The Multiverse is F'ed, Y'all - Tuesday, Second Period [01/28].

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Heyyyy, guys!" Summer beamed at the students in greeting as they gathered in the Danger Shop as usual, where they would find themselves in the living room of a very typical, not-at-all-based-on-Summer's-actual-childhood-home-cough-cough where there appeared to be a party underway, with the guests ranging from your very typical average Earthling teenagers and a great deal of aliens and creatures that were decidedly not from Earth at all. "So, I feel like it's been kind of a chill week, so I thought maybe we'd have a chill day today, with a nice scenario I'm sure we can all relate to, because who hasn't been in a situation where you knew your parents were going to be out for the weekend and so you decided to throw an awesome rager at your house, only to then have your grampa completely usurp it by inviting all of his very weird and morally questionable alien friends to crash it?

"Oh, just me?" Apologies for steamrolling anyone who actually had had that experience, she was doing a bit here, okay? "Okay, then! So now it's your turn. Here's the sitch: you're throwing this party, it's going great, everyone's having a good time, no big deal. Then comes in all your grampa's weird friends, and things start to get a little...well, we'll say rowdy. You're definitely losing control of the room. And then you get a call from your parents letting you know that whatever dumb Titantic thing they were doing was just as dumb as you told them it was going to be, so they're heading home early.

"You've got the rest of the class period to try to get things under control and keep this from being at total disaster. Oh, and in addition to the unruly crowd, some jackhole totally set off one of your grampa's teleportion devices aaaaand the house got sucked into an alternate dimension and you've got to go collect some crystals as the only way to bring it back and the crystals are guarded by a giant monster."

Summer beamed at them again, lifting her red solo cup in a toast.

"Have fun, you guys!"

[[ and Summer's ocd will kill me on day...but not today! It's up!]]

Leadership and Teamwork, Tuesday, January 28, 2020

[heroic_jawline]

"One of the most important parts of leadership--and this may seem obvious--is the ability to lead," Steve said. "To take a stand and persuade other people to follow you."

"This can be challenging if it's not in your temperament to make waves," Tony added. "But a good leader doesn't need to come by those skills naturally. They just need to push through their reluctance in order to get things done."

They were really trying to not make this a political class here. Really trying.

"Unlike the Republican Party in the United States Senate," Steve said, no longer trying.

Surprising no one.

"Yes. That," Tony sighed. "So, lets workshop how to change the minds of people stuck in their ways."

"I like lecturing or punching them in the head, personally," Steve said, giving everyone his Captain America is So Disappointed In You face.

"Or--or you can try negotiations," Tony said to keep them safe from the look.

Advanced Bird Haberdashery, Wednesday, period 2

[betterthanaplan]

Duke had been sorely tempted to skip class today. He'd had a particularly terrible night, last night, and the only reason he didn't have a raging hangover right now was because he was still at least a little bit drunk. But nothing said "fuck you, Mom, you don't get to fuck me up anymore" like getting off your ass and doing your goddamn job, so here he was, with a new rule to add to his list and everything.

And then he walked into the classroom before class to find a handful of eight foot tall dinosaur-looking fuckers with axes for beaks waiting for him.

His planned rule was scrapped. Instead, the sign at the front of the room said:

Class rules:
1. Do not eat the birds
2. Do not FEED the birds
3. DO NOT GET EATEN BY THE BIRDS

Duke himself was seated at the teacher's desk, holding a very large hunting knife, and staring the nearest bird down like he was some kind of battle-hardened warrior instead of a petty crook.

"Near as I can tell," he said, when the students who were brave enough to stick around seemed to all have gathered, "these fuckers are called 'terror birds'. And should have died off 3 million years ago." He picked up a stack of instruction sheets without taking his eyes off the bird. "We're going to make them floppy-brimmed sun hats. And they are not going to mess with us." He gave what he'd decided was the lead bird a sharp, every-so-slightly-crazy-eyed look. "Are they?"

The lead bird ducked its head down with a submissive squawk and scratched at the floor. That tile was never going to be the same again. Duke smiled.

"Good. Glad we got that settled."