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Class was being held on the beach again this week, because neither Aphra nor Isabela were any good at following rules even when they weren't extremely stupid. So beach crime it was.

Judging by the face they were attempt to set a massive pile of driftwood alight using last week's pamphlet as kindling, it was firey beach crime. Which would surely end well. Especially with the cooler of drinks and the stack of pointy sticks next to another cooler of various toastable snacks.

"Beach crime," Aphra shouted triumphantly as the flames took.

"Beach crime party," Isabela added, gesturing to the various coolers. "Invite all your friends."

Enjoy your final, guys.
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Class was back on the actual beach again, where Isabela was looking particularly cheerful.

"The thing about the beach is that you can do almost anything there," she started, only for a hillock of sand to appear and some kind of...was it a ground hog? Or maybe a wombat? Some kind of large burrowing animal to emerge and hand her a sealed pamphlet before vanishing back under the earth.

Aphra leaned over to read the title of the pamphlet. "'Things you cannot not do while having fun on Fandom's beaches'," she read. "According to who?"

Isabela shrugged and broke the seal, the pamphlet immediately unfolding into many more pages than should even have fitted in there in the first place. After several long minutes of perusing the list and exchanging pointed commentary with each other, they finally paid attention tot he class again.

"Apparently the only thing you can do to have fun at the beach is to stand ten foot away and look respectfully at it from a distance," Isabela said finally.

Aphra pointed to a spot on one of the pages. "After you've gotten the beach's informed consent, in writing to look at it."

Isabela nodded very seriously, then shoved the pamphlet down the front of her shirt. "Good thing pirates aren't overly fond of rules. So just have fun on the beach your way."
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Class was back in the danger shop, with a movie projector set up again, however, this time, the screen was set up in front of a wavepool, and instead of beach chairs, there were floaties bobbing in the water.

"It's time for a fun beach movie!" Aphra declared.
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Class was being held in the Danger Shop again. Partially because it was far too hot to go to the actual beach, and partially because Isabela was, well, partial to the neon pink sand. Which had a number of pastel coloured toy buckets set up along it.

"Welcome back," Isabela greeted them, and no, neither she nor Aphra would even acknowledge their absence last week. "Today we'll be tackling a class of the beach. Sand castles!"

"We considered making this a competition for best sandcastle to motivate you," Aphra added. "But we decided that really, you're all winners." Plus otherwise they'd have to judge the merits of everyone's castle, and that would be too much like work.
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Class was in the Danger Shop rather than on the beach like last week, set up as an open air cinema on the beach. The neon pink beach, look certain teachers had really broken that setting and trying to fix it had only made it even more pink. Somehow.

"Last week we covered some of the more traditional activities you could take part in on a beach." Sure you could say that. There was no way of stopping people from saying inaccurate things. "Today we're mixing it up a bit by engaging in a bit of outdoor movie watching."

They would not be mixing up the movie, however. What did you think this was?
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In a truly stunning turn of events, class was being held on the beach. A nice sandy part of Serenity Cove to be precise, where Isabela and Aphra were set up with cabana lounges and sun umbrellas.

"Beach," Isabela intoned wisely gesturing to the sand.

Aphra nodded agreement, sipping from a brightly coloured drink that had its own little umbrella. "Beach."

Oh, come on, did any of you expect anything different out of this class?
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The class was on the beach today, where there were several coolers and a grill and a fold-out table, and you had a teacher who didn't have trauma today.

"Morning, everybody. Hopefully you didn't eat too big a breakfast, because today we're going to talk about beach food," Kitty greeted them. "Sometimes you'll get a beach where you can bring your own grill, sometimes they'll have them there, sometimes you can cook over a bonfire, sometimes you can just bring a cooler of your own food. Also, for the love of god, don't litter. It ends up in the water and everything gets terrible. So I want to hear what you think is good beach food, and then we're going to eat. Everyone gets a turn at the grill, too. There's vegetables if you don't eat meat, it's just a good skill to have."

