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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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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.

"Very Nice Izzie! Good job."

Izzie smiles, "Thank you, sir."

Looking over from his contemplation of whether he even wanted to bring his own finished coffee near his nose to smell it, let alone taste it, Xander noticed Izzie and gave a puzzled frown. "Hey, you. I thought you weren't taking Shop because it was too early?"

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Izzie glances over at the boy seemingly talking to her. "Ummm..." she says, smiling politely. "I think you might have me confused with someone else. I'm Izzie."

She pauses, then smiles brighter. "It's very nice to meet you, though."

Xander looks at her with concern. "Er. Isabel - you didn't happen to get bitten by a gremlin recently, did you?"

Izzie stares at the strange boy, perplexed. She hasn't met him before this class, she's sure of that. And gremlins? Someone mentioned something about watching out for gremlins when she arrived, but she was pretty sure none had bitten her recently....well, ever.

Frowning at the boy, Izzie replies,"No gremlin bites here. Who do you think I am any way?"

Xander looked even more perplexed. Maybe they'd assigned him a roommie with multiple personalities?

"Sudden wave of amnesia? You didn't drink the water in the duck pond, did you? Because that stuff can't be good for anyone. God, I'm a horrible roommate - I should've given you the rundown on stuff not to touch around here when you moved in."

Bursting out laughing, Izzie manages to say, "You really have the wrong person because I know for sure that you aren't my roommate."

"Maybe you have amnesia,"she suggests, still giggling.

"Or maybe I've been gremlin-bit," Xander said agreeably. "Except we had this conversation when you moved in, and you insisted you weren't a hallucination." He shook his head, as if trying to make lint fall out of his ears and unclog his brain.

"I'd think this was a Cam-and-John thing, but you are Isabel, right?"

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