Life Skills; Monday, First Period [04/17].

[somethingwithturquoise]

The class was still meeting in a danger shop classroom this week, but it was set up a little differently, with clusters of smaller tables loaded with games and puzzles and coloring books and LEGO and other various toys and what-not, and Summer herself was flanked with two little redheads, one who seemed uninterested in anything that existed outside the purview of her phone screen, and the other who seemed way to excited to be there underneath an unruly mop of hair.

"Well," Summer announced, "I really dropped the ball on this one. A lesson on childcare was definitely in the plans, but the semester kind of got away with me, and now we're at our last class and we've got kids. And we've had them, for a few days, so obviously, those of you who also have little rugrats tagging along have already managed to keep them alive for a few days, so good job. That's some real practical learning there. And obviously childrearing is a pretty big topic that no one wants to deal with on their very last day of class, so we're just going to keep it nice and open-ended and if there's anything you want to go over, be it about kids or even anything else you were hoping to cover this semester that we didn't get to, well...that's what we're doing today. And if no one has anything, well, we've got games and coloring books and puzzles and stuff, so have some bonding time with some kids or maybe even your classmates. Some kids this weekend are even old enough to be your classmates, so there's always that, too. I don't know. It's been a long weekend. Just be glad I didn't just let these two," she hitched her thumbs toward her kids, "write the lesson plan today."

"It was going to be about space!" the boy with the mop of hair informed them importantly.

"And all the horrible things that can happen to you out there," offered the girl, dispassionately, still swiping through her phone.

"But that's usually more of a fall semester kind of class," said Summer, with a shrug. "So. Anything you want to touch on before we're finished here? Or should I just let you all color or whatever?"

Sensory Deprivation Combat Training; Monday, Third Period [04/17].

[chef_chocobro]

The danger shop was mostly set up to be stark and open, and Ignis stood ready to get class started, not by himself, but accompanied by a slim girl dressed almost entirely in black, not quite as tall as Ignis himself, but with a face just as serious, framed by ashen grey hair. "One thing I've hoped to impart to you in this class," he said, as he got things going, "is to expect all manner of surprises and to take nothing for granted, and that includes unexpected guests. This," he gave a gesture toward the girl, "is Avis Highwind. Her mother is an accomplished dragoon and mercenary from my world, and her father is....well, me, apparently, and it would be remiss of me to have her and her accomplished training here today and not afford you the opportunity to test the skills you've picked up in this class on not one, but two, well-trained fighters.

"This is our final class, and I can think of no better way to put your own training into practice by simple having a battle, with the very crux of what inspired this class: entirely in the dark, no lights, blindly fighting, Avis and myself against the two of you. Simple, straightforward, to the point. Although I would like to also take a moment to cover anything you feel you'd have liked to have had more of, throughout the semester, so if there's anything you'd like to extrapolate on more, please, speak now, or forever hold your peice. And if there are no further details to uncover, then perhaps we shall merely begin."