Weapons 101; Thursday, Fourth Period [07/22].

[special_rabbit]

Well, well, well! Would you look at that! Class could finally be in session because one of the teachers wasn't stuck down a hole and both of them had gotten that silly layaway business out of the way well before class had to start!

Hopefully, it was quite the same for everyone else attending the class, which was being held in the Danger Shop, of course (despite both teachers feeling a bit that the lack of danger took some of the fun out of it, but they were both old enough hats at this to know better). And, if the students didn't know any better, they'd feel a bit like they'd been transported to the battle field of some Ren Faire somewhere, a large training area with a medieval flair, with a wide space for movement and a collection of practice dummies, as well as several racks of the Weapon Du Jour! gleaming in the bright fake sunlight.

"Welcome to Weapons 101," Amaya started, giving the students a nod and a small pump of her fist, before she sorted and rolled her eyes, "finally! It's been a little rough getting properly started, which means we'll have to trim some of the fat and cut out some perfectly fine and exciting weapons, but what can you do? 'Round here, one of the first lessons you learn is to think on your feet and adapt. That said, we'd be a bit remiss if we didn't at least start with one of the most basic and ubiquitous of weapons, one that some might find a little archaic but never fails to do its job of slicing, dicing, poking and prodding, and that is the sword."

( SAWORDS! )

She nodded to the class again, lifted one fist to pound decisively into the palm of her other hand. "So let's get to it."

Try Not to Die, Thursday, July 22, 2021

[sith_happened]

"Hello, everyone," Anakin said with a small wave from in front of Portalocity. "It's very nice to see you in person."

"Today we're going someplace bright and sunny," Ben said with a small smile. "Morocco. You'll love it."

They might love it slightly less after they saw the belly dancing challenge, but that was a future problem.

"In you go," Anakin said, pointing to the portal.

English Poetry, Thursday period 1

[nuclear_snide]

"Well!" Bob beamed. "It really is lovely to see you all. And to be back face to face." And not to have Fosse running everything. Class was meeting in the Danger Shop today, and it looked a bit like a laboratory, but in wood and stone instead of plastic and metal, and there were bundles of plants all around.

"So, today we're going to start with something simple that I remember from when I was a boy," Bob continued. "It's a charm, instructions for a potion, and a poem!" So totally on topic!

He waved his hand at the room, which he'd finally got to listen to him again, and the poem appeared on a blank wall at the end:

( Gemyne ðu, mucgwyrt, hwæt þu ameldodest, )

How to Ride a Bike | Thursday, Period 2

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Hey there!" Annie greeted the class sunnily, from in front of a bank of bicycles...with training wheels. What, like she was just going to unleash you on normal bikes right away? "It's good to meet you all in person. And see you, you know, above ground. So we're going to get into the actual bike-riding of it all, today."

She moved over to a bike and gently kicked one of the training wheels with one toe. "So, these are called training wheels, and if you're familiar with bikes as, like, a concept, you'll know that these are only temporary. You get to try riding bikes with these on them this week, just to get used to how it feels to pedal something upright, and then next week, we're taking them off."

So, probably a lot of falling in people's futures, next week. Cherish the training wheels now.

Bardic Inspiration - 5th Period - Thursday

[wrongkindofsith]

"Welcome, welcome, welcome, class!" Jaskier said, projecting for the rafters like the ye olde theater kid he was. "So good to see you all in person! I think even my co-teacher would agree."

Or he was so used to Geralt's grumpy Gus behavior that it barely registered with other people.

"Glad to see none of you are still stuck in holes." She was practically warm and cuddly! "Though you might miss the holes soon."

"Today we pick instruments!" There was a recorder in the pile, so yes. There might have some regrets.

Was Cara nudging one of the many open flames in the tavern towards the pile of highly flammable wood? Quite possibly. "Because apparently 'a bard's greatest weapon' is only euphemistic some of the time."

"I think it'll be a very good method of getting to know the class," Jaskier insisted. "Pick an instrument let us know why you chose it."

"Then play a few bars." Cara smiled beatifically. If she had to suffer, everyone else did too.

"Excellent suggestion, Cara!" Oh no, Jaskier was on board with it. Everyone was doomed.

Cara nudged that candle just a bit closer, be a shame if anything happened to it.