Bardic Inspiration 2: the Bardening, Thursday, Period 2

[wrongkindofsith]

Instead of the Danger Shop, today class was out the front of the school, where there was totally snow, don't @ us.

"We were going to have a movie day, but change of plans," Cara said cheerfully. Perhaps too cheerfully.

"Why would anyone want to watch a log burning?" Jaskier asked for possibly the tenth time just this hour.

Cara shrugged. "You'd think if they cared that much, they'd just start an actual fire."

That seemed legit.

Jaskier rallied, clapping his hands together. "As such, our lovely other teacher suggested a snow ball fight."

"In case you've never been in one before, it's simple enough," Cara said. Then she threw a snowball at Jaskier. Hard.

Which immediately caused him to fall the ground with a yelp. He was a delicate flower, people!

So very fragile. "Usually, it's more of a two way affair," she added dryly.

How to Be A Chocobro; Friday, First Period [12/10].

[chef_chocobro]

Without going too far into the sordid details, three men sharing a bed and waking up to unexpected pushy mistletoe had led to quite a bit of a....tense atmosphere in the classroom that morning. The whole ordeal had been quite the complicated mess, and they were all quite certain that no one had gotten out of that situation feeling even remotely good about it, the mistletoe included.

But they would try to put on their best faces, regardless, and absolutely avoid talking about it at all if entirely possible. And, at the very least, it appeared they were entirely safe from any mistletoe shenanigans while in the Danger Shop, and it allowed for a convenient topic to cover for the class.

Ignis, of course, would be the one to lead the charge.

"Sometimes," he started, "there may be situations where effective teamwork may seem a bit....elusive. For a....variety of unexpected reasons, things may not go exactly the way you planned or a situation can prove to be frustrating to the point of inspiring a certain...tension," he gave his sulking comrade a sort of withering look, as if to suggest that they should all be quite over this remarkable display of immaturity by now, "amongst a team. But there is often a job to do, anyway, which is why a true...'Chocobro,' as it were, will push through even the most awkward of circumstances and continue to get the job done.

"Now, clearly," he continued, "true tension like that is difficult to just fabricate out of no where in a classroom setting, but we figured, at the very least, we can discuss our own experiences with such...frustrations here today to get an idea of how other might handle when things don't go smoothly or perhaps use examples from your own experiences to inspire others, before we throw you into a situation where at least one tension-causing element can be present and controled and that is..."

He trailed off, gesturing with a hand toward Prompto, as that was his cue, but it was clear from his thousand-mile stare off to the side and pretty much every freckle on his face standing out against the backdrop of a ferociously red face, that the other teacher was going to miss it entirely.

Ignis delicately cleared his throat. When that didn't work, Gladio stepped in to nudge him roughly with his elbow.

"Panic!" Prompto, jarred back into the moment, shouted out, eyes wide and blinking, before he shook his head to clear it and tried again, his face somehow managing to go more red. "Er, um, I mean, uh...." He cleared his own throat, too, though it didn't seem to do much good. "Right, uhhhhh, Panic. Chocobo Panic. We're going to play that, or at least a version of it I put together for the Danger Shop, and, basically, what's going to happen is that you're all going to be in control of a flock of chocobos, and that flock is going to get bigger and bigger and start filling the room with too many chocobos, and eventually, the capacity is going to be too big and an alarm will go off that'll tell you to 'Let go!' and one of the chocobos will flash. That's the chocobo you have to get rid of so it doesn't get too crowded. If you release theh right chocobo, awesome, you're good, the game continues at the same pace, but, if you get the wrong chocobo, you get five more chocobos added to the flock. The chocobo is only going to flash for a moment, so you've got to pay attention, even with everything else going on, and you've got to help each other if you've missed it, and it's going to add more chocobos if you don't reach the flashing chocobo in time, too, so basically, it's probably going to be chaos between you and all the chocobos, and so that's when you've got to keep your cool and work together and remember that..." He bit his lip a little, shifting awkwardly, "you're all in this together, and no matter what happens, you're a team, you're Chocobros, and you...you can get through anything together, no....no matter what..."

And that...oddly sincere, seemingly deeper-than-he-intended little ramble caused Ignis and Gladio to exchange a brief look, before Gladio's hand fell on Prompto's shoulder with a reassuring pat, and then a ruffle of Prompto's hair; the ensuing protests and defense of said hair were buried under Gladio's loud bellow over the danger shop.

"You heard the guy!" he said. "Let's get this going!"

Teamwork, Friday, December 10, 2021

[imafuturist]

Steve, under normal circumstances, very much enjoyed kissing his husband. That did not include during class time and when being pushed to do so by an extremely irritating floating plant.

"I'll kiss him when I want to," Steve said, hands on hips as he glared at the mistletoe.

"He doesn't like being told what to do," Tony said for the class' benefit. "And used the holidays again, so everything is... a little weird. But we're rolling with it!"

"We could be shooting at it with flamethrowers," Steve grumbled as the plant made obnoxious kissy sounds.

That would be quite an escalation, Steven.

"We're going to work together without a flamethrower for now," Tony said. Because safety waivers.

"For now," Steve said, still in a mistletoe stand-off. Tony, just kiss the man.

Tony rolled his eyes and pulled Steve's face over for a kiss on the cheek. Nothing inappropriate at all.

Steve turned bright pink anyway. "Right. Work together and herd this stuff out of the room."

Superheroing 101 - Friday 12/10, 3rd period

[stykera]

There wasn't any mistletoe in the classroom today. At least not that Stark had seen.

"We had a little practical experience last week," he said once everyone had arrived. "Everyone survived the Santas. I didn't expect otherwise. If I had, I wouldn't have had you do it."

"That was just one example of something you might have to deal with. Not a very dramatic one." Well, hordes of drunken Santas were dramatic but not in the usual superhero sort of way. "But still something that might need to be dealt with."

"And then sometimes you need to deal with what happens after a fight. Or confrontation. Or… whatever dealing with a group of drunken Santas is considered."

"Last week, some people might have needed help getting home safely. Or they might have needed medical attention. Sometimes support is necessary."

Stark, for example, generally considered himself much more useful as something resembling support staff than he was at doing heroic sorts of things.

"I feel more useful in the aftermath of things. Offering medical treatment, if I can." Helping people die... "What about the rest of you? What sorts of support can you offer?"

Library - Friday

[onlyajones]

The only thing that Jo noticed unusual about the library this week was the mistletoe that seemed to be growing on the ceiling.

It didn’t seem to be doing anything and wasn’t leaving a mess like the powdered sugar last week so she wasn’t too concerned about it as she went about reshelving the books she had to put away this week.