Shop Class: [1/9]

[manofthemullet.livejournal.com]

As the students enter into the Danger Room Shop, they'll see that it has been transformed into a scrapyard, filled with various mechanical machines, scrap metal etc.

A section of the Junkyard has been put aside for the typical tools you would find in a metal/wood shop.

"Morning Kids. Before we do anything else, we will go over The Rules of the Danger Shop."

After the rules have been gone over, Mac then does Roll Call to make sure everyone is there. Then Mac walks everyone through the safety percautions and techniques to use any of the shop tools.

When that is complete, Mac rolls out a cart that has ground coffee and various types of coffee filters.

Today we are going to build a coffee machine.

To do this you must:
1. Fashion a container and device to boil water
2. Fashion a device to filter water through the coffee grounds
3. Fashion a device to receive the coffee

Notes: There are no Coffee Brewers or Percolators in the Junk Yard. I know. I fixed them. If you find a device that will heat the coffee (hotplate etc), chances are it is broken and you must take the time to fix it. Shop equipment cannot be used as functioning part of the coffee maker. Only to build it.

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Assignment: [1/9]

[manofthemullet.livejournal.com]

Build your machine here

Re: Assignment: [1/9]

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander raises his hand, confused. Not by the assignment, though he knows ferfarkall about building a coffee machine. That he'll figure out, but this...

"Er, sir? Why on earth would we make fun of your hair?"

Re: Assignment: [1/9]

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Just like your model cars," he mutters to himself even though it's so not and there's stuff all over the place.

First up, heating element. Fine, right. Maybe there's some gasoline and matches around here somewhere. Open flames might not be good though. So, scratch that idea.

Heading into the scrap pile, John's able to dig out a scrap piece of metal, an old off white siphon, and an old oil pan.

John figures the siphon will be good to filter things and the oil pan can catch the coffee. The heating will be a bit more difficult. No matches to heat the underside. A light bulb used as a heating lamp might do. Finally, John decides on something else. He retrieves another oil pan and fills it with boiling water. Then he covers the oild pan with the scrap piece of metal to heat so the metal heats. Then he siphons the dumps water and coffee grounds into the siphon and holds it over the other oil pan he's using to capture the coffee.

The coffee is a really ugly shade of brown.

Re: Assignment: [1/9]

[ninja-brat.livejournal.com]

Yuffie walked into the class room, grumbling something about "stupid cool sounding 8 am classes." She didn't really wake up untill they got their assignment, which made her eyes widened. How were they supposed to do that?

After thinking for a while (and running through the junkyard) Yuffie came back with a few old halogen desk lamps, a slighty cracked glass jar, a banged up old sauce pan, and one of those sand shifters you get in packs of sand toy stuff.

After tapeing up the jar with duct tape, and rushing back out to the junkyard and stealing batteries from several elcetronic devices untill she had enough to work the halogen lights, and grabbing two cinder blocks for god messure, yuffie got to work. She filled the jar with water and heated it to boiling with the lamps. She then postioned the cinder blocks so she could rest the handles of her shifted on them, put her sauce pan underneath, and filled the shifted with the coffee grounds. She then carefully poured her hot water over the coffee grounds.

The coffee was a dark brown, and smelled sorta plasticy. There may have been lumps.

Re: Assignment: [1/9]

[anole-x.livejournal.com]

“Okay…coffee maker…I can do this…” he muttered, not-so-confidently. He saw that one of his classmates had already started on making a heating device, and was amazed by how…natural building seemed to come to him. Victor hadn’t really taken a shop class before, so he wasn’t sure if he was good at building or not. With a sigh he advanced toward the junk piles. “I guess it’s time to find out…”

The other guy had used a light bulb, so Victor started there. However, most of the bulbs had been broken, and he couldn’t find a decent lamp or anything to put in the ones he did find. How am I gonna heat the water? he wondered aimlessly. Then, suddenly, the answer came to him in a burst of light. Literally. He had walked into a sunbeam coming from one of the somewhat-shaded windows, and had to pause a few minutes to blink the spots out of his eyes. Of course! he thought. I can use the sun to heat the water! If it worked on ants, it’ll probably make coffee...

He looked around some more until he found an old camping flashlight, a small metal rod, and some wire. He removed the lens cap from the flashlight and, using the wire, attached it to the rod, creating a makeshift, slightly bent magnifying glass.

But now that he had that, where would the water go? He didn’t have to look far, though: next to him was a medium-sized pot with two handles on the top and one handle on the bottom. After staring at it a bit, he remembered a special he had watched on some food station about machines used mass production of cakes. When he had come back from a snack break (since watching food somehow always makes people hungry), one of the workers was showing a conveyor belt where a precise amount of powdered sugar was added to the top of each cake. The pot in his hands looked like the one the machine had been using, and Victor absently wondered when the school had needed to mass-produce cakes.

