Weapons 101; Thursday, Fourth Period [08/05].

[special_rabbit]

The thing about having a good chunk of your workshop cut in half due to your teacher and some of your students being stuck in a hole for a lot of the lessons was that you had to be a little more discerning with what you actually got a chance to cover. As it was, a summer session wasn't nearly enough to get through all the weapons Amaya would have liked to have gone through, and while there was a lot to be said about covering all the basics and high-points and giving a firm comprehensive study, there was at least one weapon that Amaya and Rosa were both in firm agreement could not be missed, even if, technically, there were probably more diverse topics they could be covering.

"Morning, everyone!" Amaya greeted the class with her usual eager grin. "So far in this class, we've talked about some of the more sophisticated of the basic weapons that have proven worthy through the test of time and improved on various technology through the ages, but today, we're going to step back a little and explore a more primative weapon that you don't really see as much of today, but realyl goes to show how diverse weapons can be, and that you don't even need a whole lot of fancy metal and steel to have a good effective weapon! Don't get me wrong! Sometimes, nothing's going to beat a solid sword or axe, and I'm not just saying that because my career depends on it! But that's the beauty of weapons, really. You have choices. And today, with that in mind, we're going to be be talking about the atlatl!"

And this was when Rosa stepped aside to gesture at the table that was behind her, with several atlatl's waiting to be used, with the world's most unenthusiastic "Ta-dah."

Look, wasn't it enough that she'd even let Blackstone convince her to do a 'ta-dah' in the first place?

( Yeet them Spears! )

How exactly did a early modern 21st century former Brooklyn cop learn to be so good with a primitive hunting tool that was actually illegal to use in several countries? That was a good question. No, she would not be answering it.

"And that," Amaya concluded, "is that. Now it's your turn. If you have any technical questions, feel free to ask them, otherwise, head on over to the training ground, grab your weapons, and give it a try!"

How to Ride a Bike | Thursday, Period 2

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Morning, everyone!" Annie sang out, in a much better mood this week. And instead of cooped up in a classroom watching a movie -- which had not been in the syllabus, no -- Annie was instead in front of the same bank of bicycles from a couple weeks ago.

Except now they didn't have training wheels. There were training wheels available, off to the side over there, along with the associated brackets, bolts and tools that would be needed to affix them to a bike.

"So, today, we're going to work on actually riding these suckers without the training wheels," she said, cheerful enough as she wheeled a bike over to demonstrate. "You'll want to keep one foot on the ground, like this, until you're ready to start pedaling -- and then once you start pedaling, your momentum will keep you upright. And it's going to feel so weird, probably, and you might fall over, but it's okay. We're all just learning." And since it was the Danger Shop, no one would actually get hurt, anyway.

That would be a future class. Something to look forward to!

English Poetry, Thursday period 1

[nuclear_snide]

"Right," Bob said. "Today we're making the Philosopher's Stone. Only not really, because nobody's ever quite managed it. Although if any of you do, I'll be impressed. Here are our instructions."

He waved at the room, which showed ( the poem )

Try Not to Die, Thursday, August 5, 2021

[sith_happened]

"Today is my son and daughter's birthday," Anakin said, "and so in their honor we're going to--"

He looked expectantly at Ben, who blinked. "Um. Tunisia. You didn't tell me we were doing a theme thing."

Anakin made a face. "That's desert, isn't it? Sithspit. Into the portal anyway."

Bardic Inspiration - 5th Period - Thursday

[wrongkindofsith]

The Danger Shop looked like someone had recently murdered Alot of pillows...which, let's face it, was a real possibility.

And one of the teachers was definitely buried under that pile by the other. Hence the muffled, "Uh, Cara?"

"Being well rested is important." Cara placed another pillow on the pile. "Lack of sleep does strange things to people."

"I don't think this is a fort anymore," came that muffled voice again.

A blanket went over the pillows. "Hush, nap time."