Relax and Chill, Friday - 1st Period

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Cara and Jane had quite obviously been ransacking previous classes for this one, as the Danger Shop was set up in a surprisingly harmonious mish-mash of pretty much every meditation room sim in its databanks. There were soft mats, gentle lighting, trickling water features, zen gardens. The works.

Of course, this effect did not extend to at least one of your teachers, who looked decidedly unzen.

"Welcome to Relax and Chill." It was starting to feel like the office moose was dropping hints with these classes, honestly. But the other teacher was going to just power on through that. "I'm Dr. Jane Foster and this is Cara. We'll be your instructors here."

"For those of you who may have been misled by the class name, the 'and chill' is not a euphemism." If Cara seemed to have directed that at certain members of the class, well, she had to read radio notes, often. "This is a class about 'wellness', whatever that means."

"...oh, I hadn't even thought about that." Clearly, Jane. "But that's right. We'll be working with yoga and meditation and... maybe sometimes one of those rage rooms where you smash stuff."

#selfcare

"Become some violence is good for the soul." Or a lot of violence. All of the violence, really.

"But first, let's get started with some basic yoga poses and introductions," Jane said quickly.

"Yes, let's." Cara could possibly sound less enthused. If she tried really hard.

First Aid (Fandom Style), Friday, Period 3

[ifwebeworthy]

"There are giant lizards invading the town today," Don said, and took a sip of his Starbucks, which had accompanied him without incident on his commute through said giant lizards. Look, he was from Marvel 616 New York. He'd had way worse commutes. "So I won't keep you long. If you're new: Welcome. These things happen. First things first, introduce yourselves. Name, rank, serial number--I kid. I do want your names, though, so I can put faces to the roll, and if you could fill me in on your existing familiarity with first aid training so I know what I'm working with, that would be great.

"Now let's talk about our giant lizard friends. What sort of injuries can we expect to see from a fight with a giant lizard? Well, they've got teeth, they've got claws, so expect some scratching and biting injuries, a lot of sewing up holes. Probably tetanus shots all around. But are they venomous? How do we treat that? They might throw someone into a building or something, so you might want to look for concussions, and maybe some broken bones.

"But now let's reconsider. What if it turns out we've been going about this all wrong, and the lizards are friendly? How do we treat the giant lizards we injured before we figured that out? Discuss." He leaned back against the desk and sipped his coffee.

Galactic Tourism, 2nd period

[unusual_sith]

Class met at Portalocity, of course, and today they would find their teacher dressed in her back-home clothes. And talking on her phone.

"No...no, honestly, Commander, it's fine." She sighed and facepalmed. "No, just tell Nox to put anything dangerous in the vault, where it belongs in the first place! And...yes, I appreciate that. No, I'll warn them. Thank you."

She hung up and faced the group. "Hello, everybody. Sorry about that; last-minute questions. Anyway, welcome to Galactic Tourism. I've been spending the longer classes going about Earth, but I know some of you enjoy seeing my galaxy, so that's what this is for."

Their portal opened, and she led them through onto a grassy area at the base of a cliff, a few mid-sized personal ships parked on the grass. It was temperate and breezy, forests around them, and those who were sensitive to that sort of thing would notice it was strong in the Force and balanced between Dark and Light.

"Welcome to Odessen. This is where I call home when I'm not at Fandom. I thought we'd start off with the fact that you're on a planet in another galaxy before I let you get mobbed by its inhabitants. This is the base of our organization which is trying to move from an alliance to a government of sorts. That means it's a rather busy hub of Force users, military, administrative types, scientists, and a group we'll call 'traders' to be polite." Smugglers and pirates. They were smugglers and pirates.

She led the way up a ramp and into the military hangar, a large, open level of plasteel open on one end to the cliffside. Troops of all species (and several different uniforms) moved around it, mostly with determination and purpose, though there was one group off to the side who seemed to be mostly gambling and pushing each other around. (Those of you who had been here before could play "spot the Mandalorians".)

A Rattataki man hurried over to greet the class, nodding to Lana. "Hello and welcome. We don't have anything planned -"

"Which was intentional," Lana broke in. "They're supposed to be seeing us in our natural habitat, not being entertained, Commander."

"You make us sound like zoo animals," the Commander grumped.

"Tell me Scourge isn't worse than a Rancor with a head cold," Lana retorted.

He sighed. "In any event," he told the class, "welcome to Odessen. Enjoy your time here, don't press any buttons you shouldn't, and be warned that if Dr. Oggurobb asks for tests or samples, they are probably invasive and you should ask questions first."

"After that," Lana concluded with a shrug, "what you choose to do for science is up to you. So, why don't we introduce ourselves? I'm Lana Beniko." She bowed. "Former Sith Lord, current Alliance advisor and Fandom instructor. I come from a planet called Dromund Kaas, grew up on a planet called Korriban, and now live here." She gestured around. "And on Fandom. I enjoy good whiskey, poetry, Earth rock music, and annoying politicians in ways they can't do anything about. Next!"