Photography; Thursday, First Period [01/20].

[hashtag_chocobro]

Prompto was actually kind of used to random chocobos showing up at his classes...but that had been in the danger shop, not in actual real life, so finding his classroom filled not only with chocobos, but with chocobo chicks that morning?

UMMMM. BEST CLASS EVER?

So yes, there were a bunch of tiny little baby chocobos that in many ways resembled fluffy yellow chickens flocking around the classroom that day, warking and kwehing adorably as they explored their territory. That included jumping on the desks, on chairs, on Prompto himself. One managed to perch on the very top of his head, and another on his shoulder, and he could not even be mad at it. Who could possibly be mad a thing like that?

"Hey, guys," he greeted, chuckling a little, absolutely delightly because he had chocobos on his head! "Sooooo, we were kind of going to do a lesson on different kinds of shots today, but, honestly? If life gives you chocochicks....take chocobo pictures! So we'll go over a few little tips and tricks for taking pictures of wildlife, and we'll just go from there! And, of course, we'll start with looking over your pictures from last week, too, for framing and Rule of Thirds."

The chocobo on his head let out a little kweh! and started to ruffle its feathers, and instead of having a lesson on Wildlife Photography, the students almost had a lesson on What To Do When Your Teacher Suddenly Dies From Cute Overload.

Wilderness Survival; Thursday, Second Period [01/20].

[sword_chocobro]

As much as Gladio would have preferred to not have to use the danger shop as much for this class and actually be out there in the real wilderness, he knew there were just some things he couldn't depend on the weather for, and, this week, that meant needing much more snow than what was currently available on the island. So messages had been sent out previously to let everyone know they'd be meeting in the Danger Shop that week, where they'd find themselves on a chilly mountainside that clearly did not have a not enough snow problem.

It did, however, have the problem that the teacher, when he got there, was ten years old.

Which is how all lesson plans went right out the window, wee Gladio got a big grin on his face, and shouted out, "SNOWBALL FIIIIIIIIIIGHT!"

Swooped down to pick up a fistful of snow, ball it up tightly, and throw it mercilessly at whichever older kid was nearest to him, and then he dashed away to dive behind a protective snowbank that was now clearly his Base of Operations.

Like he was going to let a whole bunch of girls (and presumably one mountain lion? Especially that mountain lion!) beat him in a snowball fight!

Library, Thursday 1/20

[noonedecidesmyfate]

Belle was, for unknown reasons, suddenly very young when she arrived at the library today.

The library, very helpfully, had provided a stool so she could reach things better and several picture books. The picture books were unnecessary but at least they were pretty.

[ocd-free, my own library is currently full of 12 year olds working on a song and dance about the dangers of vaping and I am so tired all the time]

ALL PUNCH, Thursday, Period 3

[wrongkindofsith]

When the class filed into the Danger Shop one of your teachers was wearing a grump expression and a pretty blue dress, the latter had a lot to do with the former. "Unfortunately, some problems, especially on this island, cannot be solved by hitting things. Believe me, I've tried."

And, for a moment there, Jaskier was a bird who was in complete agreement with that statement. Welcome to One Of Those Days here, folks. Wasn't it just fun?

"Luckily today's nonsense seems to only pose a danger to your dignity." Cara was tired, so very, very tired of this island sometimes. "But since even that may prove a barrier to effective learning, today we're going to focus on the value of violence as stress relief."

That explained the giant inflatble gremlin then.

"Oh, Melitele's tits," Jaskier gasped once he was back to being human again. "I'll even take a swing today."

Cara, whose pretty blue dress had turned into a frothy pink monstrosity, patted him on the shoulder in vague sympathy. "Hitting things makes you feel better."