Philosophies of Mana; Thursday, Second Period [05/23].

[chef_chocobro]

Perhaps in difference circumstances, there would be an occasion where Liliana turning into a cat at a truly inconvenient time (although, admittedly, probably not quite as inconvenient as the timing on certain people's bout as a bat) would simply mean that Ignis could work off of her copious notes and construct at least a rudimentary lesson where the week was at least not entirely wasted, but there were layers of inaccessibility to those notes that prevented such a thing. So as much as it pained him to do so, Ignis set about sending around messages to the roster for Liliana's class and set to the task of posting up the ubiquitous signage on the door:

Due to unforeseen events,
Philosophies of Mana will be canceled this week.

Apologies for any inconvenience.
Please review and continue to explore last week's lesson
to better prepare to compensate next week.

At least, as a cat, Liliana likely didn't care at the moment, but Ignis just couldn't live with letting the lesson pass without even at least a nod to continued academic pursuits. Whether or not his fellow students actually did take the unexpected free time to contemplate the philosophies of mana on their own was out of his hands, of course, but if he could at least make the suggestion, he'd feel a little less like he was failing at even trying to fill those impressive boots.

A Shot in the Dark: A Comprehensive Guide to Coffee; Thursday, 4th Period [05/23].

[chef_chocobro]

Ignis' own students would have also received a bit of correspondence regarding their lesson this week, and although the fact that he now had a paramour-turned-cat that he was not about to just leave to her own devices had him contemplating a quick change in his lesson plan, the arrangements of everything had been too much to just turn around and cancel or postpone them. So it was back to the original plan, only this time with a cat, and that meant meeting outside of Portalocity this week.

Probably looking not unlike some kind of spy thriller movie villain, with his distinct style and holding said cat to scritch behind her ears as he spoke, Ignis was just going to assume everyone had gathered in time and began. "This history of coffee on this plane," he began, "stretches back thousands of years and traces back to a country known as Ethiopia. Now, I myself am not particularly partial to Ethiopian coffee; they tend to lean more toward brighter, fruiter, and floral notes, while I prefer darker, smokier, and earthier, but there's no denying that, over centuries, they'd definitely well-established their position in the coffee world. The legend has it that coffee comes to us, actually, from a simple goat herder named Kaldi, who, upon observing how his goats seemed more energetic after eating certain beans that grew naturally in the area, explored this concept further and developed coffee as we know it today. From there, it spread to the Arabian peninsula, where it quickly worked its way into markets as a commodity and cultural staple.

"Today," he said, "we're going to the origins, and visiting the Yirgacheffe region of Ethiopia, to see the process of how the coffee is grown and cultivated, to have the opportunity to speak with some of the farmers themselves, get a first-hand understanding of what all goes into bringing this beloved bean to our mugs, and, of course, to try some of the coffee right at the source."

He gave a faint smile.

"Not a bad way to spend an afternoon. And so, without further ado, we'll head out. I trust you'll all be well-behaved and respectful and hopefully learn some new things. And, even if you're already well aware of Ethiopian coffee production, then at least you'll have some good brew while we're there."

Arts & Metal Crafts; Thursday, Fifth Period [05/23].

[special_rabbit]

"Alright," said Amaya, grinning at the start of class with a nod and a moment to show just how ready she was for business by pounding a fist into her palm as she did it, "now that the week of introductions are out of the way, we can finally start getting into the good stuff. Which means we do have to take a moment today to talk about some standard shop safety rules and guidelines, especially since today, we're diving right into welding!

"Because, really? You can't have a metal arts class and not do welding! The process is pretty simple, too, so after I go over a bit how to do it, your project for the day is going to be a classic: take all this scrap metal we've got here in the shop and make something new out of it. Pretty simple, so let's not waste too much time talking so that you can spend more time on sculpting!"

Booze Tasting & Drinking Games - Thursday, Period 1

[single_man_tear]

Dean was blissfully back to normal today. No animal or female forms. Just good old Dean and he seemed to be quite happy with it.

