Shop Class: [3/13]

[manofthemullet.livejournal.com]

As the student enter into the classroom they'll see that it looks like a normal shop room, except for what appears to be some strangely decorated tools

Mac is sitting on the edge of his desk with a small grin on his face. "Since you guys should all be refreshed from your week off of classes, today I thought I'd give you the biggest challenge ever. Today you will build... a spice rack. When using the tools Ms. Gilmore-Danes made for us, please make sure you take the hat off the hammer first. It's only there to keep it warm. Apparently."

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[nadiathesaint]

After spending much of the day before pretending to be a lobster, Nadia is still in a pretty silly mood.

The decorated tools? Set her off like nobody's business. Because hammers wearing hats are just WAY too cute for words.

It takes her some time before she can stop giggling long enough to actually get started on this "spice rack" project.

[manofthemullet.livejournal.com]

"Something you find terribly amusing Nadia?" Mac asked.

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia had very nearly regained her cool.

But Mac saying 'terribly amusing' made her lose it again.

[manofthemullet.livejournal.com]

Mac began to wonder if his mullet had suddenly grew back in.

[nadiathesaint]

Using all of her powers of concentration and imagining the stupidest, least funny thing she could think of, Nadia managed to stop giggling (though the amused smirk was possibly going to be a permanent addition to her expression). "Spice rack! Getting to work!" she called, and in an effort to keep from bursting into giggles all over again, pulled out her leatherman rather than using the glittery tools.

By the end of class she had a spice rack . . . of sorts . . . that probably more closely resembled a cup of spicey maracas.

She totally didn't pick up two of the spicey maracas and do a little dance with them, though. That would just have been silly.

[soldtoarmenians]

Since Xander's actually done this once already, when they did the 'make something useful for another student' class, he's pretty confident in his spice-rack-building abilities.

Of course possibly jumping from a 4-slot wire rack to a spinny wooden carousel that holds 48 jars is... a bit ambitious? But that's what he's trying for, at least. Not that he knows anyone who cooks enough to need 48 jars worth of spices.

He studies his hat-clad hammer for a second, snickering, before smacking himself in the forehead - with his hand, not the hammer. Duh. "Oops, forgot something - be right back."

A quick trip to the dorms and back later, there's a bag from a British novelty shop lying next to Xander's backpack. Just in case someone whose name rhymes with Yon Titan ever shows up to class...

Xander considers the hatted hammer again. "You know, cute? But I think it might need antennae to really complete the image." He hunts down some pipe cleaners and attaches them jauntily to the hat.

[manofthemullet.livejournal.com]

"Nice touch Harris," Mac says admiring the antennae clad hammer.

[nadiathesaint]

The antennaed hammer, of course, sets Nadia off again.

So she makes an angry lobster noise at Xander for interrupting her work.

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander bites his lip to keep from laughing, and shakes the antennaed hammer in her direction. He doesn't try for the lobster noise.

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia snickers, and shakes a spicey maraca back at him. And makes a confused lobster noise.

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander tilts his head and tries for any kind of lobster noise whatsoever, but sadly all that comes out is "Um. Ribbit?"

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

Yon Titan John's here and he's wandering over to Xander.

"You could be a Spice Rack Maker Person as a career, Xander."

[soldtoarmenians]

"Ya think?" Xander eyes it critically, especially the lopsided bottom row ow holes. "I dunno. I think I'm missing something about this whole 'measure once, cut twice' deal."

He reaches over to the plastic bag, and tosses it to John. "Found something for you while we were in England. Seemed like the kind of thing you might get a kick out of wearing. Possibly in some class or other."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Present," John says gleefully, opening the bag. "Oooh, this would be perfect for Skeeter's class tomorrow. Think she'd let me arrest her?"

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander glances doubtfully at him. "Well... she might let you try." Especially considering you'll never guess who gave me the idea for the present OMG. "I don't think you'd get as far as the handcuffs. Which I didn't buy anyway, because that would be kinda weird they looked kinda fakey, like they wouldn't really hold anybody."

He looks a little sheepishly at the now-empty bag. "I thought about buying something for Aeryn too, like a souvenir and welcome back present combined? But I don't know anything she likes except guns, which I didn't think they'd let me carry on the bus somehow, and you. And she's already got one of those."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John comes into his class, yawning and looking slightly disheveled. The spice rack immediately perplexes him. The tools make him think of meadows and potpourri and Martha Stewart.

He stares at them. They stare back. His spice rack making abilities suck. So, when he nails four pieces of wood to one flat piece of wood to form something of a box, he starts to think the tools are mocking him or something. He discards that and just stares at the tools some more.

They're almost hypnotic with their glitter and prettiness. He listens to him and starts working. Finally, after some time, he finishes his spice rack. (http://www.mini-house.com/fred46.jpg)

[nadiathesaint]

John's little spice people amuse Nadia greatly.

But then, the mood she's in, linolium probably amuses her greatly.

Hee. "Linolium." Dirty!

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"I've named them," John says. "Rodney, Nico, Xander Jr, Herbert, Albert, and Baron Von Rooster." He points to each little spice person. "Linoleum? Are you okay there, Nadia?"

[nadiathesaint]

"I'm fine," Nadia answered in a sing-songy voice that went well with the spicey maraca dance she totally wasn't doing. If she wasn't careful, people would start to think she was on drugs.

Ooo, drugs.

"They're very nice spice people."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John frowns but can't help the smile that breaks free.

"Are the spice people talking to you?"

[02maxwell.livejournal.com]

Duo stares in semi-horror at the tools which are...wearing...things...and...glitter. There is also an unnatural amount of pink present that reminds him a bit too much of a specific Queen of Earth's limousine and he shudders. He then produces something that looks like a spice rack since he has a vague idea what they look like. It's a least something that will hold small containers of spices.

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

Ivanova was more than a little later for class and had the general appearance of having gotten dressed in a hurry. Probably on her way to class. Her cheeks were flushed and she was . . . glowing would be appropriate here. But not in the 'I'm going to ascend' sort of glowy, because that would be overdoing it.

She considered the challenge with a raised eyebrow. "A spice rack, hmm?"

Now here was something she could do. The end product was actually a fairly nice little rack. She considered doing some decorative scrollwork.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam eyed the tools with a bit of suspicion. "Hammers shouldn't be clothed. In fact, I'm going to say that hammers should be nudists and confident in their appearance. Form follows function, after all."

She took some pieces of wood and began building a spice rack, but she was a bit preoccupied and ended up putting one of the sets of door hinges on backwards, so it opened more like a locker than a cabinet. Oops.

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

Kawalsky showed up and silently made his spice rack. The only hint that he'd been up to anything nefarious over the weekend was the band-aid on his head and the fact that, when he was moving, he was moving very carefully and stiffly.

[stykera]

After eyeing the bizarrely outfitted tools warily for a few minutes, Stark set to working on a slightly crooked spice rack. A spice rack that seemed to have stolen half the glitter off the tools when he wasn't looking.

He was careful to replace all of the decorations on the tools when he was done. He did not, however, give in to the urge to draw a face on the hammer, even if it would have looked perfect with the hat.