Creative Weaponry; Monday, Second Period [10/19].

[special_rabbit]

Even though the words 'vacation mode' didn't exist in Amaya Blackstone's vocabulary and she was itching to get back to the island and back to work after about day two of the school trip, it would seem that the class's unexpected journey would lead them to a holiday spot all the same, as their commandeered ship had lead them somewhere sunny and warm, with long stretches of sandy white beaches and colorful umbrellas scattered in the sand as frequently as bright tropical blooms. And as you took a moment to enjoy the bright, hot fake sun in the big blue sky over the vast turquoise sea, Amaya got things going.

"Welcome," she said with a sweeping gesture, "to Tanalore! Or at least a part of it, the part where people come in droves to spend time in the warm weather and sip on fruity drinks...when they're not about to be attacked by sand lizards, anyway, as we're about to be, as of course we've landed in that one little sliver of time when they're in their mating season and they get a bit...territorial. Thing about sand lizards, though? If there's one thing they actually can't stand, it's a good, solid, well-fortified sand castle! So that will be our goal for today! The tourists have cleared out in a rush, so perhaps they may have left some useful stuff behind, but let's get started on building ourselves some nice fortifications against the sand lizards before they get here.

"Oh!" Amaya added, with a little bit of a grin, almost as if as an afterthought, although she wasn't that great of an actor, so clearly she'd meant to 'forget' it all along. "And don't forget to mind the quicksand!"

She...may have put in a lot of quicksand.

It just made thing more...interesting! Right?

Fuck Yeah Science - Monday - Period 1

[badassprodigy]

Class today... was in a normal classroom. Except for the fact that there were tiny bowls of bite sized candy throughout the room. Standing at the front of the classroom was Barry who was scribbling out incomprehensible formulas on the chalkboard. At the top of the chalkboard were the words in big bold letters:

WHY THIS ISLAND IS BULLSHIT:

"Fucking candy corn," Barry began the lecture. "Does not fucking all down from the sky like rain. There were no airplanes or fucking helicopters hovering over the fucking island and there's no fucking scientific reason why fucking candy corn should rain from the sky. Also? It is mathematically impossible for cats to fucking show up everywhere in adorable fucking hats. Also unlikely is that fucking bowls of candy just fucking shows up in every fucking room and mathematically impossible that I fucking eat a piece of black fucking licorice every fucking time."

Barry never did deal well with advent events.

"So. Here's the thing. Give me one fucking sound scientific reason for any of these fucking things occuring on this island? I will give you an "A" and pay for your fucking college tuition."

He paused for a moment to add:

"And telling me it's fucking magic doesn't count."

Yeah. Barry was in a mood.

Superheroing 101- Monday- 3rd period

[throughaphase]

It was a long story, but it had involved a slight phasing mishap and then some rewriting of a part of the Danger Shop controls. On the plus side, at least this was the last class of the day and it'd be fixed by tomorrow?

This, an email went out.

Sorry for the late notice, but class will be canceled today due to a thing.

Instead you get homework: hang out on a rooftop at night and see what you can see from there and how long you can see a person or thing before you lose sight of them. We're working on surveillance and detail for next week!


[On attempt #5 to write a class you have to accept that it's not happening.]