The Art of Battle Tactics; Monday, First Period [08/30].

[sake_shinigami]

A first period class on a Monday morning was the absolute worst, but Shunsui was trying to make the best of it, even if 'making the best of it' had consisted of a significant consideration for how to turn 'taking a nap' into the pinnacle of basic battle tactic strategy. And, of course, he had found a way...this was a man who had slept on battlefields in the middle of an active fight, after all...but he ultimately decided to keep that one in his pocket for when it was really needed, especially since the first class on the first week of an entirely new semester could only mean one thing, and it would be a shame for him to not take advantage of having the honor of being the first to do an introductions class well before it started to get old and tedius by the end of the week.

And so there they were in their classroom, with all the desks and chairs shoved aside and some comfy cushions brought in and arranged in a circle at the center of the room, and there was Shunsui sitting there, quite possibly napping where he sat until he heard the first shuffle of feet outside the door, and he waiting until more of them had arrived before opening his eyes and giving them a soft, lazy smile.

"Ohayō gozaimasu, ducklings ♥," he greeted, and then made a gesture toward the comfy circle. "Come, come, have a seat, get yourself settled ♥. It's our very first class, so let us enjoy the peace and camaraderie while we can, as who knows what bonds may be forged or broken in the weeks to come ♥. There's tea, as well as hot cocoa, if you prefer, so come have a cup if you'd like and we'll get started ♥."

He sat in an almost meditative (quite possibly half-sleeping) state for the students to do just that, and, once it seemed they were settled, he smiled at them again. "Welcome," he said, "to the Art of Battle Tactics, a class where we will discuss war and peace and when to strive for one over the other. My name is Shunsui Kyōraku, and I am the Captain of the Eighth Division of the Gotei 13 of the Seireitei, and if that means absolutely nothing to you, just know that I have held this position for...ohhh, what is it now, well over a thousand years?" He chuckled faintly, took a sip of his tea. "Who can even really keep track anymore ♥? Either way, I have seen my fair share of battles over the centuries, and I've avoided my fair share of them as well, and I have every intention of continuing to do so," one significantly more than the other!, "more many more centuries to come ♥. And if all those centuries of fighting and war have led to anything, perhaps at the very least it will allow me to impart of little bit of knowledge your way to ease your own struggles, whether it be on the battlefield or off of it ♥.

"But enough about me ♥!" The low tone he'd adopted brightened significantly, as did his smile, as his attention turned toward the students. "This is our very first class of the semester ♥! It's the very first class of the semeester as a whole ♥! Which means we have plenty of room to get to know each other, neh ♥? As a great tactician once said, after all, 'Know thy enemy,' although in this case, I should hope 'know thy friends' is more fitting ♥. So let's go around, shall we, and we'll embark on our introductions. Tell us who you are, perhaps what experience you might have in battle when applicable, what you're hoping to get from this class, and I suppose anything else you might like to add or any questions you may have for me right out the gate ♥. And when we're finished with that, we'll engage in our first bit of battle strategy to get our feet wet, as it were, but more on that later. Now...who would like to begin ♥?"

Badass Bitch Survival Guide; Monday, Second Period [08/30].

[somethingwithturquoise]

If the moose was going to insist that a goddamn institution at this school like the Badass Bitch Survival Guide was to go in a different direction this semester, then, goddammit, Summer was going to take it in a different direction, crash it into a tree, refurbish the thing from the scraps, and make it her own. If anything, she felt those differences would distinguish her class from Rosa's enough that they were safely avoiding any copycat or copyright infringement territories, and, honestly, it was kind of just a name, Summer was pretty much planning on teaching the same multiversinal bullshit she usually taught.

Which was why the students were directed to meet in the Danger Shop for this class (and most classes to follow), and when they got there, they'd find themselves entering a space bar filled with all sorts of colorful and interesting characters that was not at all remnicent of iconic space bars from other wildly popular sci-fi franchises, how dare you.

