The Multiverse is F'd, Y'all; Wednesday, Second Period [09/27].

[somethingwithturquoise]

The class would be meeting not in the classroom that week, but, instead, in the Danger Shop, which was a good indication that they'd be dealing with some multiverse stuff that had already f'ed up, or some approximation of it. When they arrived, they would find themselves in a large hangar of a massive space station, with flashing red lights and the occasional pleasantly feminine mechanical voice over the sound systems mentioning a bunch of intruders.

"That," said Summer, looking up toward the voice and then over at the student, "is you guys. Welcome to the part of the class where we start delving into some things that can happen that might really fuck up a universe, of which the options are vast, but most of my own personal experience tends to be on the Big Evil Galactic Empire creating a Mega Weapon of Space Station-slash-Ship that has planet-destroying capabilities, and they intend to use it on anyone who stands in their way. Like, seriously, the amount of times I've encountered this in my incredibly short life is actually pretty staggering, so I can't even imagine how common it actually is in the grand scheme of the multiverse. But, you know what? Every once in a while, the multiverse is fucked, and it's because some assholes got together to put together a really powerful mega-weapon, and it's up to a bunch of scrappy rebels and plucky anti-heroes to save the day. So that's what we'll be working on today.

"This," she continued, "is the NX-5 Planet Remover, brought to you by Wrangler Jeans. Yes, that's right. This particular world-destroyer is corporate sponsored, which adds a whole 'nother level of capitalist dystopia to it, and, in fact, there's an ad! Check it out!"

Summer pushed a button to pull up a screen so that they could, indeed, watch the ad all about the planet-destroying capabilities of the ship which they were currently on.

"And, well, you heard the ad," Summer said, "no secret weakness hole that you can just shoot to destroy the whole thing, so....what do we do? Time to brainstorm and see what we might be able to do to destroy the destroyer before the time runs out, we're caught, thrown in space jail, and they blow up the Fake Earth in this scenario. So....what now? I know I'm kind of throwing you guys into it, but sometimes, that's just how a good old Universe Saving Revolution happens! Let's take this bad boy down with our quick wit, cute banter, and...well, we've got weapons, too, those might help a bunch as well."

Rube Goldberg and You, Wednesday, September 27, 2023

[meepmeepmeep]

Well, you had all learned about making dramatic exits and entrances, even though some kinks needed to be worked out, so Beaker was moving on for the time being. Today they would be working to counteract the foam he kept getting hit with every time he went onto that floor in Stark Tower!

He had umbrellas, raincoats, and brightly colored parachutes, plus an array of springs, trampolines, small fireworks, and a bicycle horn that honked.

Beaker didn't know how that would help to stop spray foam, but he trusted his students' ingenuity!

"Meep meep meep," he said, pointing to the schematics on the wall, which showed an elaborate apparatus meant to block the entire ceiling of a building. "Meep meep meep mee!"

So. At least nothing was exploding yet?

The History of Assassination. Wednesday, First Period [9/27]

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Students arriving today would find the classroom set-up as usual, and the projector already running with a paused movie that would start playing at the appointed time.

The note on the wipeboard said:

Desert-born baby has his first cold. Rather than subject you to his screaming, enjoy a movie. Or go back to your residence and watch a movie about assassination of your choice.