The Multiverse is F'ed, Y'all - Tuesday, Second Period [02/04].

[somethingwithturquoise]

Today, the students would find the Danger Shop set up to look like some sort of beautiful underground utopia that merges soft, pastel colors with curved archetectural aesthetics, mojito bars, tea shops, small plate restaurants, and shopping, you guys, like so much shopping. And as you got settled in and looked around, they might notice that the place was entirely populated by incredibly tall woman with six arms, two sets emerging from their torsos and one set emerging from the sides of their heads. For the most part, they went about their business, chatting away with each other and greeting each other with soft and friendly "I'm here if you need to talk"s, and ignoring the students.

For now.

"Morning, everyone," Summer greeted them all with a wry smile. "And welcome to Gazorpazorp, which means today, we're talking about gender politics! Aren't you excited!"

Don't answer that; it was rhetorical.

( I'm here if you need to talk. CW for weird gender politics and sex stuff, yo. )

"Alright, ladies. Let's see what you've got."

[[ my computer has crashed at least twice while writing this now, so let's see just how long the OCD takes me... yay! I did it! Have at it! ]]

Leadership and Teamwork, Tuesday

[imafuturist]

The Leadership class was back in the Danger Shop today...and this time they weren't alone.

There were cats. A lot of cats.

"So, today is an exercise in how to deal with a group of people who don't want to be lead," Tony said as a cat rubbed at his shoe and leg.

“It's called herding cats,” Steve said, “and while it's usually not literal, we thought that it could be today, given how weird the island is on a normal day. Your job is to work together and get these cats into those cat carriers.”

At the mere mention of the carrier, half the cats darted under desks and behind bookshelves. "Easier said than done," Tony added, scooping up his cat to pet.

“If it was easy, leadership wouldn’t be needed!” Steve said, smiling. “Get creative. We have faith in you.”

Somewhere in the room, that one meow that preceded cat vomit rang out. So. Good luck.