The Art of Battle Tactics; Monday, First Period [12/13].

[sake_shinigami]

For their final class, a request had been sent out to the students to kindly meet Shunsui in the Danger Shop, where they would find themselves in at the center of a (much reduced in size and spread) fortress, surrounded by sturdy walls and buildings. They gathered in the central tower, on a wide balcony overlooking the scene, with, of course, a low table with offerings of tea and cocoa surrounded by cushions around which they could all sit and speak.

"And so," Shunsui began, "welcome to our final class, ducklings, where we shall hopefully have the chance to put to use some of the little tips and tricks picked up in this course and put them into action ♥. Here we sit in the center of a city about to be seiged by our enemies, approaching from all sides on the horizon, and it is up to you all to determine how we proceed from here ♥. Work with you cohorts...or against them, if you feel so inclined...in figuring out a strategy, utilizing your resources and strengths, compensating for your weaknesses, and whatever else have you ♥. I shall be here to guide you along and provide information, but, for the most part, this battle shall fall entirely in your hands. What..." He paused dramatically with a slow sip of his tea, "do you wish to do ♥?"

Shunsui certainly knew what he would do, but he had a feeling that none of the students in this lot were likely to suggest it.

And, really, good on them for that!

Badass Bitch Survival Guide: Multiverse Edition; Monday, Second Period [12/13].

[somethingwithturquoise]

Just for shits and giggles, Summer decided that she was going to go ahead and hold this last class for the semester in the danger shop....classroom sim. Look. It was never going to get old, okay? But at least she was running the one from ages ago where, occasionally, some dinosaur or other weird flying creature would pass by the window, just to make things mildly more interesting.

She leaned on the front of the desk at the front of the classroom, arms folded and faintly grinning as she looked them over and shook her head.

"So," she said, "I know I talked about this last week, but since this is our finals week, I'm not going to make you guys take some lame test or something, but, instead, I want to sort of focus on the idea that everyone's definition of badass is going to be a little different. Both me and Rosa, for example, believe in a few of the same badass virtues, but our approaches and execution are pretty different. And that's a good lesson all its own; badass comes in many different flavors. And that's why, today, for your last class, we're going to explore what badass means to all of you. Simple as that. Sort of like a final essay, except I'm not making you write it, you just have to come up here, give a little speech about what being a Badass Bitch means to you, open yourself up to questions and discussion from the class, and hopefully, like, inspire each other or some shit like that, and we can go forth in our badassery, so on and so forth. Easy."

She grinned faintly at them again.

"Who's going first?"

Cupcake Skirmishes- Monday

[throughaphase]

"It's our last week of class!" Kitty greeted them. "You made it! Hopefully you had some fun, because this was fun for me, especially when I'm here because of an obstinate moose.

"For this week, it's a free for all. Make whatever kind of cupcake you want. Decorate it however, if you want to add a ton of extras, go for it. Also I brought in a ridiculous amount of stuff and it's gonna go bad if we don't use it."