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Shop Class

Today the classroom looks like a regular shop class again. Various materials have been pulled out of the storage room and the shop equipment has been set up.

Given how excited the students were about eating the food in the cooler in the last class, Mac has supplied an assortment of baked goods from Jeff the God of Biscuits and coffee.

Whether or not the coffee was made by one of the students previous projects? Mac isn't telling.

"Today's assignment is to build something that will assist one of your fellow students in their day to day life here in fandom."

[OOC Examples: Hair Care product caddy for Angel or Lee; a cricket bat rack for Marty; a frog pen for Xander's pet, etc.]

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Nadia sat for awhile, munching on a croissant and considering her options.

She could make a helmet for Walter for when he went to his tutor, but she knew he wouldn't wear it. Maybe something for Old Man or Mr. Neilson? She shook her head. She didn't know anything about horses or monkeys, so had no idea what they might find useful. She wouldn't even know where to begin making something for Broots, and frankly, she wasn't sure she knew anyone at the school well enough to make something specific for them.

She looked around the shop for inspiration, then grinned. Perfect.

She gathered a small metal funnel, about two feet of flexible plastic tubing, a glass bottle, some superglue, a drill bit the same size as the plastic tubing, two paperclips, and a small plastic bin, finished off her croissant, and set to work.

[tbc]

First, Nadia cut down the metal funnel until it was only about an inch tall.
She looked over her supplies and realized she'd forgotten something. She jumped up, found a rubber cork, and fitted it into the glass bottle. It was a bit too large, so she used a pocket knife to carve it down until it was snug and secure, but removable. Then she used the drill bit to drill two holes through the cork, from top to bottom.

She bent the paperclips into a slightly fancy, twisted handle for the funnel, then used pliers to bend the edge of the funnel down over the paper clips, both to hold the handle in place and to eliminate any danger of cutting oneself on the sharp edge of the cut metal. She slid the funnel into one of the holes on the cork, then slid it in and out using the handle a couple times, before nodding to herself.

She cut the platic tubing into three pieces and threaded the shortest through the bottom of the hole with the funnel. She measured this against the glass bottle, then removed the funnel and secured the tubing in place using superglue. Once that was dry, she put the funnel back and made sure again that it would could be removed and replaced easily. She took a second length of tubing and threaded it through the other hole, this time leaving the majority of the tubing to come out the top, with only a few centimeters peaking out the bottom. She superglued that into place and set the cork to one side.

She drilled a hole in the plastic lid of the bin, and threaded the last piece of tubing through this. Then she superglued the bin to the side of the bottle and put the cork in place.

She spent a few seconds pondering the contraption, then jumped up and took it to the sink. She put about two inches of water into the bottle and replaced the cork, making sure the tubing from the funnel reached well into the water, then filled the plastic bin and replaced the lid. She set the contraption to one side, turned off the water, and leaned over to inspect the faucet.

Then she used a pair of needlenosed pliers to pry out the small metal screen that distributed the water, dried it off on a paper towel, and pressed it into the funnel.

Her work complete, she set it on her table and went for some coffee.

Though impressed by the contraption, Mac is slightly disappointed that there isn't any duct tape being used.

Nadia smiles up at Mack, then tilts her head and looks at her creation.

Now she just needs to find a place to get the stuff to test it out.

Sam, running uncharacteristically late, got into class at the last minute, and grabbed a blueberry muffin and cup of coffee.

With a bit of an evil grin, she set to work.

First, she cut a long length of steel bar using the welding equipment. She then wrapped the bar with many loops of insulated wire and, after looking around, decided to attach the bar to a car battery using a pair of jumper cables.

When it was attached, one of the pairs of pliers on the work bench shot across and attached itself to the steel bar. It released as soon as she disconnected the bar from the battery.

She looked over at Mac, feeling a bit smug. "I made a magnet. For ~~Replicarter~~ Professor Carter. ~~Hopefully it'll erase her data banks.~~"

Mac's eyebrows go up to indicate a slight confusion on the gift. "Uh-huh. I see. She... um... likes magnets, does she?"

"Her hobby, actually." Sam smirked a bit. "Can't get enough of them. Almost an addiction. Especially the really strong ones."

John thinks for a moment before deciding on his project.

He collects five pieces of wood and nails them together so it's now a box with five sides, a bottom and an open top. Finding an engraving pen, he slowly carves "Jaye's Box of Snarktastic Zings" into the wood so that it can be seen. Almost like a suggestion box. Letting that sit, he retrieves several pieces of scrap metal, smooths their edges and then goes starts engraving in them as well.

He engraves insults such as :

He's nothing more than a well meaning baboon.
He may look like an idiot and talk like an idiot but don't let that fool you. He really is an idiot.
His mind is so open - so open that ideas simply pass through it.
Brains aren't everything. In fact in your case they're nothing.
Are you always this stupid or are you making a special effort today.

Along with those, he engraves about thirty other insults, zings, and sarcastic remarks before dumping all the metal engravings into the box.

Done. "Jaye's Box of Snarktastic Zings" was complete.

Duo thinks for a minute about what to make, then he remembers recent events and gets an idea.

