Photography; Thursday, Second Period [06/24].

[hashtag_chocobro]

"Okay, everyone!" Prompto grinned from where he was sitting on top of the desk at the front of the classroom, legs kicking a little where they dangled, a little mystified by the fact that he'd managed to make it through teaching a whole class.

Well. A summer workshop, which wasn't quite as intense as a full semester's class, but still!

"We finally made it! Today's the last class, and I hope you all managed to get at least a little something helpful and useful out of this. I know I really enjoyed getting to share with you a few tips and tricks about photography, and now, well, there's really only one thing left to do, and that's turn it over to you guys to show off some of your favorite shots! So whoever's feeling brave and wants to lead the charge..."

He hopped on up off the desk and made a gesture to invite whoever to the front of the room, while he manned the equipment so that they could project the photos for everyone else to see.

"Let's see what you've got!"

Fandom Gladiators; Thursday, Fourth Period [06/24].

[died8yearsago]

The arena that day was set up to be pretty open, a playing field of sorts marked with several basket-like stands at various intervals,and Rosa was geared up herself when they all arrived, which meant, at the very least, it was another one where she would be joining in. And wasn't that always fun.

"Alright, Gladiators," she announced, "this is your last challenge, and your last time to shine. This," she gestured to the field, "is Powerball. How to play is simple: get as many of the balls of your assigned color into goal baskets as you can, and do whatever you can to prevent your opponents from getting their balls into the baskets. If you have trouble figuring that out..."

Rosa shook her head, because she was convinced you were pretty hopeless at that part.

"I was thinking we'd break up into teams for this, but..." She shook her head again. "Nah. Every man for themselves. Myself included." She grabbed a black ball. "Good luck out there."

Physical Education, period 1

[nuclear_snide]

Class had been instructed to meet on the lawn today. Bob eyed them all. "We're not using that room anymore. Anyway, today is our last class, so we might as well get out in the sun and fresh air. I'm told that sort of thing is important."

Don't look at him, he'd been a necromantic scholar before he'd died.

"I'm told there's an actual physical test they would like you to take. So, you can run half a mile, do fifty pushups and fifty situps, then do fifty more jumping jacks. Or," he said, gesturing at a piece of paper the moose had left. "You can sign there to say you did it, I'll back you up, and then we can sit and you can ask any questions you like about magic. Or you can stare at your phones or whatever you please."

No judging. Well, he might think you were a little peculiar if you chose to actually do the test, but that was your own affair.

Try Not to Die, [Thursday, June 24, 2021]

[sith_happened]

"Welcome to our last class this session," Ben said, "and while we won't make you eat weird things today, there will be flaming arrows."

Were you as excited about that as Ben was? Yes? No?

"We're going to Mongolia," Anakin said. "There will be silly hats. Into the portal you go."

Wine "Tasting" and Drinking Games

[superjoanjett]

Did Jessica know she forgot class last week? If she did she showed no sign of it. What she did show was a bottle of liquor that is for the heartiest of souls. There was also a ton of duct tape sitting on the bar as well.

"Tonight's wine choice isn't wine. but who the hell cares what this class is about now anyway?" Jessica began. "And yes. I've saved the worst for last. Malort is a wormwood liquor that tastes-"

She paused as she looked at the glass in front of her and frowned. She tossed it back, making a face and grunting in disgust.

"Ugh. Like damp socks after a heavy workout that were squeezed into a bottle and left to ferment in a warm closet."

She smacked her lips and made a face as the aftertaste kicked in.

"Also pencil shavings. And heartbreak. Any complaints about this alcohol can be made to Nick because he's from Chicago as is Malort so I'm just assuming it's his fault somehow."

She then took two shots of cheap bourbon to cleanse her palate.

"Tonight's game is White Staff. The goal here is to drink any beverage that comes in a can. Once you drink it you stack the can with the other and then tape together. First one to get to ten is that title the bearded guy in meta Lord of the rings. Anyone else who reaches ten after them has to duel them – or essentially, whack their staffs together until one of them breaks – to fight them for the crown."

At which point she pulled out a plastic crown out from behind the bar and placed it next to the duct tape.

"Let's get this over with. No smacking the other player though because you'll get teleported and instantly lose."

Adventures in Adventuring, Thursday, 5th Period

[wrongkindofsith]

This week the tavern was trashed and slightly ablaze. The culprits were easy to locate as they were terrorizing NPCakin behind the bar.

Also, the culprits were sentient giant olives and various cured sausages.

"So, perhaps this got out of hand," Jaskier ventured.

Maybe, but Cara was never going to admit it. "Sometimes defeating a foe has unforeseen consequences," she said instead. "As you can see, the brie had comrades who want to avenge it."

Delicious looking comrades.

"Oh no, they've killed the cracker monster!" Jaskier said, watching the scene they created with fascinated horror.

This was why they needed to come up with class after lunch. "Clearly someone must stop them the same way we defeated the brie."

"She means with fire," Jaskier said. "Preferably before they do more damage."

"But not too much fire." Burnt olives weren't all that palatable. "Consider it a lesson in moderation."