Was this class mainly because Kitty was hungry? Maybe.
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It was definitely a Danger Shop day today, and today it looked a lot like Hawaii, complete with a surfer boy type standing there, smiling and waving at the class when they came in.

"Today we're going to learn surfing," Kitty told them. "If you know nothing about it, you get a board, you paddle out, and then you stand up and ride the waves and don't fall down."

"There's more to it than that-" the surfer boy started.

"It's a sport that started with the ancient Polynesians, and modern surfing sprang off from that, getting really popular in places like Hawaii and California and Australia in the 50's and 60's," she went on. "I could go onto a whole thing about the history, but it's summer and I don't have my brain turned on so you're just going to listen to this nice guy over here and then try it on your own."
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Today the class was notified that they'd be taking a portal, and that they should wear beach-appropriate clothes, if not necessarily bathing suits, because that might be weird to portal in. Kitty herself was in shorts and a loose t-shirt with sandals that she could take off.

"Hey, guys," she greeted them. "Today, we're taking Norman's suggestion and checking out some tide pools, because I wanted to. We could do that in the Danger Shop, oooor we could head to California for the class period and you can see it for real. If you don't know what a tide pool is, the ocean cuts little pools into the shore, which animals then live in. When the tide is low, you can really see what kind of different creatures are in there. I have a guide here if anyone wants to actually know what they're looking at. Now, when we get there, do not touch anything you find. They're living animals, and some of them have things like spines or stinging cells. Not enough to really hurt, but they're there for a reason. So unless anyone has any questions, let's go."

And then they were off, to check out a tide pool for real.
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The class had gotten an email this morning telling them to meet at the beach, and to wear beach-appropriate things, and also a warning that there was sand that you didn't want in your shoes since it's coarse and gets everywhere.

"Morning!" Kitty greeted them. "My name's Kitty Pryde-Barton, you can call me pretty much any of those names, I don't really care. In this class, if you can even call it that, we're going to do beach things. We'll be meeting out here unless the weather's bad, in which case you'll have a message telling you to go to the Danger Shop, and you can wear whatever makes you feel comfortable getting in the water, even if we're not getting in there every week. I know some of you, and not others, so why don't we start by going around and saying who you are and if there's anything you're hoping to get to in the next six weeks. Oh! And if there's something you can't do, like swimming, you should probably let me know but you can do that after class if you want. Okay, let's start here, and then we'll move on to today's activity."
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Clint gave his students a wave as they showed up at the beach today, where he had surfboards, body boards, rafts, and water guns set out. "Hey guys. This is our last class together, and if you were hoping for an exam, I'm sorry to disappoint you," he said, laughing. "Instead, I figured I'd give you one last chance to work on your surfing skills, or your water fight skills, or your relaxing skills. It's been really nice to meet you, especially with our latest bit of weirdness, and I hope you keep coming out here as long as the weather allows."
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When the students arrived, they'd find a bunch of rafts laid out, along with a table of fruity island-type drinks.

"So, I don't know about you guys, but after I've been kidnapped by aliens, exercise isn't my top priority," he said. "I think it's been a hell of a week for everyone, whether you were up there or down here, so we're going to pretend I said something really smart about mental fitness and not pushing yourself too hard, and you're just going to float and swim and relax today. Hopefully, no one has a problem with that?"
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Today, Clint had the students meet him in the Danger Shop, where he'd made a beach that was a little warmer, sunnier, and different looking than what Fandom could offer.

"Since you guys seem to be pretty good swimmers, I thought we'd take today to try some snorkeling. I have wetsuits if anyone wants one, but the water's pretty nice, so you really just need your very attractive mask." Clint showed them how to work the mask and tube and then waved them off towards the water. "You can enjoy the sights or just swim around, whatever works for you today. Just enjoy yourselves."
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Clint had sent a message to his students to wear their swimsuits today, and when everyone arrived, they'd find a variety of bodyboards, surfboards, and rafts on the sand.