It wasn’t important, though; he had his container. Using more wire, he attached the “heating lens”, as he figured he should call it, to one of the handles of the pot. He tried to angle it so that the sun would hit around the middle of the container, though even when he was satisfied it still looked like the lens was a little off. Now, for the coffee...

He had seen a large, yellow funnel earlier, so he went back to go get it. On his way, though, he tripped over something and went head-first into a cabinet. “Ow!” he cried, and tried to stand up to rub his carapace, but realized he couldn’t move his head. Confused, he tugged and pulled, and twisted, then moaned for help.

[ooc: one of his head-horns is kinda sorta lodged into the metal. Anyone wanna help? *is embarrassed*]

Re: Assignment: [1/9]

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam hunted around the scrapyard and returned with a large glass beaker, a battered metal pot, a fine grade metal sieve, a small metal stand, a piece of flint and one of shale, and about thirty-six mostly used cans of Sterno.

She scraped the Sterno remains into one of the cans, then used the rocks to strike a spark to light the sterno. Once that had been accomplished (it took at least five minutes to get a good spark going), she slid the can under the small metal stand. She put the beaker of water over the flame until it boiled.

While she was waiting for the water to boil, she placed the sieve in the pot, then laid the filter into the sieve and scooped the coffee grounds into the filter.

She poured the boiling water over the grounds and waited for it to drip through. It took a while, but looked mostly drinkable.

Re: Assignment: [1/9]

[sheltered-texan.livejournal.com]

Fred contemplated the coffee pot idea... she walked over the junk pile and rumaging around she found some wiring and several nine volt batteries.

Step One:Using a sodering iron and wire cutters she snips the wires and attaches some battery clamps onto a metal plate she pulled out of an old microwave. Sodering the wires to the claps she attaches the other end of the wires to the nine volt batteries in order for the batteries to run through the wires and heat the metal plate. Setting her metal plate/heating element to the side Fred goes back to the junkpile to search for a container to boil water in. Finding a broken tea kettle Fred welded the top of it off to make a bowl of sorts to hold the water to boil it on the metal plate.


Step Two: Digging through the pile again Fred finds a fine mesh screen, possibly used in an old screen door or window. "Ok so I can use this to filter the water through and make the coffee, Just pour the hot water over the coffee beans, use the screen as a sort of sifter." Very happy with such a wonderful find, Fred uses the wire cutters to layer the screen three layers thick in opposing directions to get the most out of the filter. The beauty of the mesh Fred had found is it was very flexible and did not require sodering or welding to adjust it to fit Step Three.

Step Three: With some plastic tubing and a funnel, Fred fashioned the mesh into a narrow point to insert into the funnel, run down the tube and into a chipped coffee mug.

Grinning Fred was a bit nervous to drink the coffee but still she thought her first coffee pot was a success.

Re: Assignment: [1/9] (actual assignment, non-hair-related)

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander poked around the junk yard, feeling kind of grateful that it wasn't nearly as bad as some of the actual junkyards he'd had to help search through back home -- this one didn't have any demons hiding in it that he could tell, or more importantly at the moment, decaying food. It mostly smelled like metal, oil, and maybe a little rust.

He dug out a toaster -- thankfully non-talking -- from a pile of dented appliances, but shook his head; somehow he suspected that wouldn't get hot enough to boil water. The waffle iron, though... He pulled that out and tried plugging it in. Nada. Power light didn't come on. The cord was a bit cracked and he could see bare wire in a couple spots, which might be the problem - it was also detachable, though, so he pulled it out and looked for something that might match.

He found one, on a bent and clearly pining-for-the-fjords curling iron, so he switched out the cords, and whaddya know, power. And heat, he could tell after a few minutes and possibly a small, manly 'yipe!' The thing wouldn't heat unless it was closed, though - stupid rassenfrassen designers with their 'safety' issues. Xander opened it, studied the structure, and eventually noticed a small lever that was pressed in when the iron was closed, but wasn't part of the locking mechanism. A paperclip later, and it was shoved down even with the iron open, which left him with a functional, if kind of bumpy, heating surface.

So he needed something he could boil water in, now. That would balance on a waffle iron. Somehow he didn't think he was gonna find a convenient battered saucepan around here... but there was a smallish and relatively unrusty sports-car hubcap nearby, that looked like it would hold water. He set it on the burner and poured some in. Eh, leaked a little, but you could still get a cup of coffee out of it.

