Bardic Inspiration - 5th Period - Thursday

[ohvalleyofpenis]

Well, class today was via WebexTeamsZoom. So, hopefully the students (should they still be above ground) were prepared for that. And how the class log in didn't work right away, so the first ten minutes was just 'waiting for the host to grant you access' followed by a myriad of both video audio issues

"Can---hear---?" Jaskier said, cutting in and out of the feed as his image on screen froze in just a terrible look for him.

"No," Cara said, pressing the mute control. Purely by accident. It was what happened when you were typing in leather gloves. Really.

Jaskier's image unfroze as he squinted down at the school provided laptop for this. And was very clearly talking, but... you know. Muted and all. Very animated in his talking, even!

"Oh, how tragic." Cara sounded super upet too. "Welcome to what happens when you trust your co-teacher to submit the class." Jaskier should probably be glad Cara hadn't figured out filters yet.

Ohhh and he'd gotten the lute out and everything! Look at that lute on screen, folks!

Yes, look and be grateful you could hear him. "Apparently the point of this class is to teach you all to be highly annoying. Which seems to require something called badcore." Bardcore, Cara. Honestly it's like you weren't even trying.

Well, Jaskier was as he meticulously tried to both show and explain via the webcam how to play a specific cover of a song. Though the details were probably lost in the muting.

"Your time is probably better spent looking for dog videos instead." Cara.

RUDE, CARA. RUDE.

Weapon 101; Thursday, Fourth Period [07/08].

[died8yearsago]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, so of course Rosa had received Skywalker's email about remote learning and everything, but let's be real. Not only did this class consist of all grown ass adults, but one of the teachers was missing, one of the students was missing, another of the students had been very publicly Not Taking This Well, and the remaining student had a goddamn job to do.

So she wasn't even going to waste her time trying to figure that Zoom stuff out when they all had better things to do and she doubted they'd bother with 'showing up' anyway.

But just to cover her ass with Skywalker about it, she did send out an email:

No Weapons 101 today. Do something actually useful instead.

Whether or not just drinking a lot was useful was up for debate.

But if you're really butt hurt about it, hit me up and we'll talk about why your favorite weapon is shit or something.

She was a paragon of professionalism over here, don't even. This was all supposed to be Blackstone's part of the class. Rosa's part in it was very dependant on actually being there and getitng to hit and shoot at things.

With that, she got to work on the updates of her ever-growing data on missing people/things.

How to Ride a Bike | Thursday, Period 2

[defenderofdesmoines]

While Annie was pretty tempted to just cancel class, it was the first day, and...as callous as this sounded in her head, she was pretty sure only two of her students were missing, per the notes document she'd been keeping based on what she heard on the radio. And the remaining kids (because yes, with Stark gone, they were all kids. Well, and Five) needed normality right now, right? As much normality as she could provide anyway.

So yeah, here was bike-riding class. Over Zoom.

Annie appeared on the screen right on time, seated cross-legged on her own balcony (both because the plants provided a nice backdrop, and this way the chances of errant boyfriend or his errant knives appearing were pretty low) and waving at the screen.

"Good morning!" she said, just slightly tinny because of course her microphone was total shit. You guys were lucky she had a webcam. "I was kinda planning on doing introductions this week, and then I was going to have us play around on tricycles, but that can wait. For this week, let's just talk about why you want to learn to ride a bike! And then I'm gonna show you how to pedal, okay?"

Like they wouldn't be able to figure that out, but what the hell else could she do?

English Poetry, Thursday period 1

[nuclear_snide]

Class today, as per Anakin, was being held virtually. Which meant that Fosse was in Bob's office running the computer for him, in between bickering about the relative merits of Ragtime versus Big Fish.

"Oh, never mind. Is this thing on now?" Bob squinted at it. "This week's supposed to be introductions, but half of you aren't here, and I don't really want to be teaching this anyway, so -"

Fosse cleared his throat. Bob glowered. "Oh, fine, let's do a poem."

He wrote the title in the air and Fosse sent the text to the students.

At the Sea-Side
Robert Louis Stevenson

When I was down beside the sea
A wooden spade they gave to me
To dig the sandy shore.

My holes were empty like a cup.
In every hole the sea came up,
Till it could come no more.

"Right. So, is this meant to be happy or sad, a comment on the ephemeral nature of sand or the tenacity of water, or did whoever chose this one just think a poem about holes was on topic?" Bob rolled his eyes. "Discuss."

Try Not to Die, Thursday, July 8, 2021

[sith_happened]

Anakin and Ben were from a galaxy far, far away that had faster-than-light spacecraft. WebZoom or whatever should be a piece of cake for both of them if the program had been the least bit intuitive.

"Why are you the host?" Anakin was demanding as Ben let the class into the virtual room.

"Because I set up the link!"

"But we share the class!"

"The computer doesn't care, Granddad," Ben said as his son Bantha toddled over and smashed a bunch of buttons, shrieking joyfully.

Ben disappeared.

Anakin grinned. "Oh, look. I'm the host now. Welcome, everyone. Our class name has turned strangely literal this week, so we're going to stay in our own spaces for the time being and not end up sucked into a hole. Please click on the link I'm sending you now--we'll virtually tour th National Museum of Modern and Contemporary Art in Seoul, South Korea, and then Ben--welcome back, Ben," he added as Ben flicked back into the room, "--then Ben will teach us how to make Korean dumplings."

"Ben will what?" Ben asked.

"Cook for us."

"Ben will not be doing that," Ben said as his son started yelling for cereal.

"Let's begin," Anakin said. "Go through the museum and then tell me about your favorite piece of art. Not in the first room because I'll know you're lying about seeing anything."