The Multiverse is F'd, Y'all; Wednesday, Second Period [11/08].

[somethingwithturquoise]

Once again, the class was meeting in the danger shop classroom simulator, but things were markedly different. The base of it was all the same....general classroom setting, really, but things had very clearly been abandoned and overtaken by nature for a while now: moss and plants clinging to the dark, dank corners, branches weaving through the windows and across the ceiling, chairs and desks looked worn and weather with time and likely termites. And Summer had meticulously wiped away a small section of the teacher's desk at the front of the classroom so that she could sit on it without getting her white pants too dirty, and then smiled a little at the students.

"We're talking alternate dimensions again," she said, "because I feel like that's really some of the most mind-fucky aspects of this whole multiverse stuff, anyway. Now, this here is a simulation of what could be any sort of post-humanity sort of dimensional apocalypse; Nature has reclaimed what is rightfully hers, and everything we people built are long, long gone. This dimension in particular, though, is actually based on another version of my dimension, where all of humanity with the exception of those of my own family's bloodline, were turned into horrible monsters straight out of a David Cronenberg movie, all because my asshole little brother thought it would be a good idea to try and love potion a girl during flu season, and it got out of hand and infected everyone, and now we have a version of my reality where literally everyone except my family are horrible mutated monsters.

"I mean," she added, "I could go on on why love potions are creepy and gross and you shouldn't do it, but could also destroy all of humanity is also a pretty good reason, too. Now, in my dimension, this all happened up to the point of the flu season meaning everyone got infected by the love potion, but the solution resolved in a very different way, when my grampa just made an antidote, ba-da-bing, bada-boom, everyone was better, but the antidote in this dimension clearly did not work, which is another example of the whole butterfly effect of it all, that it only takes one minor little detail to just change everything, and that leads into the whole concept that there truly are infinite possibilities out there in the multiverse, based on the tiniest things, like, every choice you make is like creating a whole plethora of possibilities and dividing the multiverse into even more separate parts.

"Which, you know, can be a lot. So, today, if you want to go out and explore a little bit of a world where literally everyone except for three people were completely transformed into what could arguably be a new form of humanity, I definitely encourage it, or we can just sit around and talk about it a little bit, and speculate on how we all could just be someone's bad decision away from a total dismantling of civilization, which, you know, is a nice, cheerful topic for a Wednesday morning, right?"

Rube Goldberg and You, November 8, 2023

[meepmeepmeep]

Well, it had been a few weeks since Beaker had focused his class's attention on the Big Picture (as far as he was concerned): breaking into the Stark building. Today's mission: tunnelling in from undernearth!

Would it actually work in a real-world scenario? Not remotely! Had Beaker released gremlins into the Danger Shop for added authencity? Yes, yes he had.

So, um, good luck with that, everyone. At least you have shovels so you can dig holes to protect yourself!

"Meep meep meep meep meep!" Beaker said, backing away from the gremlins as they, predictably, turned on him.

The History of Assassination. Wednesday, First Period [11/08]

[deathsmajesty]

So, funny story. In today's 'collection of words you didn't know could be a coherent sentence,' it turned out that mentioning to a moose that assassination was a subject you had extensive knowledge of made you an ideal candidate for a substitute teacher! Don't ask for more details, just know that this was the fine institution you had chosen for your various degrees.

Anyway, it wasn't a Ghanima Atreides sitting at the front of the class today, but a different regal woman with interestingly-colored eyes and an affinity for murder.

"Good morning, class," she said once everyone had arrived, giving the occasional nod upon recognizing a student, probably from looting the Walmart the other week. "I am Liliana Vess and I'll be covering History of Assassination today. I know this class traditionally focuses on the history of this plane, but my knowledge of this plane doesn't extend to assassins--" clearly an oversight "--so instead, I'm going to discuss one of the most well-known society of assassins in the history of Dominaria, the plane I was born on." She gestured behind her, where a large map was pinned to the wall.

( As a child, I slept with a cloth over my face, to hide from the spirits that might pull the air from my lungs. )