While the water heated, he looked around for said cup, or at least a potlike thing. Something a non-suicidal human would be willing to drink out of - though what non-suicidal human would want to drink this coffee, Xander wasn't sure. He settled for a glass globe with one flat end that looked like it was probably meant to be a light fixture cover, and used some cold water to wash the dust off.

The water was boiling, maybe a bit sullenly and hissily, and he had a pot, coffee grounds, a filter... Xander blinked. Something was missing. He tried setting the filter into the mouth of the globe, and watched as it slid right in and fell to the bottom. And that was without trying to pour water through it.

Xander looked for something that could hold the filter, but let the water pour through to the pot, and found... pretty much nothing. He glanced with envy at Crichton's siphon BUT DID NOT STARE AT CRICHTON, then, shrugging, went for the one thing he always had around that was useful for putting stuff in - his clothes.

He took off his outer shirt, leaving himself in an orange tee that might have looked like it had flowers on it, but they were fireworks dammit, and made a sling of it, laying the filter in the bottom, coffee grounds inside, sleeves for a handle. He held it over his light-globe and -- the edge of one sleeve wrapped around his fingers after another completely manly yipe - poured the water out of the hot hubcap, through the filter and the shirt.

The liquid in the globe was... well, it was brown, He'd say that for it. And so was his shirt - mostly - so it wasn't like a bit of coffee stain was gonna make it much worse.

Re: Assignment: [1/9]

[death-n-binky.livejournal.com]

*DEATH arrives to shop class, still wearing his color condom robes from yesterday. After pausing briefly to assess the problem. Playing with a bright purple condom, he quickly comes upon an idea.

After a few minutes of scrounging around, however, he pauses. Remembering mortal concepts of hygenics.*

Re: Assignment: [1/9]

[ex-izziebell894.livejournal.com]

After being shown to her classroom, Izzie looks carefully over the rules. She breathes a sigh of relief, so far so good. The rules don't look all that difficult too follow, although she's not quite sure why she would make fun of her teacher's hair. In fact this teacher reminds her a lot of her uncle Chris.

The first assingment doesn't seem too bad either. Make a coffee maker. She giggles at the redundancy of that statement. She begins to carefully sketch out a simple design she thinks will work with the things she assumes she'll be able to find in the Junk Pile.

After rummaging through the Junk Pile, Izzie finds a hotplate, albeit a very battered probably non-working hotplate, but a hotplate all the same. She also finds a small glass jar. Going back to her work area, Izzie begins to fix the hotplate. Sadly, fixing hotplates is one of the only things her father taught her before leaving home. The two hotplates they'd had in their trailer broke on a weekly basis, and as Izzie's parents never could seem to find the money to fix the stove, those hotplates cooked an awful lot of meals.

Thankfully the hotplate from the Junk Pile needed only minor adjustments, although it still looked like it had been beaten with a sledgehammer. As Izzie made her last adjustment, she plugged it in and watched the exposed coils glow a brilliant red. Izzie fills the glass jar with water and plunks it on the hotplate.

Realizing she is only half way through the assignment, she turns the hotplate off and hurries back to the Junk Pile. There she finds another glass jar. Said jar is in dire need of washing so Izzie hurries to the sink and quickly scrubs the grim off the glass. Returning to her hotplate, Izzie sets the water in the original glass jar boiling.

Needing a filter, she pulls a piece of looseleaf notebook paper out of her backpack and makes a cone. Filling the cone with coffee grounds, she uses a pair of tongs she found lying on a table and pours the water through the cone, letting the rather tepid looking brown liquid leak into the second glass jar.

When the liquid is finished dripping into the jar, Izzie looks over her assignment with satisfaction. Now she just hopes that the teacher won't make her drink it. She's not big on coffee in general, but certainly not her own in particular.

Re: Assignment: [1/9]

[02maxwell.livejournal.com]

Duo bounds in, completely out of breath and his braid flying wildly behind him.

"Sir?" He gasps. "Sorry...I'm...late." He takes a few breaths and grins at the assignment. "Can I make the coffee maker talk?"

Re: Assignment: [1/9]

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia blinks for a moment at the assignment, temporarily panicked at the thought of not being able to do it.

Then she remembers how they used to heat up chili when she was living on the streets of Buenos Aires and sets off.

She comes back with a stack of old newspapers, stuffing from an old couch, a half-broken kitchen cabinet, a metal hubcap, a pasta strainer (also metal), a cracked fishbowl, an empty can of beans, a bungee chord, a small length of yellow plastic twine, an ornamental glass lamp cover, an inflatable hemorrhoids pillow, a lot of crumpled tin foil, and a short length of 1" diameter pvc piping. She grabs a tube of superglue and sets to work.

