Norse Life, Tuesday Period 2

[ifwebeworthy]

Thor did not remember signing up to teach this workshop, but Thor was already familiar with the capricious nature of the office moose, so he had resigned himself to it quickly. Once the students arrived in the Danger Shop they would find it transformed into a great feasting hall, the tables laden with all manner of roasted meats and fine beverages, and Thor waiting for them seated in a throne upon the dais.

Welcome to Asgard as it once was, students.

"Good morning!" he greeted them in his booming voice. "On this, the day of my kinsman Tyr, we begin our journey into the life of the Norsemen! Some of you may know them from the tales of the Vikings, which were a mere part of the rich tapestry of Norse life. In this workshop, we shall get merely a taste of what life was like in days of old, living in a band with one's friends and fighting mighty monsters..." He trailed off, looking like he was reminiscing. Ah, they had been good times. But this week, we shall feast! And you shall each tell me your name, and what you already know about the Norsemen. All the proper traditions must be observed, you see. Let us begin."

Finding New Hobbies, Tuesday 5/13, Period 1

[stykera]

Today's choice of classroom was very nondescript but there were plenty of snacks on a table by the teacher.

“I think we all know each other,” Stark said. “But in case anyone's forgotten, I'm Stark. Not human, not radioactive, I always wear the mask, and I've been on this island a long time now. On and off. And…i suppose you can call me James if you like but it's not really my name Yelena just decided it was one evening.”

That's how people got first names, right? Right.

“So. We're going to be trying out new hobbies this summer. This half of the summer at least. Who knows what might happen later on.”

Lots of unexpected things happened on this island all the time, after all.

“We'll begin with introductions because that's how we nearly always begin. I've already told you who I am. Who would like to go first? Just who you are and if you have hobbies already that you enjoy. I bake, sometimes. I like that. And I do spend some time at the gym. But I need more things to keep me busy.”

Paintball! Tuesday, May 13, 2025,

[heroic_jawline]

It was the summer, so naturally that meant heading to the campsite away from town that had been entirely claimed as a paintball course by now to meet your very excited teachers. One was being decidedly more cool about it than the other. (It was the sunglasses that made the other one look so cool.)

"Welcome to paintball!" Steve, the less cool one, said excitedly. "For those who are new to this sport, we take these guns--" he held it up, "and shoot them safely at each other until there is only one remaining. That person has bragging right for the week and is generally the target in the next class."

"My name is Tony Stark and this here is Steve Rogers in case you're new," Tony added. "Don't worry, we'll be getting right into playing without much more preamble. For this first go at it, feel free to use any powers or skills you might have. Gives us a level we should be designing the courses for."

They'd stop before river of lava, Anakin.

"Make sure to put on the coveralls we've provided," Steve said. "And the eye protection."

"And remember to have fun!" You competitive weirdos.

"Tony and I will be joining in," Steve added because unlike cooking, they were actually pretty talented at paintball.

The Wonderful World of Art [Tuesday, 3rd Period]

[jedigrammarians]

The class had received instructions to meet in the art room, which would indicate that whatever Aphra and Isabela had planned, they were planning on easing the class into it.

In the art room itself, there were all kinds of various arts supplies laid out, mostly the kinds of things you'd use for painting or sketching, but also the odd, more esoteric media as well.

"Art," Aphra declared. "It's great."

"And valuable," Isabela added, then quickly followed up with "For self-expression."

"Which is why, instead of introducing yourselves to us with your words, we want you to do it with your art." Yes, Aphra thought she sounded deep.

"Pick whichever medium speaks to you and create something that tells the class about how you are." In Isabela's not at all humble opinion, they sounded so deep.

Also how else were they supposed to get an idea of what they were working with. They needed to know if any of you had valuable skills.