Cognitive Logic in Understanding Evidence; Wednesday, Second Period [04/21].

[special_rabbit]

No Danger Shop today, kids! It was exam week, which meant that it was time for you to display the culmination of all your knowledge and tools you've picked up in the class to show and apply your skills! Which for some people might include a demonstration; for others, a test. But for Rosa's class? It apparently included a somewhat-awkward-about-the-whole-thing Amaya Blackstone.

"Well," she said, nodding to the class once things were about to get started and thinking it was weird to actually be teaching a class in a classroom, "let's get started, I guess. Today's your last class, and Diaz couldn't be here, and she says that's your final exam."

She cleared out her throat, holding up an index card and reading from it:

"Why isn't Diaz here today?

"That's it. That's the whole test. I know the answer, but I guess you guys are supposed to consider the clues and figure it out amongst yourselves. So...good luck?"

This was why Amaya taught tangible things like weapons...

Flight and Flying, Wednesday, April 21, 2021

[sith_happened]

"Welcome to your final class," Anakin said. "Thanks to your hard work, I would trust many of you to not immediately crash and die in an aircraft."

Don't be so exuberant in your praise there, Anakin.

"But first, your final exam, which will test both your engineering and piloting skills."

Career Development | Wednesday, First Period

[flourish_or_perish]

"I suggested an essay paper discussing why and how to use each of the things we have taught you this semester," Hannibal said, proving he was possibly the most sadistic of your instructors.

But an essay wasn’t going to be enough for this group of teachers. Oh no. An essay would have been too easy and besides, then someone might have to grade those essays. Did any of them seem like they wanted to grade papers in their spare time?

No, the teachers had something else in mind entirely. Something far more entertaining for them to watch.

“We’re going to lock you in here!” Faye declared, delighted. Way to spoil the surprise, Faye. “And you have to use the things we taught you to escape!”

So basically, they were locked in here...for the foreseeable future, because it wasn’t like they’d been taught anything that useful.

“...Are we locking us in here?” Stark asked, because that had just occurred to him. Maybe this hadn’t been well thought-out.

"No, we're going to a bar," Miguel said. "Preferably the one that doesn't let kids in." Because he wouldn't put revenge past these kids.

"Or I could cook lunch for everyone," Hannibal offered. It was a little early for drinking, Miguel.

“I don’t think the bar is open yet,” Stark pointed out. “Either one. And if we leave how do we know if they’ve made it out?”

"If we come back in a few hours and they're still here, they didn't," Miguel said.

"They might need help," Stark said. They were definitely going to need help. "I'm not sure just leaving is wise."

“We can just drink over there,” Faye pointed out, gesturing to the doorway. “And then if any of them need help,” oh, she would judge you if you needed help, kids, “we’re still...you know. Around.”

She had booze in her purse, obviously. Didn’t you all?

If the rest of them had bags, Faye probably would have rifled through them by now.

Miguel did not. His pockets wouldn’t fit enough to get him drunk. “Fine, we’ll stay. And film.” Just in case something interesting happened.

"Good luck," Stark said. It was comforting when your teachers sounded uncertain, right?

“You’re likely to need it,” Hannibal said.