"Since it's pretty hot out today, I figured it would be a good idea to spend our class time in the water," he said. "The boards are for you to use, whether you want to try surfing or just floating around. I'll be keeping an eye on you, so you're safe."
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Early in the morning, Clint sent emails to all of the students, hopefully early enough to keep them from showing up to class.

Hey guys,

I'm on a trip that's taking me a little longer to get back from than I expected. Have a great week and I'll see you all next time.


[Comic-Con brain says nooooo zzzzzzz...]
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When the students arrived at the beach today, they'd find Clint in the middle of two big mounds of sand, with two buckets of water balloons at his feet.

"Hey guys. I noticed last week that we have a nice balance of guys and ladies in our group here, so I figured a little competition might be fun," Clint said, kicking at one of the buckets. "Guys vs. girls, and the driest team wins. You each have a spot to plan for a few minutes, and I'm just going to be over there staying out of the crossfire." He had learned a thing or two about what the students here were capable of, after all.
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Clint had hoped that the name of the class would give everyone a hint that they'd be meeting out on the beach each week, but just in case, he'd also sent out handwavey messages to tell everyone where to meet. When it looked like everyone had arrived, he gave them all a wave."Hey guys. I'm assuming everyone who's here is signed up for Beach Fitness. If you're not, I don't really mind so feel free to stick around if you want to. For those of you I haven't met, I'm Clint Barton, and I'll be your teacher, although I expect this to be more fun than a whole lot of me lecturing at you like a real teacher. To start us out, I wanted to get an idea of what kind of shape everyone's in."

Clint pointed out four orange cones that had been set up in the sand, two by where they were gathered and two farther down the beach. "This is just a basic 100 meter run, but if you've never run in sand before, you might find it different than your typical run around town. I want everyone to take a turn and see how fast you can run it, and then you can hang out in the water when you're done. Once everyone's finished, we can do introductions. Hopefully you're not tired of that yet." If they were, well, traditions were important.
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So Australia was playing the Netherlands at the World Cup, and Herc wasn't a huge football fan or anything, but he knew enough to decide to just not look at that. Much the way one might not look at a car wreck. It was better for everyone.

Instead, he had brought photos of coral reefs to pass around to the students as he said, "Here's a fun fact for you: coral reefs cover point one percent of the ocean's floor, yet contain a quarter of the ocean's known biodiversity. Now, I, personally, think that's really cool." It probably had something to do with the giant one that uh...hadn't done so well what with the kaijuu and all. "Coral reefs thrive despite the fact that the waters they're found in tend to be very nutrient-poor by recycling nutrients, making them a very efficient system. And that's your fun fact for the day. The rest of your class period is assigned to what this class is all about: enjoying the beach. Have fun."
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Today, a net had been set up for, "Beach volleyball," Herc announced, tossing a volleyball toward the students. "For the unfamiliar, the rules are as follows: handwavey speech goes here. Beach volleyball has a few points over regular volleyball, specifically, sand is a bit nicer to fall on than concrete or wood. Plus, it's just fun. So, team up, or don't, and play some volleyball. Don't try to get me involved, I'm too old for this."
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Today on the beach, the students would find tables with various types of fish and shellfish tossed on the barbie, mostly grilled, along with seaweed snacks and...vanilla and chocolate ice cream.

Herc began with, "As you're probably already aware, a lot of food comes from the sea. Now, there are factors to be aware of, such as overfishing--some fish may be delicious, but they're not sustainable at the rates they've been fished, and so we need to not eat them so much so their populations can hopefully recover--and pollution and how that affects the fish. Fish toward the top of the food chain in particular, such as tuna, can have very high levels of mercury, and so that's something you need to watch out for." Still a sight better than 'has it been exposed to Kaiju Blue?' as a concern, but it was still there.