That's right, Summer was holding her first class in a fake space bar. Tell her that wasn't completely on brand, though. Go on. She'll wait!

She did, however, call out from the large booth she'd commandeered for the class, waving a hand and waving them over. "Hey, everyone! Over here, come have a seat!" she said, taking particular care to notice how her various new victims students might react to some of the patrons around the bar as they made their way over.

"Awesome," she said, once everyone seemed to be there and joined her at the table. "Cool, so, obviously, you're all here for the Multiverse Edition of the Badass Bitch Survival Guide, and if you don't know me already, my name is Summer, I'm going to be your teacher for the semester, and we are going to have a lot of fun. Basically this class is sort of going to get you prepped for whatever the multiverse might try to throw at you, because, well, I'm sure most of you," she gave a particularly sympathetic smile to the one face in the group she definitely didn't recognize, although there were quite a few names on the list that were new-sih to her as well!, "already know or have sort of figured out that Fandom High is sort of a hub for this sort of thing. There's a good chance that all of us come from different places and background and universes, but we're all brought here together in this weird little school where your Monday morning classes are taking place in a fake space bar filled with alien creatures that you may have never seen before.

"Now, typically, the people on Fandom tend to run a little more humanoid, standard human shape," she continued, "with a few noteable exceptions." S'up, Sidon? "Which is why I wanted us to come here for our first class, because, as far as the universe goes? That's a little weird, and one of the first things to really get a grip on for Multiversinal Survival is knowing how not to gawk at that giant guy lumbering over there by the door or to at least pretend to not get grossed out by the person who is definitely oozing all over her stool.

"First, though, we're going to break the ice here," her hands sort of gestured over the table, "with each other, because we're going to be in this together, and we might as well get to know each other, right? So we'll do the whole introductions things, but I'd like you to also tell me...and your classmates...about where you're from in particular, because that's helpful to know what sort of place you're coming from, you know? Are you familiar with multiversinal travel already? What about space travel? Or just experience visiting other countries? Where are you coming from, and where would you like to go? That sort of thing.

"And," she smiled a little at them, "when we're done with that and we've kind of gotten comfortable with each other, the rest of the class is going to maybe push you out a little to get comfortable with...everyone else. I'd like you to go out there and introduce yourself to someone new, preferably someone you find particularly different and interesting. Strike up a conversation. Figure out if you can even communicate effectively with them. This is the Danger Shop, so it's all a simulation, so you don't have to worry about pissing someone off on accident and having them try to tear off your limbs or shoot you with a bone melting plasma ray. Today's class is mostly just about learning to be comfortable with what the multiverse might throw at you, and if you're already used to associating with a lot of different aliens or creatures, then you've kind of got a leg up this week. And if not? Then it's a good taste of what you can sort of expect from this class."

Cupcake Skirmishes- Monday- 3rd period

[throughaphase]

Honestly, thank god for a small class, because Kitty had been trying for two days to appeal to the moose to no avail, and so she was slightly underprepared for a class.

Also thank god for introduction week.

"Hi, and welcome to Cupcake Skirmishes," Kitty greeted everyone once they'd gotten to the home ec room. "I'm Kitty Pryde-Barton and if you're surprised to see me teaching this, join the club. I'm not much of a baker, and from what I can understand this is Cupcake Wars in class form and I have watched a lot of that, so you're going to get to make and decorate your own cupcakes.

"Starting next week. Today I want to find out who you are and why you're taking this class, and then we're going to talk about flavors some."

Advanced Cultural Studies, Monday, Fourth Period

[jedigrammarians]

"Welcome, kids!" Was Aphra deterred by the size of her class? Of course not, less work not remembering their names! "Welcome to Advanced Cultural Studies, where we examine this planet's cultural artifacts to discover what you people find truly important."

Or rather what Aphra found interesting. Which usually seemed to involve hot women and crime. "Anyway, we're looking at the first few hours of a period piece today, so enjoy the hair and costumes."