Intro to Fandom; Monday, First Period [08/29].

[somethingwithturquoise]

Oh, boy! How convenient that the island decided to kick the semester off for their Intro to Fandom class with a…very prescient example of just what this island had to offer.

One that, no doubt, left very little room in the classroom for all the emotional baggage the two people at the front of it were likely to have brought with them.

( Cut because SOMEONE tends to talk a LOT when she's trying not to say too much.... )

Summer smirked a little bit over at the students. "You guys follow all that?" she asked. "Well, either way, it's your turn. Who wants to go first?"

Fight Stuff- Monday- 3rd period

[solo_sword]

The class met in the Danger Shop, where Jaina was already amassing quite a few bags today. It was more annoying than anything else, as someone who'd been around forever and who also had at least come to terms with most of her baggage. These were mostly just reminders.

"Welcome to Fight Stuff, where you're apparently going to have to fight stuff," Jaina greeted them, immediately reaching a hand out to slide a giant trunk across the room and out of the way as soon as it hit the ground. No one needed to see anything about her assassinating her twin on the first day of school. "We'll be meeting here every week to face off against different enemies, and you can get some training, or learn some skills, on the way. You're in the Danger Shop, so nothing can actually hurt you, and so powers and weapons are okay. I'll even have weapons at the start of class in case you want to try something new.

"This week, for no particular reason, you're going to be fighting a moose. And quite probably, your own issues. Good luck."

Diplomacy, Monday, August 29, 2022

[sith_happened]

It had taken Anakin a little bit of time to move the two-story tall steamer chest labeled "SITH" from in front of his door this morning, but it had made a satisfying splash when he'd thrown it into the ocean using the Force.

He swept into his class, robe flapping dramatically around his ankles, and turned to face his students. "Welcome to Diplomacy," he said, ignoring bags as they fell to the ground and him and them. "I was going to start with making sure everyone's on the same page regarding definitions but we have a rather more practical exercise to deal with."

He tucked the small, smoking, bag labeled "Mustafar" behind his robe. "Clearly today is full of information that most people are not, in general, comfortable sharing with strangers. So give me your name, your age, and two ways you have made this incredibly awkward day less so in a diplomatic way."

Non-Deadly Heroics, Monday, Period Two

[good_for_six]

Isabela and Aphra had taken advantage of it being a lovely day at the tail end of Summer to hold their first class of what had clearly resulted from a deep and personal betrayal by the moose on the beach. With a lovely bonfire burning beside them. No, they would no be answering any questions about what was fuelling the fire. Or asking any for that matter if anyone wanted to add their own fuel.


"Welcome, everyone, I'm Isabela, the dashing pirate captain, and this is my good friend Doctor Aphra the equally dashing rogue archaeologist," she said, bowing and dramatically flourishing a hand in Aphra's direction. "And together we'll be teaching you all about Non-Deadly Heroics." For some reason.

"Think of it as learning pragmatic ways to save the world without dying in the process," Aphra said. "Because boy do people seem to need it. Also there are lots of threats in a galaxy, can't fix the next one if you're dead because of the first."

"Anyway, since it's our first class, we'll be having introductions, name, class, and a time you did something people might consider heroic without dying!"