The Ever-Changing Facets of Reality, Monday, Second Period

[stickitupmyjinx]

Today, the Danger Shop was set up to look like a kitchen with various work stations. Vanessa said, "Today Today you're going to practice the art of improvisation by participating in Chopped, the show where each round you're given a basket of four random-ass ingredients and twenty minutes to transform them into an edible dish: first an appetizer, then an entree, and then dessert."

"We won't be eating any of it," Wade added. "Straight up, not gonna do that to ourselves."

Because they picked the secret ingredients.

"We thought about programming fake judges to eat it but then we didn't do that," Vanessa said. That would have taken too much effort. "So we'll just be judging on looks and descriptions. Remember, you have to have all four secret ingredients on the plate, or you could be...chopped."

"Here's a way to win: be super cocky about everything. Or having a very tragic story about wanting to give your money to your parents or a charity. Or have a very empowering story about overcoming some life obstacle with cooking." Wow, Wade had watched a lot of Chopped, huh?

"Also, even though the rules say you just have to have all four ingredients on the plate, when it comes time to judge we're going to be super picky and ding you if they're not all featured, because we like to make this as difficult as possible," Vanessa said. She sounded really cheerful about it

"Now get to it before we decide to change this to a Cutthroat Kitchen thing," Wade said, shooing them over to the baskets.

Library, Monday

[intotheout]

The books were throwing a parade.

Like, all of them. Representatives from every age group and genre, marching along to papery music and throwing colorful confetti.

For the life of her, Tip couldn't figure out what they were celebrating. Still, better that than the picket line from last week. . . .

Keeping Your Advantage: Terrain & You, Monday, Period 1

[atreideslioness]

As per usual, Ghanima's classroom had ditched the standard desk set-up for divans, cushions, oversized chairs and other non-school-standard seating. Ghanima herself was sitting on her desk, absently eating lemon drops as she watched the students wander into the room. Once the last of them had arrived, her face lit up with a smile.

"Well now," she said, her voice carrying effortlessly. "Some of you look rather familiar!"

Ghanima was not sure if it was a mark of approval in her choice in subject matter, or if her students were simply masochists.

She was not ruling out either option.

"For those of you that are new, I am Lady Ghanima Atreides, and this is 'Keeping Your Advantage: Terrain & You.' If you have not had one of my classes before, you may call me Lady Ghanima, Miss Ghanima, or Miss Atreides, whichever you are more comfortable with. The first person to call me Lady Atreides gets detention," Ghanima announced, smiling. "Lady Atreides is my grandmother, and I will not answer to it."

"This is a class intended to give you a basic grounding in the varying types of terrain you may encounter." Ghanima hopped off her desk to take a seat on the floor with everyone else. "The simple fact that you are at this school is testimony to the fact that you never know where you may find yourself."

"From cityscapes to icebergs, each week we will look at a different type of terrian, and one thing you can do to make your life easier. Please be aware that there is no syllabus to this class, because I don't want you to have time to prepare for each scenario. Many times you will have to work with only the things you have on you during an emergency, and learning to keep your wits about you is important."

"First, however, I'd like you all to introduce yourselves. Name, rank, how long you've been at Fandom, and type of terrain you are most familiar with. If anyone is interested in a TA position, see me after class."

"You. Start."

Introduction to Law Enforcement, Monday

[my_own_advocate]

Was Lucifer standing at a reasonable distance from the teenagers in his class? Yes, he was. Were they standing in the Danger Shop, set to a particular Los Angeles police office Lucifer would not mention the name of? Yes.

Around them, there were people. Frozen in time.

"Cops," Lucifer began. "Pigs. The fuzz. The bill, if you wish, the heat, the man. If you are going to be involved in law enforcement, you'll have to deal with them. I know, I know, I doubt some of you are eager to do so, considering, but it helps to know the types."

Types, yes.

"Generally, we find cops in four different guises," he said, sitting down on the desk behind him. He gestured towards the stern-but-dopey-looking Hispanic man behind him. "First, there's the Dan," he said gleefully. "Grumpy, earnest, boring, occasionally prone to a bit of corruption on the side."

He slid away from 'Dan', and wandered towards a young woman with a winning smile. "Then there's the Ella. The Ella is delightful. She jokes, she gossips, she brightens up the day, she's a unicorn," he said.

He turned away from 'Ella' and gestured towards... a really generic-looking brunette. "Now, your... ... ... Zoe, is a by-the-books type that needs to be coaxed into letting her hair down, but who has a fundamentally good heart to the point of madness."

"... and then finally, you've got your generic officer," Lucifer said, clearing his throat. He nodded towards a tall woman with set shoulders and an eager look in her eye. "She likes donuts. And she's.... around most of the time, I'm fairly sure."

A pause.

"Today's exercise will be to get to know them," he said, "Nothing more irritating than turning up to a crime scene and realizing you've no clue how to wrangle your cops, no?" His grin was a little feverish. "Go on. Bother them, not me."

Computer Science and Repair- Tuesday- 2nd period

[throughaphase]

Kitty had done this particular class before, and she'd fully intended to skip it this year in favor of some more 'repair' type classes later in the semester.

And then last week's class had happened and she figured maybe it was a good idea to get this one in there.

So today the Danger Shop was done up like a game show set, all bright colors and lights, and each student had a podium to stand by with their names written on them. Kitty herself had sets of index cards to read off of, just like all the classic hosts who didn't need to memorize lines.

"Goooood morning, class!" she said brightly. "Welcome to today's episode of Is It Ethical?"

As she said that, glitter shot out of the podiums, and an invisible TV audience said the title along with her.

"You're going to get a series of questions! Buzz in with your answer, and tell us-"

"Is it Ethical?" the audience yelled for her.