When people entered Caritas they would notice three things on the specials board. One was the word "bourbon" written in large letters at the top followed by "Truth or Dare".

Following that was everybody's name and their grade for the class so far. Everyone had an "A+" except for Liliana Vess who had an "F-".

Had Lils signed up for the class? Absolutely not. Was she still getting a failing grade? Hell, yeah she was.

Teacher's perogative.

"Today's booze of choice is bourbon. You might ask: What's the difference between whiskey and bourbon? Well turns out that bourbon has to be made in America and has to be brewed in a freshly charred oak barrel. And it mostly comes from Kentucky."

Was Dean proud of himself for prepping for today's class? Yes. Of course his preparation had only taken five minutes of looking things up on the internet from his phone.

"Today's drinking game is Truth or Dare. A favorite of slumber parties everywhere. Everyone get a drink or two before we kick off the game."

[OCD is up!]

Arts & Crafts For Beginners [Thursday, Period Three]

[needsacatchphrase]

Jane was giving the arts and crafts supplies a confused look as the class walked in today. Because this definitely wasn't the original plan, but the teachers could roll with it, right? Right!

"Welcome back," Jane said, powering on through it. "Some things have been a bit weird this week, we know."

"But that kind of thing doesn't tend to last long," Cara said with the confidence of someone who'd had the entire weirdness pass them by. "So the island should be back to a normal level of weirdness soon."

"In the meantime we'll be going with the flow and doing... fake tattoos. With glitter." Jane was just going with it.

"Because it's not enough that it gets everywhere, you're going to deliberately glue it to yourself." Cara sounded so enthused about this

Cultural Appreciation, Thursday 5/23, 6th Period

[but_mostly_america]

What happened when Irony met Muppetry? Well. This. This happened. Someone got gremlin bit and turned into a human and still went to teach class.

Sam Eagle, who was not Sam Eagle at this time due to being Boy George, was at the front of the room ready to discuss Culture Club appreciation!

“Lovely to see you all today,” SamBoy GeorgeBoy Sam said. “We’re going to talk about my band!”

"Meep meep meep meep?" Beaker asked. He did not know Sam had a band! Tell him more!

“I’m the singer in Culture Club,” Boy Sam said. Obviously. Was the hat and hair not a clue, Beaker?

"Meeeeeeeeeeeep," Beaker said, sounding impressed. He made his way over to a cabinet and rummaged through it, discarding a French horn, five boxes, two rubber chickens, and a singing cabbage before emerging triumphantly with a karaoke machine. "Meep meep meep meep?"

Sing for us, Sam!

Boy Sam didn’t mind if he did.

“Ooh, you’ve all my songs! Wonderful!” But there was only one real choice of song, wasn’t there? That was why the opening notes of “Karma Chameleon” played.

( no, he's not singing anything by The Eagles )

By the end of the song Boy Sam was encouraging everyone in the class to sing along. To make sure they were appreciating Culture Club, obviously. Everyone was appreciating this, right?

Beaker was definitely appreciating this! Didn't think it was really odd for a Thursday, either.

Sam was not going to appreciate it once the gremlin venom wore off. Not at all. Especially not if this was being recorded and sent back to every other Muppet. But for right now Boy Sam was appreciating everything!

“Now as I understand it this is a class on Cultural Appreciation and art is culture so today we have art supplies for you to make your own karma chameleons!” Yes, there were plenty of red, gold, and green options to choose from. Naturally.

"Meep meep meep mee!" Beaker agreed.

Library, Thursday 5/23

[noonedecidesmyfate]

There were gremlins in the library again today. Perhaps that was why a certain Muppet eagle was an 80s pop singer but those two facts could be entirely unrelated.

In any case the library had gremlins today. One group was speaking to each other in a language that Belle wasn't familiar with but others might recognize as German.

Another small group seemed to be acting out some sort of scene that involved siren noises and 2 gremlins repeatedly crashing into a wall.

Belle was just trying to mind her own business at the desk. Trying.