fandomhigh | Constant Vigilance 2, Session 1. Friday Sept 8th, Period 4

For anyone who took the summer session of Constant Vigilance, the classroom was very, very familiar. The large teacher's desk, complete with cobbled together holo-project sat at the front of the room, and it was now even larger and more glowy in bits. The student chair-desks were in a half circle, the open end facing the front of the room.

The Doctor, in his casual slacks, jumper, and leather jacket, stood in front of the desk, tossing a metallic ball up and down in his hand. After everyone signs in and gets situated, the Doctor slams to metallic ball down onto his desk with a rather loud crack.

"Now that I've got all your attentions, please allow me to introduce myself. While I could go for the pop culture reference and say I'm a man of wealth and taste, I myself will only... mention it in passing as to make the reference but make it seem like I'm not trying to. Right." He coughed. "I'm your teacher for this class, Constant Vigilance. As this is the second session of it, I labelled it with that number, two, and the subheading of 'Electric Boogaloo', mainly in reference to the infamous breakdancing film. But this class, however, is not about dancing or boogaloos of any sort. It's about the wide universe, and it's about the things that dwell in it."

He smiled and picked up the metallic ball he'd slammed on his desk. "The first rule of the universe is that you should never take things at face value. Is this some strange alien sports ball, or is it--" he peeled off the metallic skin, the tin foil in fact, to reveal that it is, in fact, a chocolate orange. As it blossoms out into the individual pieces, he starts the orange being passed around the half-circle. "Everyone gets a single piece," he said.

"Of course, the same applies to aliens. Just because it has fangs dripping with venom doesn't mean it plans to bite you, and just because its saying 'We come in peace' doesn't mean it doesn't have a death ray hidden behind its back. The key, of course, is knowing when things are what they are, and when they are not."

"And on this front, we're going to have a little getting to know each other activity. I'm sure some of you have done this before, and that will only make it more interesting. We'll be going around the room, and everyone will be saying their name, where they're from, and then three things about themself."

He raised a finger. "The catch is, of course, that two of the things are the truth. One of them is a lie. We'll all be guessing as to which the lie is, of course. And I'll even start things off--"

After the activity, the Doctor clapped and rubbed his hands together. "That's actually all I have for today, me. But I do have a ~~totally handwavable~~ assignment for you all. First Contact, we'll call it. Go out, find someone you've never talked to. Maybe you've seen them around, but you don't even know their name. Go up. Introduce yourself. Ask if they'll join you in a game of tiddlywinks or something. The idea is to get to know them. Maybe make a new friend, even. Just go out, and make contact. It's a good exercise, I think. And if you could write up a short description of the experience ~~or again, handwaveyness~~ to turn in next week, that'd be fantastic."

He smiled. "That's it, then. If anyone wants to stay after to ask a question of me, that's great. And please remember that Mister Harkness is my TA, so he's practically an extension of me, for practicality's sake. I'm sure you'll find him friendly and accomodating. You're all free to go, now. Toodle-loo and all that."

[ooc: ~~Wait for OCD, please.~~ ETA: Up and ready!]

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Pippi listens to the Doctor and teeters her pencil between her fingers.

Jack laid his hands flat on his desk, checking out his red and gold painted fingernails, and tried to look suitably TA like. Since he actually had no idea what a TA was supposed to do, it looked pretty much like his regular easy grin.

Cameron raised an eyebrow. "Extension, huh?"

"What can I say, I'm just specual." Jack lifted an eyebrow of his own, but he was still grinning. "How are you doing, Cam?"

"Uh huh," he rolled his eyes and shrugged. "It's been a weird couple of weeks, but I'm fine. You?"

"You don't think I'm special?" Jack asked, faking a sad look. "With you on the weird, and I'm good. Not 'I have my own swoop bike' good, but I can't complain."

Cameron smirked. "I take it Sam told you? I painted it the other day so it's ready to go for its first official ride this weekend."

"Yup. And it sounds amazing," Jack said, looking impressed behind his grin. "What's someone got to do to get a ride on it?"

"Maybe you can get Sam to give you a reference?" Cameron suggested.

It was Jack's turn to smirk. "Sam would give me excellent references. I'm not sure they'd be quite what you were looking for in a swoop bike passenger."

Cameron cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably. "No, I guess not."

Jack eyed him carefully, then toned down the smirk. "She's planning to fix up her Harley using the swoop bike specs, so I can get a ride from her."

"Why am I not surprised?" Cameron shook his head. "Well, I trust Sam with it and I'm sure she'll want to go on a ride for it too so..." Why was he being nice to Harkness?

"Because she's Sam," Jack's explained, looking surprised at the offer. He was making an effort because Cameron was Sam's friend; he didn'tknow what Cam's motivation was. "That would be very decent of you."

Cameron shrugged, deciding not to think what was behind the remark. "I'm sure she'll probably succeed too."

"She will." Jack's smile was a touch on the proud side. "There's not much she can't do."

Apparently Sam was a safe topic. "I tried talking her into teaching, but she didn't seem interested."

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Five minutes in to the class, Carmela decides the Doctor is her favourite teacher *ever*.

"Does it count as a first contact if we already did it?" Door asks, sitting down next to her with a small smile. She twitches at her jumper sleeve, noting that after three or four handwashings, the bloodstains have faded, but are still noticeably there. Still, it's cool in the classroom ~~*temperature-mods omg*~~ so she leaves it on.

"Absolutely," Carmela nods. "Even though we didn't know it was an assignment at the time."

She then frowns thoughtfully at the other girl. "You've been wearing that since you got here, haven't you?" she asks quietly.

"It's all I've got," Door admits. "Principal Washburn told me I've some sort of account for buying things I need, and Seely offered to take me shopping, but we've not had time yet."

"Shopping?" Carmela's eyes light up. "Yes, absolutely. We should go shopping!" Okay, she's kind of just invited herself along there, but *shopping*! "You doing anything tonight? We could go then."

"I'm not doing anything, no. I'll have to check with Seely, but it sounds like a good time."

Phoebe was taking notes on everything he said ~~mostly because her mun's connection to the internet wouldn't let her find this post all bloody day.~~