The Art of Poetry; Monday, First Period [03/14].

[sake_shinigami]

"Good morning, ducklings ♥," Shunsui greeted his class with his usual sleepy smile, already pouring for them each a cup of tea to be passed over as he spoke. "Now, I wouldn't blame you all if you don't exactly recall, but do either of you remember when we talked about the Orchard Pavilliion Gathering, where a flock of classic Chinese poets descended into a gathering to drink and mingle and write great prose ♥? And I had mentioned that the poets had played a little game, where they would float little phrases down the stream to inspire the next poet to build from that phrase and create some sort of cohesive, collaborative poem ♥?

"Well," he chuckled faintly, "we haven't got ourselves a stream, but we will be pursuing a similar activity today ♥. We'll take turns, offering out a line of poetry, and then the next person will build on it. Just a fun little," easy, "activity to challenge our creativity and see what we might be able to come up with together...even without the added inspiration of alcohol as these things usually included. Perhaps for another time. This is, after all, a classroom ♥.

"One last thing ♥," said Shunsui, his smile going a little apologetic, "before we get into our little game, I would like to mention that I have some homework for you this week, ducklings, but do not fret ♥. It shouldn't be too taxing, and you'll probably be able to guess the reasons why, but for next week, I would like you to come in with a song, with lyrics, to share. Any song at all, as long as there are, in fact, and unsurprisingly, lyrics ♥. That is all. Now, then, on with today's interactive poetry.... ♥ ♥ ♥."

Mythbusting- Monday- 3rd period

[throughaphase]

The Danger Shop workshop was still there, but toed right up to a beach today. It was sunny and perfectly warm and there was no one around for miles, with the waves lapping at the sand.

Let Kitty ruin that for you.

"Today we're testing whether or not you can escape from being buried in wet sand. We're going to do a control test, where you get in a hole that we fill with dry sand, and then we're going to do it in wet sand, just up to your neck for both, and see how it compares. Now I'm gonna been a volunteer to be buried. You cannot use powers, but I promise no one will get left."

Exit Strategies, Monday, Period 2

[jedigrammarians]

Did Aphra seem especially cheerful and pleased with herself today? Yes, yes she did.

"You're in for a treat today kids," she said. "Because I'm going to be showing you one of the most amazing tricks...hang on, I need a volunteer. You, there, with the pink hair, come up here."

Vi looked so happy to be voluntold. Really she did.

"Now see your classmate here's tattoos?" Without waiting or asking for permission, Aphra grabbed Vi's arm and held it up for the class to see, cheerfully oblivious to the fact Vi was just barely keeping herself from responding with great violence. "Lovely work, really, for something clearly down with a retro technique, but it's lacking a little something something, unlike these."

Still holding onto Vi's arm, Aphra waved her free hand to show off her own elctro-tattoos. Which would be when she turned into a tooka.

"...the actual fuck?" Since Vi wasn't expecting the teacher to turn into a weird poro-cat-thing with creepy little hands, she reacted in a highly reasonable manner and shook her arm to get the weird animal off her. Aphra went flying off and scampered into the nearest vent.

Vi was still swearing up a storm when she also vanished from view and a furious hissing came from the pile of her clothes as a tiny pink kitten crawled out from them.

Well. That was unexpected.