Photography; Thursday, First Period [01/13].

[hashtag_chocobro]

Prompto had a lot of reasons to be both excited and nervous (hey, a lot could happen in a few days, especially regrets and reconsiderations!), but he had to get through teaching his class that morning first. That, however, he had nothing put pure excitement for, grinning faintly from where he was perched on the desk at the front of the classroom, eager to get started.

"Morning, guys!" he said. "I hope you've all had a good week and that you've had plenty of opportunity to snap some good shots to share today. I've been really excited to see what you managed to get, so we're going to start with that and have a look at what you got, and then we're going to talk a little bit about some basics on how to set up your shots, specifically through the use of framing and something called the Rule of Thirds. These concepts are going to be at the crux of almost any good photo. There are, of course, exceptions to the rule, ways to sort of break out of those concepts, but we're definitely not getting there today. In fact, we're not even going to ge tto framing and the Rule of Thirds yet, either, because I'm pretty sure you all have some pictures to show me, right?"

He grinned over at them, and hopped off the desk to move to the computer.

"So we'll take turns and come on over, and I'll show you how to hook up the camera so we can display the pictures on the board here for everyone to see, and we'll talk abuot them a little before getting into the real nitty-gritty technical stuff. Any volunteers to go first?"

Wilderness Survival; Thursday, Second Period [01/13].

[sword_chocobro]

Meeting outside the school yet again, Gladio couldn't help but be amused as he waited to see, if anything, his students at least learned to be better prepared to dress accordingly for this class, arms folded in front of him before waiting to get started.

"Looks like the weather likes you guys," he stated, looking up at the cloudy sky. "It's practically balmy out here comapred to last weekend, huh? Still a bit chilly, sure, so if you don't already have a good jacket, I've got some in my pack, and I hope none of you," he wasn't thinking of anyone in particular, no, perish the thought, "are afraid of mud, because we'll be dealing with it a lot today. Let's head out," he cocked his head toward the woods, "scout out a good spot, and then we'll talk about today's topic when we get there. Gotta make the most out of this nice," yes, there was a small snerk in there, "weather while we got it, right?"

He clapped his hands together, hitched his thumbs toward the preserve.

"Gear up!" he said. "And let's roll out!"

ALL PUNCH, Thursday, Period 3

[ohvalleyofpenis]

The class was once again back in that simulated tavern with one teacher looking a bit edgy as he looked around. Almost like he knew an impending disaster when he saw one. Call it a sixth sense that was finely honed and often ignored.

"So, you all survived Cara's judgement," Jaskier said. "Congratulations, better men have failed, I'm sure."

"If they were better they wouldn't have failed," Cara, who definitely seemed far too pleased with herself, said. "But now that I'm satisfied you're not going to break your fingers on someone else's face, it's time to put you through your paces."

Was Jaskier shuffling a little to hide behind Cara? You're damn right he was. "And nothing says that quite like a bar fight!"

NPCakin flew gracefully through the air to crash into the casks behind the bar. Cara clapped her hands together. "Let's see how you handle yourselves."

Library, Thursday 1/13

[noonedecidesmyfate]

There were cookbooks having a fight when Belle arrived in the library. At least, being books, it wasn't an actual food fight.

Not that flying books were such an improvement over flying food but at least it would be easier to clean up once they were finished. Or so Belle hoped. For the moment she was just trying to stay out of their way.

Drama, Friday, January 13, 2022

[sith_happened]

Anakin waited until the entire class was assembled in the auditorium before flinging the doors open with the Force and striding inside.

"The most important part of drama is making an impression!" he boomed as he made his way up the aisle, robe flapping behind him like he'd been practicing it for decades.

Was making an impression actually the most important part of drama? Probably not, but Anakin wasn't exactly researching this subject.

"If you cannot draw someone's eye, they will never pay attention to the words you are saying!" he added. "So today, we will work on making a dramatic first impression. I have plenty of robes for everyone."

Because that would help? Maybe?

"Do I have to?" came a voice from… not the aisle.

Anakin was a Jedi Master and was therefore not at all surprised that they'd been joined by someone else. So…just ignore that little startle he'd done right then, please and thank you. "You absolutely have to," he said, turning towards the voice. "The robe is optional."

"Ugh," said the voice again.

After a moment, with some bumps and stomps, a robed figure shaped like Jaye made her way into the aisle, arms folded over her chest, hood down revealing only a scowl. Which actually probably made her look like a short Anakin?

And then she kind of stomped down like a four-year-old who was supposed to be watching this, Anakin, god.

Anakin snorted. "Behold."

"It's an entrance!" And it was, in fact, dramatically grumpy.

Anakin laughed. "It is. Class, this is my old friend Jaye. You might remember her from the pageant we watched last week. She will help me judge your entrances."

"And oh, I will be judging," she said, still from under the hood. Maybe she'd just keep it on?

The hoods were terribly comfortable. Anakin waved his hand. "You have ten minutes to practice. We'll start with…you," he said, pointing at random.