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The Mathematics of Quantum Neutrino Fields; Tuesday, Period 4 [ 09/14 ].

Just because this didn't work for getting rid of his students last semester didn't mean he wasn't going to try it again.

Besides, he had at least seven lesson plans that he could easily just recycle and he planned on doing so before bothering to come up with new material. Because that would be work. And everyone knew work was best avoided if at all possible.

So everyone in the class should have gotten correspondence in some form or another that they were meeting in the Danger Shop this week, and, if they didn't, it was a good possibility that they had been left out intentionally and their ability to still be here was just another proven point of consistent teenage annoyance. Either way, doing what they were doing today was too much of a hassle to do IRL, as the kids were calling it, so Farnsworth had a nice little sim set up, starting the class from the mouth of a cave.

He had a cane with him. Not that he'd need it much for walking, but it was a fairly effective tool for waving about and threatening when he spoke. It should be noted that he seemed in a fairly good mood, but that was mostly because the task for today could wind up being extremely dangerous for his students. This new batch was smaller, so, hopefully, they wouldn't have safety in numbers like the last one.

"Today," he said, "we're going to learn about neutrino detectors. Because if we're going to be 'studying' neutrino 'fields,' then we should at least be able to detect them. They are so large that they have to mostly be underground, and you'll have to get in a boat, and I didn't bring life jackets so if you don't know how to swim and you fall out, then that's too bad for you. In your next life, maybe you'll remember to learn how to swim.

"Before you go in, please turn in your Essays on why most of the world is crap from last week and pick up a worksheet for this week. You have several pages on reading the neutrino detectors, and also a page or two regarding the chemical balancing of the water used to help run the detectors. You can start them today and turn them back in next week, and, once we get to the detectors, they'll work as a guide to let you know how they actually function.

"Are we ready, then? Let's go. It's a long trip down past some steep drops with a lot of jagged rocks at the bottom, so I hope you're sure footed. And if you're not..."

Farnsworth shrugged. "Meh."

So encouraging...

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You shall not PASS! (this class)

Edited 2010-09-14 13:51 (UTC)

Checking out cool underground technology. What could possibly go wrong?

At least you're outside, though, so to speak, instead of stuck in a classroom.

Well, first, you have to get there. Farnsworth wasn't kidding about the step cliffs and hazardous climb, and not to mention the darkness, which he very ironically has only equipped them with torches (the fire kind, not the 'we can't call them flashlights because we're British' kind) to light the way. There aren't exactly hand rails in this place, either.

A monster appears for the depths (http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Zone_Eater)! Do you fight it (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3qjtvehNEmU)? Or try to run away?

Either way, the results will likely be...

Your attempts to fight or flee from the Zone Eater have failed, as it has sucked you up into its stomach. However, inside the Zone Eater, in defiance of what one might expect, is another cave!

And inside that cave is the pretty neutrino detector (http://www.phys.ksu.edu/personal/jgraves/index_files/image003.jpg)!

There is also a stange shrouded creature (http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/File:Amano_Gogo.jpg) off to the side somewhere. Who (http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Gogo_%28Final_Fantasy_VI%29) is he? She? It?

Grab a boat and set off to check out either or both.

This shit is insane.

It could be interesting, right? Or just avoid it. It looks like it might smell, or possibly eat small children.

Who is only slightly less disappointed with this monster than the last one. At least this one still ate people.

I amuse myself with my own nerdery.

If you wanna fight the Zone Eater a bit before it sucks you up, just let me know in your ping! Last time I failed at fight, but I should be around to provide some today.

Also, Gogo, the thing in the belly's beast, is a mimic, and so poking at it will likely just cause it to copy and mock you, for those unfamiliar with the game.

Edited 2010-09-14 14:34 (UTC)

Christian

Christian's palms and knees were skinned by the time he'd climbed down. He wasn't overly clumsy, but balancing the torch while climbing in not-entirely-sensible shoes was more of a challenge than he'd expected.

He consoled himself with the fact he hadn't burned anything.

Christian, not being stupid, saw only one option.

He ran like a fool.

Chuck Bartowski

Chuck had kinda chosen this class for the nice non-athletic nature. He was clumsy, it was dark, and he was skittering down a cliff while trying not to set fire to himself.

It wasn't the most graceful he'd ever been.

Still not a fighter, even after time spent in a world full of mutants. Chuck would be exiting this fight right quick, thataway--

Or trying to, anyway.

Edited 2010-09-14 15:52 (UTC)

Given the choice between shiny scientific things, and some creepy shrouded... other thing, Chuck picked a boat and would be aiming for shiny.

Ooh.

Christian went for the creepy shrouded thing.

"I admire your sense of style," he told it politely.

It parroted the comment back at him.

They might be talking for a while.

Harper Finkle

Kate Gregson

"Oh hell no."

Yeah, Kate didn't intend to do this. No way was she climbing down any cliffs, Danger Shop illusion or not.

