Shop Class; Tuesday, Fourth Period [04/23].

[special_rabbit]

Amaya was....distracted today, having spent most of her morning struggling with far too many things. For one thing, she had to get things ready to head back to Daventry, but all the while, she was also getting some really good ideas that she wanted to start in on, but had to remind herself that it would have to wait until she got to the Daventry shop and set up there, and then she'd have fifteen hundred gold coins that gave her the freedom to work on whatever the flip she wanted! And all the while, contending with the urge to actually make something now instead of later, there was the issue of telling Irene about her leaving for a bit right after all that talk about how that's what people do, they leave, there's no getting around it.

Was a part of her honestly just considering going and not even saying anything? Yes. Absolutely. Without a doubt. But another part of her knew that she couldn't do that. Not to Irene. Not now. Maybe not ever.

But on the other hand...

So, yeah, Amaya was feeling really glad this was the last class of the semester so she didn't have to focus too much on trying to actually teach anything, and she really hoped everyone's final projects would prove to be a good distraction from all the things distracting her.

"So!" she said, nodding, and giving her fist a little punch into her palm as usual. "We've reached our last class, and that means it's time to show me what you've worked on for your final projects in creating a Rube Goldberg-esque devise: something that employs a good deal of mechanics both complicated and simple in an overly elaborate way to perform a relatively simple task. I'm really excited to see what everyone's got, so let's just get right into it. Any volunteers to go first?"

Art in STEM - Tuesday, April 23rd

[imafuturist]

Your teachers were normally more focused on teaching than they were today. Steve was finding it very hard to pull himself away from the sketchbook in his lap.

And Tony was buried in a tablet, barely acknowledging the coffee on the teachers' desk for a change. "Final exam," he read as JARVIS sent him a notification rather than, you know, remembering why he was there in the classroom. "Oh, did we write one of those?"

"They have to show us their buildings," Steve said, pulling up his notes, "and write 500 words on why Elon Musk is the worst."

"JARVIS can proctor that," Tony said, making it sound like he was asking Steve rather than telling the class.

"That sounds good," Steve agreed, nodding. "And after you're finished, just head out, class. We hope to see you at paintball in the summer."

In the Cupcake of Good and Evil, Tuesday 2nd Period [4/23]

[stykera]

Yes, Stark had brought Summer with him to class today. He didn’t trust that Leroy or raccoons or something or someone else wouldn’t get into either of their apartments. He had also, of course, brought the tote bag with the fluffy pink robe in case of sudden transformation. Not that he thought she’d be turning back to herself soon. He was fairly sure that since it hadn’t just lasted the weekend this was going to last the week. At least. He was trying not to think too hard about that.

“As you may have noticed,” he said, “Summer is a squirrel at the moment so I have no evil cupcakes to share for your final exam today. You can still make evil ones, if you like. I certainly can’t stop you and I’m sure she’ll enjoy seeing them.”

If she was offended by any of them, well, she still had her knife with her and good luck to you, students.

“I've got an assortment of things we've used already for this class to make our cupcakes both good and evil and I've brought extra nuts today.”

Summer rolled her little squirrel eyes at that, made some disparaging chittering noises and squeaks, and moved further into the nest she’d made of the robe.

“So, make something from things we’ve used this semester. Try not to poison anyone, including yourselves, though Will ought to be at the clinic today in case of emergencies. I would prefer if you made things that were edible and tasted good but I know Summer will be disappointed if that’s all that gets made today.”

Library [4/23]

[talentforlying]

Something was hinky.

John could feel it at the edge of his vision, or like an itch that hasn't quite formed.

Which was a typical Tuesday on Fandom Island, honestly. There was always something weird brewing at the edges, and so, in his usual fashion, Constantine opted to ignore it for now, until it became an Actual Problem.

Still, he had a job to do, and in the spirit of not wanting to do any actual work, he had more minions he needed to recruit. The sign was up, and the Librarian was In.

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Diplomacy, Relationships & Tactics: the Art of War [Tuesday, Period 1]

[atreideslioness]

When the students arrived, they would find that Ghanima had provided moddable treats from JGoB and the Perk, all of which were piled on tables against the back wall of the classroom. None with marshmallows, of course, in deference to Arden's allergy.

"Welcome back," Ghanima said brightly, as Trebor squealed his agreement, waving his tiny fists in the air. "You've managed to make it all the way to the last class, and hopefully you even picked up a thing or two along the way. We've made it all the way through Tzu's Art of War, so today you'll get a bit of a break on the note-taking aspect of class."

"Last week, I asked to uncover some tidbit of information to which you would not normally be privy, either via another spy or by doing the digging yourself. You will not need to share exactly what you learned, if that makes you uncomfortable, merely the method used to discover the information. I am curious to find out how your foray into intelligence gathering went. How do you feel about it? Is this information something you could use to your benefit? Would you?"

After the students had recounted their possibly handwavey exploits, Ghanima nodded thoughtfully. "To some, the ethics of spying are rather straight forward. To others, it holds infinite shades of gray." She smiled brightly at the students, Trebor continuing to babble along in agreement. "To yet more, it simply is, ethics be dammed. I will admit to being in the latter category, and quite happily."

"So now I am going to ask you to indulge my curiosity one last time. I'd like each of you to tell me what you learned this semester. It can be something about class, something about yourself, something about your own ethical outlook, it doesn't matter, so long as you have learned something. In return, feel free to ask me any question you like. I will do my level best to answer you honestly."