Cognitive Logic in Understanding Evidence; Wednesday, Second Period [01/06].

[died8yearsago]

The class instructions would direct the students to meet at the danger shop for each class, unless otherwise noted by the teacher, and if they were new and had trouble finding the danger shop, well...they probably weren't going to do too well in a class about finding things out, were they? Either way, as they arrived, they would find themselves on the doorstep of an elaborate, ostentatious mansion in the middle of a dark and stormy night. A butler greets them at the door before ushering them in, welcoming them to the party. "Mr. Corpse shall be down shortly," the butler assures them, leading them into the dining hall, where a long table awaits with chairs becoming progressively filled by classmates and your teacher. "He apologizes for the delay, but implores you to please, get started without him! So have a seat, and we'll begin!"

Once everyone was there and seated, the class did begin, twofold. In the butler moving around to place before everyone the first course of what is clearly a very fancy meal, and in Rosa looking them all over and explaining.

"Welcome," Rosa said, "to Cognitive Logic in Understand Evidence, a practical look at solving a very specific crime. For the purposes of this class, you don't know each other. You've never seen each other in your entire lives. We are all strangers here gathered under the invitation of a mysterious Mr. Corpse. Do you know Mr. Corpse? Is he a stranger to you? Who are you and what are you doing here at his party? All details that only you and our host are privy to....

"So," she picked up the glass of 'wine' that the butler had just filled before moving on to the next cup, peering thoughtfully around the table, "who might you be? And how is it that you know our dear Mr. Corpse? That will be our first class, getting to know our fellow diners, on this night where absolutely nothing could possibly go wrong..."

Career Development [Weds, Period 1]

[talentforlying]

When the bell rang, the students would find two... very different people. At the front of the classroom.

"Right. Some of you might recognize me. I'm Constantine, the librarian," John said, shoving his hands in the pockets of his trench coat.

“And I’m Stark. I might be recognizable as well,” said the man with a metal mask covering half his face. His only current job was standing up here to discuss how he’d gotten said job and he looked a little uncertain about this whole endeavor.

"And we are supposed to teach you about how to find a job that appeals to you," John continued, grinning. "But here's the catch-- we're only here because the school board said I needed to teach again, instead of just hiding in my office in the library. So, I recruited a bunch of mates--" people you recruited AT THE BAR, John, "--to help me out. Because why let a bunch of people who manage to fuck things up," yes, he was talking about that last round of Island Nonsense, "--dictate what to do with your life?"

"So you're going to get a bunch of different people talking to you about whatever makes them feel passionate that day. Because we can, and the school board made the mistake of giving me teaching paperwork with veeeeeeeeeeeeeeerry wide open-language."

“He asked me if I wanted to join,” Stark said. “And several others. It seemed like a reasonable idea at the time.” Was that really true? Who could say. “So here I am. Teaching. About...something.”

"Teaching about what you're passionate about, mate!" John said, clapping Stark on the shoulder. "So come on, kids, tell us who you are, and what you're passionate about."

"Are we supposed to tell them what we're passionate about first?" Yes kids, your teachers are extremely prepared and qualified for their positions. Extremely.


[OOC: Please hold for the OCD OCD UP!]

Flight & Flying, Wednesday, January 6, 2021

[sith_happened]

The Flight Shed, filled with several versions of flight simulation equipment as well as desks and a whiteboard, was gleamingly clean this morning after years of dissuse. Anakin had harrassed Fosse into given the place a special, deep cleaning over the weekend.

"Good day, class," he said, sweeping into the room with a tiny smile on his face. In Anakin, that meant he was almost giddy with excitement. "Today we shall begin exploring flight and flying, as the name of the class tells you. We'll do introductions first--I am interested in any flying experience you have, either planet-bound crafts, spaceships, or if you can fly without the assistance of machinery."

Anakin would love to be able to just fly without assistance.

"And then we'll go for a spin in the simulator to get you acclimated."