and that's an eight year career for me so far, not counting how I started training for that when I was in kindergarten. I had a pretty memorable training experience where me and a few other girls got surprise locked into a crypt with a vampire, not that I'm going to spring that kind of deep-end thing on all of you. On the other end of the scale, my first week here in Fandom? We had a minor invasion of oversized aggressive vegetables." She smirked at the giant toothy tomato as it rolled away and eventually blinked out of the program. "Less dire, more messy. Anyway. I wanna know your names, maybe one or two interesting facts about you if you feel like sharing, and what kind of fighting or self-defense experience you might have. Then I want you to look around this playground, imagine someone's chasing you through here, and tell me two or three things you could do, using what's around you, to try and slow 'em down or shake 'em off."

[[OCD is up! Have at.]]

Practical Life Skills, 3rd Period - Thursday

[magnusrushesin]

It was almost the end of the week. Which meant that the whole introduction thing was almost over.

Almost, but not quite. But at least this class was different in that it was inexplicably set up in a tavern. One of the teachers might have screwed up the controls of the danger shop.

"Hail and well met!" Magnus said brightly.

Was it really screwing up when it was a totally awesome tavern? "It's too late to change classes," Cara added. "You're stuck learning practical life skills with us."

So much punching was in your future, kids!

"We've got, like, so much advice to give," Magnus promised. "Advice like: the best way to become a professional wrestler, how to hide a body from the cops, how to avoid being dragged into the afterlife for maybe dying a few dozen times..."

He looked at Cara, waiting for more super important topics.

Cara wasn't even questioning Magnus's examples by now. "How to recognise the best tools to solve a problem." And why it was usually your fists.

"So, let's get this started," Magnus said. "Name and one problem you wanna solve. Should we have another thing in there?"

"How good they are at punching." They were going to be judging you anyway, but it'd be nice to know where to start.

"Yeah! That one." Best teachers ever, right?

Fandom Library: Thursday

[mother_forker]

Don't ask how Eleanor ended up with this assignment. She had assumed she'd be getting paid for this but instead it was for class credit. Blergh.

Opening up the door to the library the smell of dust and pages hit her nose and immediately made her sneeze. There was a moment of stillness and then all the books in a nearby rowl fell off their shelves and fluttered around Eleanor like butterflies. Which of course immediately made her freak out.

"Shirt! They're forking alive! Get away!" she shouted and immediately began swatting them away from her. The books did not seem happy with this and sullenly flew back to their shelves.

Eleanor resumed her shuffle to the front desk where she promptly ignored any books that needed to be re-shelved and concentrated on her coffee and phone.