First she glues the cracks in the fishbowl to seal them. Then she breaks apart the kitchen cabinet into four long pieces and a pile of splinters and shorter pieces. She takes three of the long pieces, the superglue, and the bungee chord and sets up a tripod on top of the hubcap. She puts the fishbowl in the strainer and hangs the strainer from the top of the tripod, so the bottom is several inches from the hubcap. She punches a hole in the bottom of the can of beans, rests the lamp cover on the inflated pillow, the can on top of the lamp cover, and balances one end of the pvc pipe on the edge of the can of beans. She uses the fourth long piece of the kitchen cabinet to prop the other end of the pipe next to the lip of the fishbowl, and shapes the tin foil into a funnel. She quickly tests this by using the handle of the strainer to tip the fishbowl into position; it should pour easily into the pipe, then filter through the can into the lamp cover.

Satisfied with this construction, she puts a filter and some coffee beans into the can of beans, puts the newspaper and couch stuffing down for kindling, and arranges the splinters and bits from the cabinet on top of the hubcap, pulls out a lighter, and starts a fire.

She sits back and waits for the water to boil.

Hell, she could do with a cup of coffee, anyway.

Re: Assignment: [1/9]

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

Ivanova considers the challenge. Luckily she had bought her own coffeemaker so was fully caffeinated for the class.

The heating element would be easy. A drifter Down Below had shown her how once. She located an empty paint can and made three holes in the top and bottom, on opposite sides of the can. A single piece of newspaper should be enough to make it hot enough to boil water. After much poking about, she found an old cheesegrater. After prying it apart, she layered the different sides on top of each other to make a servicable seive. She carefully duct taped them together for good measure. Some further scavenging turned up an empty jugs, of the extralarge type used for juice or bleach. After carefully rinsing it out, she cut it in half and duct taped her cheesegrater seive over it, so that the mouth of the jug would serve as a funnel. A cracked mug, newly patched with a bit of transfer china and some more duct tape, would catch the coffee. Now she just needed to find something to boil the water in. Another jug wouldn't work. It would probably melt before the water got hot enough. Mmmm, PCPs.

Oooh, shiny. Another paint can. Perfect. The whole system was propped up by bits of wood or metal rods so that the paint can full of water, atop the hobo stove, could at a certain point be pulled by a string through a track made of two more sticks into the jug and through the filter, finally arriving in the mug. It took a few cinderblocks to get the proper downhill affect, but it looked alright. She took a piece of newspaper, carefully poking it under her hobo stove, and scooped some coffee into her filter. In a surprisingly short amount of time, it was boiling cheerfully. She pulled the string and watched as the paint can slowly, slowly, slowly tipped, bumping along its track, sloshing water everywhere. The jug hissed a bit, and seemed to crumple a little at the top when the hot water hit it. The coffee, however, seemed to be okay.

She still wouldn't want to drink it.

Re: Assignment: [1/9]

[pyramid-is-life.livejournal.com]

Kara walks into Shop yawning. Gods, why did it have to be so early? She gives a tired nod to John and listens to the assignment.

"Build a coffee maker?" Kara mutters to herself as she wanders over to the scrap heap and begins to look around. Picking up some bits of wire, a piece of wood, a dirty glass beaker and a funnel, she takes it back to her workbench.

She holds the funnel against the wood and wraps the wire around it to hold it on. Standing it upright, she places the glass jar underneath. However, something was missing. A way to heat the water. Not that she planed on drinking coffee made from this.

Kara bites her lip and returns to the scrap heap, digging around in it until she finds an old kettle. Pouring water into the kettle, she waits for it to boil. Looking at her funnel, she decides she's going to need some type of filter. Pulling off a sock, she slips it on to the bottom, wrapping wire around to hold it on. She never liked that sock anyway.

Filling the funnel with coffee grinds, she pours the boiling water into the funnel and watches as it slowly trickles through her sock in drips.

She is kind of impressed.

Re: Assignment: [1/9]

[iwasawesome.livejournal.com]

Lilly's expression can be best described as, "Oh hell no."

She looks rather disgusted, but finds a hose, which she figures she'll need for the water, a stack of rusty thin mesh screens, a plastic cup featuring the 1992 Dream Team, and some random pieces of scrap metal.

"Ummmm, we can't just go to the Perk?"

Everyone else seems to totally ignore her, so she decides to go with what she knows.

Locating a crimping iron, she smiles and ties together the few broken wires on it to get it going. Fire hazard, sure, but whatever. She takes a couple metal plates and attaches them, putting small tin basin on top.

