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Constant Vigilance #7: Friday the 25th, Morning. A Classroom.
The Doctor rubbed his hands together happily from the chair of his desk. The classroom was a circle of chairs, as always, and there was something special next to the projector today.
A very large chocolate frosted chocolate cake with chocolate chips, fresh from Jeff, God of Biscuits. There was a stack of paper plates next to the cake, along with napkins and plastic forks.
"Thank you all for making this first class of mine absolutely fantastic," he said. "Help yourself to some cake, and once we all get situated, we'll have something special for the day."
Once everyone has helped themselves to the cake and gotten seated, the Doctor stood and switched on the projecter. The imaged projected was of a fellow in a tan uniform with a beret and a stylish moustache.
"That is my dear friend Brigadier Alistair Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart. Or, at least, how he looked approxamitely thirty years ago. He's the head of an organization you may or may not have heard of. The United Nations Intelligence Taskforce, or UNIT for short. I have no idea what their public relations team pretends that UNIT actually does, but I'll state it in plain English. Whenever the world encounters something extraordinary, UNIT is there. Silurians discovered underneath a nuclear power station, Yeti in the London underground, Morgaine attempting to hijack a nuclear missile with the help of a demonic being called the Destroyer, they're always there. Just this past week, Terileptils were attempting to steal artifacts from the Smithsonian, and UNIT was there again, as well as my dear friend, and eventually myself as well. Now, I could go on about UNIT for a good long while, as I was once their scientific advisor while I was exiled to Earth. But I won't bore you with a lot of old stories at this time. Instead, I have something very special indeed. Even more special than the cake."
The Doctor fiddled with a knob on the projecter, and the image of the Brigadier faded away. "Today's activity is merely wrapping up what we've already covered. I want everyone to say one thing they've learned, one thing they'd like to learn more about, and one fact about another member of the class that they discovered thanks to this class. Sounds easy, right? Well, after that, I'd like everyone to come up with an answer to the following question: What is my purpose?"
He didn't even skip a beat. "Simple question, really. What is it that drives you? You're all very smart young adults. I'm sure you know exactly what your ambitions stem from. If not, make something plausible up, please. And as always, feel free to ask me any questions you like, especially given my absence last week. Everything clear? Fantastic."
[ooc:Wait for the OCD, please. ETA: Ready to go!]
A very large chocolate frosted chocolate cake with chocolate chips, fresh from Jeff, God of Biscuits. There was a stack of paper plates next to the cake, along with napkins and plastic forks.
"Thank you all for making this first class of mine absolutely fantastic," he said. "Help yourself to some cake, and once we all get situated, we'll have something special for the day."
Once everyone has helped themselves to the cake and gotten seated, the Doctor stood and switched on the projecter. The imaged projected was of a fellow in a tan uniform with a beret and a stylish moustache.
"That is my dear friend Brigadier Alistair Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart. Or, at least, how he looked approxamitely thirty years ago. He's the head of an organization you may or may not have heard of. The United Nations Intelligence Taskforce, or UNIT for short. I have no idea what their public relations team pretends that UNIT actually does, but I'll state it in plain English. Whenever the world encounters something extraordinary, UNIT is there. Silurians discovered underneath a nuclear power station, Yeti in the London underground, Morgaine attempting to hijack a nuclear missile with the help of a demonic being called the Destroyer, they're always there. Just this past week, Terileptils were attempting to steal artifacts from the Smithsonian, and UNIT was there again, as well as my dear friend, and eventually myself as well. Now, I could go on about UNIT for a good long while, as I was once their scientific advisor while I was exiled to Earth. But I won't bore you with a lot of old stories at this time. Instead, I have something very special indeed. Even more special than the cake."
The Doctor fiddled with a knob on the projecter, and the image of the Brigadier faded away. "Today's activity is merely wrapping up what we've already covered. I want everyone to say one thing they've learned, one thing they'd like to learn more about, and one fact about another member of the class that they discovered thanks to this class. Sounds easy, right? Well, after that, I'd like everyone to come up with an answer to the following question: What is my purpose?"
He didn't even skip a beat. "Simple question, really. What is it that drives you? You're all very smart young adults. I'm sure you know exactly what your ambitions stem from. If not, make something plausible up, please. And as always, feel free to ask me any questions you like, especially given my absence last week. Everything clear? Fantastic."
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