"Other option," Fansworth suggested cheerfully, "is to go the quick way..."

"Look, professor, can't I just sit this one out?" Kate tried. Because she just didn't want to do this. "Maybe write some... extra paper or something instead?"

Please; and make more work for him?

"Nope," said the Professor, shaking his head and folding his arms. "Not an option. This is a very valuable lesson, you know. Not everything in life will give you options for an easy way out!"

"A valuable lesson in what, exactly?" Kate wondered, trying to sound polite. And mostly failing. "This is supposed to be a math class!"

Because that had saved them from weirdness in the previous weeks. Totally.

"I just said in what!" Farnsworth responded with irritability. "That you can't sweet talk your way out of things you don't want to do, missy! It's a math class, and, in this math class, we look at neutrino fields, and you can't look at neutrino fields without a neutrino detector, and neutrino detectors are in treacherous caves! I don't see what's so difficult to piece together in that, but, then again, maybe that's why I'm the genius."

Edited 2010-09-14 19:13 (UTC)

"Yeah well, I'm not going down there," Kate decided. "So what happens if I refuse?"

George Lass

Maybe, maybe George was here at this school to reap Farnsworth.

Any day now, she'd get his Post-It. Really.

"Then the sim activates its earthquake function, the ground drops out underneath you, and you get to go down the quick way," Farnsworth said, smiling far too much with his fingers dancing against each other. "Into a strategically placed vat of underground sewage and sludge."

He loved the danger shop.

Kate's eyes narrowed. "You wouldn't."

... She really shouldn't say things like that, should she?

Steep cliffs. Hazardous climb. This was such fucking bullshit. He was lucky no one fell and broke their necks. George kept stumblng --

oh.

Falling and breaking her neck! And then they'd halt class and rush her out of here to the clinic, where she would have a miraculous recovery and, more importantly, not be in class today.

She had to make it look like an accident. And so George kept walking, but made damn sure she wasn't actually paying any attention, even if she had to look like she was.

When she tripped headlong over a badly-placed rock, and went sailing down the shitty descent towards some worse looking rocks, she braced, because this was going to hurt like a bitch. Maybe she should have been more careful? Less careless?

(cleared with the professor, zomg. do not worry: george is not going to actually get hurt or anything, for reals. not even the easily-healed kind of hurt.)

"Oh, I would," Farnsworth assured her. "And enjoy it immensely. But, of course, if you don't believe me...."

He trailed off, with a careless shrug, as if to say that it wasn't as if he didn't warn her.

Farnsworth ambled past where George had fallen at a liesurely pace, hobbling with the use of the cane. "Having a nice fall, Lass?" he called politely. "See you next trip."

...wait. He might have gotten that wrong. Oh, well.

Kate weighed her options for a moment, because she couldn't convince herself he wouldn't actually do it. Dude was a creep who didn't seem to like being a teacher. Of course he'd do it.

"Ugh, fine, I'll climb," she eventually decided, grudgingly.

Farnsworth wondered if he should have just lied and said that he wouldn't, only to go ahead and do it once she opted out, but it was too late now.

"Atta girl," he said. "Just mind the slick area next to the thirty foot drop; that'll be a doozy."

"... Fuck."

Somehow, the scary pointed rocks managed to turn into spongy pillows, when you landed directly on them. Which was total bullshit and meant she was going to have to lie here and catch her breath and not be injured. At all.

Dammit.

"I'm fine," she called after Farnsworth. "Thanks for asking!"

Kate made a truly epic face at that, then set out to climb down, grumbling to herself.

If she'd fall, she was so not coming back next week, no matter how good this class would look on her transcripts for college.

"Try not to spend too much time lollygagging, licking our wounds," Farnsworth called over. "Then there will be an earthquake and, as Miss Gregson discovered earlier, no one wants that. There's science to behold!"

Reapers were not allowed to kill. It was probably against the rules.

Reapers were not allowed to kill. It was probably against the rules.

Reapers were not allowed to kill. It was probably against the rules.

George made a big show of pushing herself to her hands and knees, and then standing, slowly. No, she wasn't hurt. So what? She could still make a decent bid for 'shaken up.' And dusting her shirt off.

Reapers were not allowed to kill. It was probably against the rules.

If she told herself that enough, she wouldn't try to brain him with one of the rocks.

Reapers were not allowed to kill. It was probably against the rules.

Edited 2010-09-14 20:16 (UTC)

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The Mathematics of Quantum Neutrino Fields; Tuesday, Period 4 [ 09/14 ].

Sign In -- M.o.Q.N.F., 09/14.

Listen to the Lecture -- M.o.Q.N.F., 09/14.

The Treacherous Decent -- M.o.Q.N.F., 09/14.

And then...! -- M.o.Q.N.F., 09/14.

The Belly of the Beast -- M.o.Q.N.F., 09/14.

Explore the Neutrino Dector -- M.o.Q.N.F., 09/14.

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