Cognitive Logic in Understanding Evidence; Wednesday, Second Period [01/27].

[died8yearsago]

Returning to the Danger Shop for class that morning brought everyone gathered again in the Conservatory. The maid and the butler have both disappeared without a trace, and Lana's search on the upper floors of the mansion yeilded nothing of worth, most noteable no sign of the allegedly murdered Mr. Corpse.

The billiards room, should anyone have ventured that way, also produced nothing substantial, but a closer inspection of conservatory did reveal what appears to be...a secret hidden passage!

Obviously, Rosa would figure that's what the class would want to explore from here, but also, obviously, Rosa had been teaching at this school long enough to not to anything for granted, so she'd just have to see what the kids decided to come up with.

For better or for worse.

Flight and Flying, Wednesday, January 27, 2021

[sith_happened]

"Good morning," Anakin said, smiling at the students arrived. "Hopefully this is not your first time emerging from your rooms this week. As a reward--" well, Anakin thought it was a reward, but your mileage might vary, "--podracing! I raced when I was nine, so it's very easy."

It was not very easy.

"I won't even make you create your own engines," Anakin continued. "A podracer is a tiny, one-being gravity-affected landcraft that gets dragged behind a couple of giant engines," he said pulling up a holo image. Totally doesn't look like a death trap at all, huh, kids? "It's a big racing sport in the Outer Rim, with bets placed on the winner. It's a bit like auto races or horses races, but with more explosions. So I've uploaded different podracers into the system for you to choose from, then and we'll have a race and most of you will probably blow up," he said. "But that's fine. It's not real."

With those reassuring words of wisdom, Anakin waved his hand at the various simulators for the students to pick from.

Career Development, Wednesday, First Period

[1000yearstoolate]

Miguel, in jeans and a button-down instead of his Spider gear, stood in front of the class, arms crossed. "Hi. I'm Miguel O'Hara. Call me Dr. O'Hara or Miguel. not Mr. O'Hara or Mike. Even in this class."

"And I'm Seivarden Vendaai." She was wearing her Radchaai lieutenant uniform, including gloves, obviously. "Calling me Seivarden is fine, Lieutenant if you insist." She didn't think anyone would.

"Miguel and I are here today to teach you a certain kind of social skill that is sometimes overlooked, although if you know how to use it in a proper way it can be quite helpful."

Miguel smirked. "Of course, some of us are better at it than others." He gave Seivarden an overly innocent look. "Not that there's anything wrong with that." Was he demonstrating already? Damn straight.

"Of course there's nothing wrong with that." Seivarden smiled at him, then looked back to the students. "Now, we don't expect you to have developed the skill to do this with subtlety and elegance, but we will give you some opportunity to practice."

She paused. "We are of course talking about the art of exchanging tasteful insults that will hurt the target without abandoning propriety."

"Miguel will give you a basic introduction." Said with just the tiniest emphasis on 'basic' while smiling pleasantly.

"Oh, not at all," Miguel said, waving Seivarden forward with a smile. "Age before beauty."

Seivarden smiled back. "So while Miguel stands here looking pretty for you I'm going to introduce you to the fine art of insulting someone with style. You are probably used to crude exchanges of insults, but done the right way it can make you come across as someone with taste and manners. I'm going to assume that's something you aim for, even if you're going to have to work hard."

"Part of the trick is to look pleasant while you're doing it," Miguel said, still smiling. "You also want to make sure you're not accidentally insulting anyone you don't mean to, like if I insulted one of you for being young - it'd probably turn the rest of you against me too. Make your insults focused and subtle."

"But we shouldn't talk all day," Seivarden said. "Let's practice, and we will give you feedback."