Wisdom is a Dump Stat: Adventuring for Beginners, Thursday, Period 3

[wrongkindofsith]

There were still puppies in the tavern, because Cara continued to make the fatal mistake of letting Magnus set up the Danger Shop. He rolled too high for puppy checks for it to not be fudging those numbers a little bit.

"Today's the last class of the semester," Magnus and his lil' puppy said. "And we had a final prepared, scantrons, number two pencils, the whole deal!"

"Yet, somehow we ended up with puppies," Cara said dryly.

"Yes," he agreed eagerly. One of the puppies yipped in response.

"So instead your final is going to involve puppies." Somehow, give her a moment to think.

"We can put hats in them," he suggested suddenly. "Oh my god, party composition. That's such a good idea."

So you don't end up being literally the only fighter in a party of all magic users.

"What, have them make the best group of puppies?" Cara, you knew Magnus was just going to fall into the sarchasm there.

Tumbled right on in! "Yesssss."

Cara could just tell she was going to regret this. "Apparently you're creating the best group of dogs."

A truly impossible final because all dogs were best dogs.

Shop Class; Friday, First Period [04/24].

[special_rabbit]

"Well," Amaya greeted the class with the typical eager grin and a lift of her coffee mug in salute to their semester, "you've made it this far without losing any fingers, and let's hope to keep it that way! There isn't a whole lot to say at this point; hopefully, you've all had some time to put together something for your final project today. You've got the first half of the class to finish it up, and then, in the second half, you'll present your hopefully completed, if not nearly-there, end result to the class. Now's the time to throw in any questions or panicked flailing at me if you've got them, otherwise, I'll just leave you to it and then I'll let everyone know when it's time to present."

Really, it didn't get much more simple as a final class than that.

But she almost sort of missed those classes where she had to hold her breath about it staying that way, though.

Strategies for Maximum Media Absorption (Binge Watching 101), Friday

[captainskullpoopl]

Today, their teachers were wearing their pajamas, on purpose or because they'd woken up five minutes before class was supposed to start, who knew, but the expressions on their faces were very serious indeed. Well, Vanessa's was. Who knew what Wade looked like under the mask (besides 'like an avocado hatefucked another, uglier avocado,' of course)? "This is our final class together," Vanessa informed the students.

"It's a very serious final class," Wade agreed. "It's time to find out exactly what you've all learned. And yes, we know we've skipped some classes. That's life. Deal with it."

"We have unshackled ourselves from the tyrant some call time," Vanessa said serenely. "Although you will only have one hour to complete your final assignment: a thousand word essay on the sociology of long-term media absorption--I forgot the rest of it, because JUST KIDDING. Of course we're just going to watch some TV."

"Time to take advantage of all those freebies being offered by streaming services," Wade said, gesturing over to the television like he was Vanna White.

It wasn't on. The drama was ruined.

"Shit, where's the remote?" Give them a minute, kids. They'd find it eventually. "Aha! For the rest of the class, please enjoy the soothing culinary stylings of Mrs. Ina Garten, otherwise known as The Barefoot Contessa," Vanessa told the class. "Because storebought is fine!"

How To Be Civilized, Friday, Period 3

[1000yearstoolate]

"So, today is finals, and you're going to get to practice everything you've learnt during this semester."
Seivarden stood in front of the class, smiling pleasantly.

"We're going to have a tea party. Make tea, serve it, have conversations about suitable topics. Don't forget that propriety can also involve elegant insults or occasionally stylishly do something slightly shocking. I hope you brought suitable gloves."

She glanced at Mae if she was there.

"I've asked a friend to help me out and give his opinion on how well you manage this." She gestured at Lucifer.

“Hello, hormonal little spawns,” Lucifer said, giving the class an idle wave. He was dressed to the nines, as always, and looking at the class as if he expected one of them to launch themselves at him at any moment. “Seivarden here has attempted to instill some kind of civility in you lot over the past few months. I personally suspect it was futile, but I am open to having you prove me wrong.”

Seivarden smirked at him. "Now you make me inclined to defend them."

Turning to the class again, she continued: "Choose someone to prepare and serve the tea and someone gets to pick a suitable tea set. And please help yourself to the cookies."

They were fish-shaped.

“And remember,” Lucifer said, oh so casually, “the choice of tea set can be the difference between life and a horrific death.” Beat. “But I’m sure you’ll all be fine.”

"That's exaggerating a little bit," Seivarden pointed out, glancing at Lucifer. "But it's still important. Let's not waste time though, get started."