Photography; Thursday, Second Period [06/10].

[hashtag_chocobro]

Since his plans for this week were a little, erm, dampened by the weather, Prompto shifted gears from his original intention and the class would be meeting in the classroom again,.

"Hey, everyone," he greeted them from on the desk with the usual smile. "So, today, we're going to be working with and processing pictures from a film camera. We've been working exclusively with digital cameras so far, just because they're really easy, especially for beginners, but film? That's a little less forgiving. With digital, you can see how your picture turned out right there on the viewscreen, but a lot of time with film, you're not going to know until after you've processed the film. Also, film is, like, suuuuuper sensitive to light, so that means you've got ot be careful with it and it pretty much has to be processed in a literal darkroom, and we're going to go over how to do that today. But first, let's go over our film cameras."

He made sure everyone had them before launching into an explanation of how they worked, how they were different from digital, with a little extra attention on the lenses and how to load the film and how it worked from there.

"Of course," he said, snapping the case shut after loading the film, "we can't process any pictures without taking any pictures, so let's go take some pictures for the first half-hour of class or so, and, when you're finished, we'll come back here and go through the process of....well...processing them." He chuckled a little sheepishly. "Alright, then!" He clapped his hands together, hopping off the desk. "Back in thirty with pictures! Break!"

And then the real fun would begin!

Fandom Gladiators; Thursday, Fourth Period [06/10].

[died8yearsago]

While Rosa had a deep love and appreciation for all the dumb Gladiator activities that this class foisted upon her hapless students, there was one among them all that, for her, was the quintesential Gladiator challenge that no session of FG would be complete without and was just more proof that the whole idea for this class came to her one day probably when she was cleaning out her ears.

That's right. The arena had sets of raised platforms positioned close to each other, there were large weapons with foam at the ends that in no way resembled a giant Q-tip, really!, and even Rosa herself was padded up as she leaned on one of them and waited for everyone to arrive.

It was time for the Joust.

"This," Rosa held up her weapon, "is a pugil stick. That," she pointed the stick at the platforms, "is our battle ground. This," she indicated the arena as a whole, "is the Joust. The rules are simple: each gladiator take a platform and one of these sticks, and the goal is knock the gladiator on the other platform off. Simple, right? We're doing it tournament-style, and since there's an uneven number, I'll be participating as well. Go down the bracket and see who's the last gladiator standing. Any questions before we begin?"

If there were, she hoped they were short, because they were clearly wasting good beat-down time just standing around.

"Wine" Tasting and Drinking Games

[superjoanjett]

Anyone showing up for class today would notice some ominous bottles filled with clear greenish liquid sitting on the bar.

"So. Today's wine choice is absinthe," Jessica began. "And yeah, I know. It's not wine. Whatever. We're fucking drinking it."

She pulled off the cap and started to pour a glass for everyone. "The taste profile is that shitty black jelly bean you accidentally ate with a hint of dusty herbs that someone keeps in their pantry but only break it out during thanksgiving dinner so they don't really taste like they should."

"Oh and supposedly it's supposed to make you hallucinate but I guess that's a bullshit urban myth. So if you start seeing fairies or whatever then they're probably real. As for tonight's drinking game we're all going to pretend we're at some teenager sleepover and play truth or dare."

Because the combination of absinthe and truth and dare is a chemical reaction that Jessica wanted to see happen.

"Let's start shall we?"

Try Not to Die, Thursday, June 10, 2021

[sith_happened]

"Hello everyone," Ben said with a grin. "Today we're going to Turkey, a country as well as a delicious sandwich!"

Anakin gave him a look. "No, and I know you know that."

Ben grinned unrepentantly. "It's funny, and that's more important than being truthful."

"It's really not."

Ben waved his hand at the Portalocity office. "Regardless, we're heading to Istanbul, not Constantinople, today. It'll be fun."

Physical Education, period 1

[nuclear_snide]

"This week," Bob began, arguing with the Danger Shop, "we're doing...no, I said..." The room flickered through several backdrops, including stone walls, wood panelling, and bright wallpaper, "No, not that! We're working on..." It settled as a field, then glitched into a torrential downpour, "Stop that! We'll be doing..." There were sparks, and it settled into a pink padded floor with a wall full of mirrors, peppy music, and a perky woman with a big grin and bigger hair at the front dressed in a leotard and legwarmers.

Bob sighed. "I give up. We're doing jazzercise." He threw up his hands and waved them at it.

Adventures in Adventuring, Thursday, 5th Period

[wrongkindofsith]

"Greetings, greetings!" Jaskier said once the class arrived to the danger shop. Which was back on that tavern look again. Possibly due to laziness. "Welcome back!"

"There won't be any singing this time," Cara assured them. "Once was enough."

" Maybe a bit later," he suggested hopefully.

"If they don't pay attention." Was that a threat or a promise? Who knew? "Last week we covered getting paid, but before you can get paid you first need to find adventure."

"A gig, if you will," Jaskier said. "Which can sometimes be as simple as going from town to town. But not always."

"Sometimes adventure will find you," Cara said. "Which isn't always a good thing." So many farm animals trapped up trees.

"So, today, we have a sample adventure in rescuing a local farmer's goats," Jaskier said brightly. "Though why he looks like the Dean I'm not certain."

"Does he?" Cara asked, all innocence as a distressed NPCakin stood under a tree full of goats.