She plugs it in and starts to heat up water, and then when it is boiling, picks it up by the handle, and throws coffee beans over the layered screens, pouring the water slowly over them into the Dream Team cup, as Karl Malone scowls at her odious beverage.

"It doesn't have to be really drinkable, right?"

Re: Assignment: [1/9]

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

Kawalsky was a little weirded out about this guy who was definitely not his pal Jack O'Neill, but looked exactly like him.

"Coffee maker," Kawalsky talked to himself. It was easier when he talked stuff through. "Container and device to boil water, filter, something to receive the coffee. Right." He stared at the scrapyard for a while and then started to wander around, collecting things. He returned with three open tin cans (two smaller, one large), a thin wire mesh colander, a piece of flint, a very oily looking rod about the length of his hand, a piece of scrap metal and some stuffing from a car seat.

Kawalsky set the smaller can down on the ground and put some of the stuffing in it. He wiped the top half of the rod clean with his shirt and then settled in, oily end down, in the can. He grabbed some note paper from his bag, scrunched it up into a long cylinder shape and set it aside. He got the bigger can and poured the water into it. He put the coffee grounds into the thin wire mesh colander and set it aside.

Setting aside an area away from everything else, he started a small fire with the metal, flint and the rest of the seat stuffing. He used the notebook paper to transfer the fire to the larger can. He put out the open fire for safety reasons. The oil and stuffing inside the can kept the fire going in a controlled environment. Kawalsky put the can full of water on top and waited for it to boil.

Once it was boiled, Charlie set up the remaining tin can and put the colander with coffee grounds over it. He pulled off his sweatshirt and wrapped it around one hand so he could pick up the boiling water. He poured the water into the colander. It filtered through into the final can.

Re: Assignment: [1/9]

[stykera]

Stark has never made coffee, let alone a coffee maker, so he stares at the piles of junk for a long moment before getting an idea.

After a lot of rummaging through the junkyard, he has a pile of things in front of him and he's muttering at them as he attempts to fashion something that will hopefully resemble a coffee maker.

The filtering part is easy enough. Some rubber tubing, with duct tape to cover the cracks, attached to the end of a funnel that he covered with a piece a speaker grill. He puts a filter on top of the grill and puts it aside and moves on to something to catch the coffee in. He tossed aside a few small glass jars with too many cracks in them before settling on an old insulated thermos, minus the insulation. Setting the funnel on top of the remains of a pole lamp, he set the end of the rubber tubing inside the thermos.

After some more digging in the piles of the junk he finds a mangled metal watering can with the spout broken off halfway. It has a handle and is therefore perfect for heating the water in. How to provide the heat was another problem entirely. Finally he came across a very old stereo amplifier that after some soldering and rewiring and more than few muffled "frell!"s generated a lot of heat once turned on. It probably wouldn't be able to power a stereo anymore, and he didn't even know that that was what it was for, but it got very warm once he managed to get it functioning.

Setting his watering can full of water on top of the amplifier, which he was desperately hoping would not start smoking again, he waited for the water to boil. Eventually he decided that it was as close to boiling as it was going to get and poured the water into the funnel and let it drip into the thermos. There may have been a few bits of decaying rubber floating in the coffee, but it was at least vaguely coffee-like. Or so he hoped.

Open Shop/Office Hours: [1/9]

[manofthemullet.livejournal.com]

Shop is available to all students during the day after lunch.

Mac will hold his office hours between 12pm-4pm during these times.

OOC:

[manofthemullet.livejournal.com]

Questions? Comments? Concerns?

Re: OOC:

[anole-x.livejournal.com]

[ooc: okay I need help because I don't know what to do. Does Vic just say "Present" at the roll call thread? Also, how does this thing work, because I don't Victor doesn't really have any expertise with this stuff.]

[reposted because i forgot to preview before posting]

Re: OOC:

[soldtoarmenians]

[How did I miss that my roommate's clone was in this class? Oh fuuuuuuuuun! Whee!]

Re: OOC:

[anole-x.livejournal.com]

[ooc: I have another question. Is there a break room of sorts in the shop? Like, where the teacher would have his own coffee pot? (Don't worry, I don't plan on using anything dealing with an actual coffee maker for my invention) Also, is there a bathroom in the shop? Thanks a lot!]

Re: Assignment: [1/9]

[death-n-binky.livejournal.com]

Pssst... what the heck is a Junk Yark? *g*

Re: OOC:

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

*smacks forehead* We didn't have to make a filter, did we? My poor, first-day-of-classes-fried brain.

[manofthemullet.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Could you move this to the Assignment thread? It's how I take attendance.]