Return of Fandom Gladiators; Thursday, Third Period [07/09].

[died8yearsago]

Assuming the school was on a generator, at least for the duration of workshops, because I did NOT have a good back-up plan Rosa generally looked forward to running this class, but she had to admit, this week in particular had an added interesting element because she figured it might be a little easier getting everyone into absurd spandex when the other options provided by the island really weren't that much better.

They would also find themselves in a ridiculously obnoxious stadium. Today, the center was set up with a series of platforms in a row on one side, and a much higher set of platforms on the other side with ropes hanging down, all set over a vast pool of water. Water that might look nice and refreshing and cool but was actually just slightly warmer than lukewarm because Rosa was mean and thought it was hilarious.

Rosa, already decked out in her own spandex because what she had left to wear was really not appropriate for class anyway, waited until it looked like everyone was there to get started. "Welcome to Fandom Gladiators," she said, "a reference I'm sure very few of you actually get, unless you've had this class when I've taught it before in the past, in which case, why are you back, and should I be worried about you? Anyway, this is a competition class, where I'm going to pit you all against each other in stupid games and over-the-top challenges for no reason except for the fact that I think it's funny. I guess you could argue that it might help better your atheletic prowess, your skill, your stamina, but that arguement would be dumb.

"First things first," she gestured toward a collection of helmets, knee pads, and elbow pads. "Suit up. Yeah, I know it's the Danger Shop so no one gets hurt, but it's a traditional uniform for this kind of thing." Which was kind of true? "Also, the island has been nice enough to not take away these fantastic singlets to really get everyone in the spirit of the tournament.

"Now, since this is the first week, there's usually some kind of introductions, but here's the thing: I don't care who you are. Especially not in the class, because as soon as you enter this arena, you're going to be someone else. You are a Fandom Gladiator, and that means you have to pick your gladiator name. Make it something cool and intimidating, like Hawk or Nitro or Storm. Bonus points if you put together a backstory or gimmick, but choose wisely, because once you pick your gladiator name, you're going to be stuck with it for the rest of the class.

"With one exception." Here, Rosa seemed to almost grin a little. "For today's competition, we'll be doing the Human Cannonball, which is not as cool as it sounds, because there are no actual cannons involved. But you will get to fly at each other and try to knock each other down, so there is that. I've added a water element, too, in the spirit of the week, and a prize. Whoever wins today gets the prestigious honor of getting to rename one of their fellow Gladiators, and the name they choose will be their new name for the rest of the session.

"Any questions? If not, let's suit up and get started."

[[ and you know I've got OCD for this one is up! Go forth and gladiator! ]]

Happy Funtime Friend Adventures, Thursday

[magnusrushesin]

"So, uh. It's real, real hot out," Magnus said. Magnus was wearing swim shorts and some pauldrons. Because of course he was.

"And none of you are suitably attired for adventuring." Whereas, obviously she could take on the world with the handful of undergarments she still possessed and her agiels.

"Weapons! We mean weapons," Magnus said, showing off his axe. "Which'll help you decide what class you are."

"Nothing ends an adventuring party faster than its members not playing to their strengths." Cara, you were a dual wielding DPS under the mistaken impression you were a tank.

"So reach into this magic barrel that I found and get your weapon!"

This could only end with some tetanus.

Look, kids. It was much too hot for your teachers to come up with a better plan. Also Magnus was there.

Cupcake Skirmishes, Thursday 7/9

[stykera]

Cupcake class, just like in the first summer session, was supposed to held in the Home Ec room. The Home Ec room, when Stark arrived this morning, had felt like a giant oven with the lack of air conditioning. While Stark was a fan of ovens, what with the way they facilitated the existence of baked goods, Stark was not a fan of being inside said ovens. As a result, the class had been instructed to meet on the beach instead.

“Welcome to Cupcake Skirmishes,” Stark said. “Where today we have no cupcakes and hopefully no skirmishes. It’s too hot for skirmishes.”

“In a usual week we’ll be baking cupcakes in a friendly competition! This week we would have been baking ourselves. The room was unbearable. That’s less friendly. No competition.” He smiled a little. “There’s a little breeze here by the water. And some shade. And there’s the water. We can be a little cooler. Hopefully no baked people, for now.” He couldn’t make any promises about anyone being baked alive outside of class, could he?

“So instead today we have s’mores!” He waved a hand at the small and carefully banked fires. “I have marshmallows, a variety of chocolates that are hopefully not overly melted yet,” he pointed in the direction of a cooler, “and graham crackers.” He looked for Karolina before adding “vegan options available, of course.”

“It’s too hot for judgement this week,” Stark continued. “So just enjoy. Cool off if you need to. And...I have cloth napkins. You may want to use them as bibs in case of dripping chocolate. Who knows when clean clothes might return.” He was down to almost nothing, personally, and may have brought all his remaining clothing with him in a bag he kept glancing at as if he expected it to vanish before his eye.

[OCD coming up!]