He opens up an old can of hairspray and removes the nozzle piece with the valve, then connects it to a cut piece of tubing. He finds another can-like container and messes around welding some metal until the nozzle with the tube can be attached at the top. First, though, he pours some baking soda into the can, and then puts the tube in the can and seals the nozzle to the top. Using one of the the high pressured pumps in the shop's collection of equipment, he pumps in some gas until it pressurizes. Lastly, he tapes a piece of paper on the outside of the can with a smiley face sticking its tongue out drawn next to the words, "For all Your Alchemic Oops-es." He presents it to Mac.

"A fire extinguisher." Duo says with a grin. "For the Elric brothers."

Izzie decides to make a lounge chair for Vala. After last night she could definitely use some down time, and a lounge chair seemed like the perfect gift.

Pulling out a few boards, Izzie got to work with the circular saw. After she'd cut everything to the desired length, she began working on fitting the pieces together. Using a combination of nails, screws, wood glue and duct tape, she managed to create the desired effect complete with an adjustable reclining back.

She sanded her creation, applied a bit of stain to make it look nicer, and stood back to admire her job.

Well, he certainly wasn't going to make a hair-care product caddy for Angel. Which of course no one had mentioned, but it was the first thing that popped into Xander's head for some reason. It might've been a reasonable thing to make when he'd actually been living with Angel, if only to keep that crap out of his way in the shower, but Angel'd been Angelus then, and wouldn't have deserved presents, even the made-in-shop-class kind.

But hey, he did have a roomie now who was totally deserving of presents. And almost had more girly stuff than Angel. And... stuff that wasn't particularly girly, come to think of it. He grinned as he looked around for some strong wire, a bracket - and an empty bottle of some kind, just to test the thing out once he had it made. Something around the size of, say, a Tabasco sauce bottle.

*DEATH, pausing to think for only a moment, begins pulling bits of metal and gears from the assortment of materials. He then examines his own hands and, after deciding that they are too useful to be used in the project, begins creating a set of life-like (and suspicioulsy skeletal hands) out of some wood and wire. Once the joints have been meticulously recreated, he secures all of the fingers in a very stiff posture and begins working on the rest of the project.

When he has finished assembling everything, including a bit of ingenious wiring, he has before him a set of hands attached to a contraption made of wires and gears. When turned on, the hands rotate. He has created, it appears, an Automatic Jazz Hand Machine.*

Fred thought for a moment, she really didn't get out much and talk to people but she thought C.J. was nice so she would make her something.

Walking over to the pile of supplies she looked around. Finding a wooden dowel and several smaller dowels around the same size Fred drilled holes into the largest dowel. Using wood glue she secured the smaller dowels into place and waited for them to dry.

As she waited she found two flat pieces of balsam wood, using a skill saw she made groves into the bottom of the largest wooden dowel and fit the pieces into the groves in order to make the dowel stand up and have a cross at the bottom of balsam wood.

After the glue had dried Fred stained the stand and stood it upright and declared it a Rosary Holder.

Ivanova pondered what to make. Somehow she thought that a tinfoil hat for her roommate wouldn't be appropriate. Or, for that matter, would be a gag or chains. Hmmm, a small glass box. With no airholes. How would she get Lyta in there, though?

No. Bad Ivanova.

She should make something for Blair. He had given her boots. And cookies. She wasn't wearing her boots today, as they were very warm. But she would wear them when she went into town. But she knew very little about Blair. A safety helmet for all that bouncing probably wouldn't go over well. She munches on a croissant while she ponders.

[TBC]

Kawalsky had to think about it for a while. He knew what he wanted to make, but he had to plan it out in his head. He collected the timber he needed and set about making the frame.

It was a rectangular box with no lid, about 10-15 inches deep. He measured it up so it was 55" long and 30" wide. He added an extra layer of timber to the bottom of the box for support.

He set about cutting out 8 holes in a row along each of the long sides of the box. At each of the ends along the shorter sides, Kawalsky added two blocks of wood in either corner that resulted in there being a significantly sized gap in the middle between the blocks. He added a small, thin piece of wood over the top. The goals were made.

He added legs to the table and made sure they were fixed properly so it wouldn't go crashing down.

Kawalsky rummaged through the materials and found several long metal rods that suited his purpose and put them down beside his project.

Unfortunately, he didn't finish in time. He should have known it was too big a project. He stood beside it with his hands on his hips looking at it. "It was meant to be a foosball table, for the second floor common room for everyone to use. It needs some little guys so I can attach them to the rods, and the rods need handles. Plus I need some seals, probably rubber, around those holes so it doesn't clank and pull out so easy. Needs a coat of paint, a ball and some scoring counters too." He shrugged, a little frustrated that he hadn't finished in time.

Happily eating a chocolate chip muffin, Stark thought about what to do. He wasn't sure if he knew any other students well enough to think of something that would help them in their daily lives. This is what comes of being an ~~emo~~ antisocial little Banik.

"What to do what to do"

He could make something for the 2nd floor common room, since it seemed that everyone on the floor who wasn't him spent all their time there. And it had recently been burnt. A lot.

Or he could do something for his roommate. Decisions, decisions.

((Soon as my brain starts working, I'll come up with something to make. Really. Oh creativity, where have you gone?))

Lilly takes a broken lamp, some duct tape, a Nintendo controller, and goes to work.

After going back into the yard for little pieces of scrap metal she needs, and a battery, she comes back with a smile.

"I made Veronica a taser," Lilly smiles, sparking it up. "Sweet, huh?"

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Jeremiah loves you, man.

If his skin tone were a little greener, I'd say that Jeremiah was more Lorne's type, but the love is definitely reciprocated.

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