"Now, you're probably wondering what the ice cream is doing here, and it's not just because we needed dessert. Some ice creams, including these, are thickened with , which is made from seaweed, and it seemed kinder than serving you seaweed-flavored ice cream. So, enjoy. Try the seaweed snacks, they're good."
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"I knew I wanted today's class to be on waves," Herc began, "but frankly, I suspect you don't want to learn about the science behind waves right now any more than I want to teach it. Lot of math, it is. And this island isn't exactly well situated for surfing. You can, however, bodyboard in the surf, so I encourage you to grab a board and give it a go. If you don't feel like it, you're welcome to stick around here, there's still sandcastle gear." He handwavily explained how one went about bodyboarding before encouraging them to, "Have fun!"
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The students should have received an e-mail or other missive requesting they meet at the beach today, since in Herc's opinion there wasn't much point in teaching a class on the beach from inside a classroom. He had, however, set up a canopy to protect them from the sun, since sunburn was not conducive to beach appreciation. Max could be found under a corner of the canopy, sacked out on a sailcloth dog bed and chewing on a toy shaped like a fish. No, Herc didn't half spoil that dog, why did you ask?

"Good morning!" Herc said to his assembled students. "Since you're here, I assume you caught on to the word 'beach' in this class's title. We're a small group, but that's all right. I'm Herc Hansen, I'll be your teacher, and that's Max. Be nice to Max, and don't feed him too many treats. He needs to watch his weight. Now, where I come from, there's been some...problems, and while the Atlantic is actually still quite nice, the Pacific, not so much, and we didn't appreciate what we had until it was all messed up. So let's appreciate! You'll actually learn some things in this class, don't get me wrong, but a big part of it will be just enjoying the beach and taking the time to experience it. Now, you're welcome to wear your swimsuits to this class, or whatever beach-appropriate clothes you want, as long as all the necessary bits are covered, yeah? If you need sunblock, I've got a couple of tubes of it to give out, so please take one if you don't have any, but I'm afraid it won't do you much good today, because you need to apply it at least fifteen minutes before you go outside for it to be completely effective. So, take it with you, and use it from here on out. To cover your entire body you'll want to use about an ounce, which is approximately enough to fill a shot glass, and if you're going to be outside for longer than this class, you'll want to reapply your sunscreen every two hours. Otherwise you're exposing yourself to UV radiation, which could lead to a sunburn in the short term and skin cancer somewhere down the road, which is even less fun.

"So, on that bright note, let's move on to introductions, since I'm afraid I don't know most of you yet. I'd like everyone to give me their name, age, and what they like best about the beach or the ocean. After that, we're going to build sandcastles. I have a variety of moddable buckets and whatnot to work with, and you can work together if you like. I find it's more fun when it's an interactive thing, yeah? And if you've not built a sandcastle before, I or I'm sure one of your fellow students will be happy to help you. So, introductions, starting with, eh, you," he decided, pointing to one of the students at random.
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The day was forecast as warm and sunny and so the class met on the real beach again. John was waiting for them with tables of filled water pistols and water rifles as well as a couple buckets of filled water balloons. Yeah, it was pretty obvious what class was going to be about today, but John was fine with this as he waited, tossing his water rifle between his hands.

"So, last class is usually some sort of wrap it up, see what you've learned or whatever real teachers do. I'm not much of a teacher, but I was thinking we'd do something a little more fun and active on our final day." He charged up his water rifle and shot a stream directly at his TA. Yeah, he was kind of an ass. Before she could kick his ass, he directed the class in their activity, "Grab a gun, grab some balloons, or go chill down on a towel if you fear such things. No matter what, I'm betting some people are gonna get wet today!"
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When the class arrived in the Danger Shop they would find their teacher prepared for them with two bare feet in the sand and sunglasses in place. Yes, he'd gotten dug out of his shallow sand grave since last week. Along with the usual beach equipment, John had also gotten the computer to cough up buckets of golf balls and golf clubs at the class' usual beachy spot.

"So, I'm betting some of you are at least over the whole movie thing since Monday, God knows I am, so we're gonna find a new way to release any residual weekend stress. And no, I don't mean talking about it, do I look like your shrink?" John thought he was too entertaining to be a shrink, but that was only because he'd been made to talk to Heightmayer once too often.

"Anyhow, this--" John lifted a golf club "--is a golf club. You hold it like so and swing it with the intent of hitting this tiny ball really far." John demonstrated, going so far as to hold up a golf ball before dropping it on the green pad at water's edge and taking a massive swing at it. Sure his form could use some work, but he was combining tanning with a makeshift driving range. Perfection was not the goal here. "Great way to relax. Quiet way, too. Of course, you can always say screw it to the golfing and go swimming or suntanning, just uh, try to stay out of range, okay? Good!"
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It seemed getting to the beach for class over an hour before class was supposed to meet and relaxing had led to John falling asleep while he tanned. Now, he was a smart man so there was no fear of resulting sunburn, however, a certain baby bobcat TA had found him and, being a very curious, cruel, and resourceful bobcat, had buried the teacher in the sand. Turned out her paws really liked the feel of digging!

The bobcat lounged in the sun on her victim's towel, stretching to lick a paw and give an ear a rub as the class began to arrive. John eyed her cautiously through his sunglasses, having already sent a barrage of foul language her way to encourage her to dig him out already. Alas. "Well guys, I think we're gonna skip the demonstration part of how to build a sandcastle today. I did bring some buckets, shovels, and sculpting tools for interested parties, but it seems our TA thought it would be more fun to bury people in the sand. So that's what we're gonna do!"

He kind of hoped this tactic would lead to someone kind un-burying him at some point. "So, why bury a person in the sand? Well, for a good answer, ask Rose. Hell, the last time I was buried in the sand up to my neck I'd been murdered callously by my best friend and, well, in that reality he'd been a little on the border of something else, uh, but we won't go there right now! Anyhow, it's more a joke you play on nice guys who fell asleep around people he thought he could trust. Much like the old 'write foul words in sunscreen' gag. While I don't recommend the second, the first is kind of entertaining....for a while." Not a long while.

"So, grab a bucket and a hand shovel and get to digging!" John paused. "Or, you know, you could dig me out." He didn't think he was that lucky, actually.
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When students arrived at the rather nice area of the beach John had instructed them to meet at, they would find their teacher ready for the beach and standing next to a table with several items. Oh yes, John was once again prepared to blow their little minds with his amazing lecture on frisbee, beach volleyball, and binoculars.

"Okay guys, today we're hitting on a trio--not dirty, I promise--of sand entertainment. First up we have the frisbee." John picked one up off the table and tossed it down the beach. "I know, it looks pointless, but if you believe gum commercials and terrible 80s movies, this baby could raise the attention of the opposite sex if you throw it right. Needless to say, you gotta practice if you don't wanna look like a fool. Which is why we're here today!" John moved down the table, tugging a volleyball out of a bag full of them and tossing it around. "Now, this is a volleyball. It's basically the same thing as when played inside, only tiny bathing-suit styled uniforms and really tan people. Good sport for a pick up beach game, but again, practice first. You don't wanna serve the ball into the head of your pretty partner. Now, as a real sport, there are rules and you can read them at your leisure since I printed out a copy for you here." He dropped the ball in the sand and moved on to the final object. "Now, last we've got a set of binoculars for each of you. Bring 'em to class each week and then they're yours to keep. Thank the USAF." McKay and his ability to get things was dead useful at times. "So, now you're wondering what we do with these weird binoculars. Well, we look through them," and he demonstrated how and the proper way to focus on something. "And, you know, you can look at just about anything you want. I'm not here to judge."

John clapped his hands together, feeling he'd done enough talking for the day. "Okay guys, now you get to play around with the equipment and hang out for the rest of the period. Gotta love it. I'll be over here with my binoculars, trying to locate any stray dolphins in the bay." You never knew with Fandom.
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Sure there were scattered thunderstorms in the weather report for the evening, but today, it didn't stop John from holding class on the beach. It was hot and humid and completely the type of day to take a dip in the lovely bay water.

Today John sat at their meeting spot, bathing-suited up as they all should be, with large blankets set up all around. On the blankets were covered platters. They'd see what was in them in a minute. "Hey guys, girls...Rose," John greeted them upon arrival. "Today we're gonna talk about the sun's effects on people. So we've got our swimwear, we've got our sunscreen, now we've gotta stop ourselves from getting too tired if we're spending the day out on the beach. Which means water." He picked up a bottle of water and shook it as a nice visual aid there. "You've gotta stay hydrated. Drink a lot. But be careful with the alcohol. Sure, you kids are underage and I won't be giving you the booze in class, but if you choose to drink alcohol and lay out in the sun, your hangover's destined to suck. It's the hydration thing. Drink more water."

"Now, who's wondering about the silver platters here? I know I'm curious as hell," John flashed a grin. "Kidding. Well, along with drinking more water, you should keep up your energy levels if you wanna be able to play longer...you can take that dirty or not, it still applies. So what's energy? Food! Under those nifty silver covers you'll find a variety of foods. Your job? Decide which are suitable for consumption on the beach and which should be avoided. Use your judgment and share your ideas with the group. Or just hang out and get a tan. I'm cool either way." And then he left them to investigate those silver trays.
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Since there was a strong chance for thunderstorms, John had handwavily informed the class to put on their bathing suits and meet in the Danger Shop this week. He'd set the computer to give them Galactica Point under the most pristine conditions possible - cloudless sky, bright sun, warm air, and a fantastic water temperature. He took a seat on the sand in his shorts, sunglasses keeping his eyes nice and safe from squinting at his students.

"Looks like bad weather can't stop us from hanging out on the beach! It's a good thing since today you're gonna learn about sunscreen." John held up a bottle of Banana Boat SPF 15. "Sunscreen is one of the few Earth items that is it's name. It's a lotion or spray or gel that screens the bad rays of the sun from the skin you apply it to. I use this one 'cause it smells like coconut. There's a whole bunch of numbers assigned and I read online that SPF - that stands for Sun Protection Factor - is really kind of insane to follow. Most doctors suggest an SPF between 15 and 30 with regular reapplication if you want it to work and your skin not to burn. Oh, and burning means get red, hot, and really uncomfortable. Trust me. I worked with this guy who developed his own sunscreen and - yeah, you probably don't care how bad it smelled or what he looked like with it on. Nevermind. So anyhow, I've talked, let's get to the fun part!"

The fun part appeared via Danger Shop magic as a table covered with pamphlets that were way more informative than John could provide and dozens upon dozens of bottles and tubes and spraycans of sunscreen.

"I love how it does that," John grinned, so impressed with technology that responded to a snap of his fingers. "Okay, so what you're gonna do here is take some sunscreen and put it on yourself or even more interestingly, help out someone else in class. Any exposed skin should get covered so if your hands don't reach...you just might want to phone a friend. Then and only then can you hit the water or lay out. I'll be over here if you need any help!"
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It was a beautiful day at Galactica Point. Who needed giant waves or clear water? The greenish blue of the Chesapeake lapping at the shoreline offered great wading and a lovely backdrop for the third day of workshops. And what a workshop this would be. John stood in the sand, waiting for the few students brave enough to sign up for a class designed to waste time. He liked being back already.

"Hey guys...well, mostly girls really. It's good to see a couple familiar faces among the fresh ones. I'm John Sheppard, a lieutenant colonel in the U.S. Air Force in case you're interested. Like you, I attended Fandom High and actually graduated a year or so ago according to this time line," he paused, realizing he probably looked a bit older than a recent grad. "Yeah, time doesn't always pass the way you'd expect. But here I am, teaching you all the true meaning of relaxing on the beach. While I'm no expert, I'm incredibly aware of the stress most of you are dealing with despite your youth and this class is meant to remind you that you're teens and should live a little while you're able. Today we're gonna start off with some introductions - because you all need to know who you're spending seven weeks applying sunscreen to, and then we'll head off to Pixie Dust to hook you up with proper swimwear. If you've got questions, be sure to call me John or you'll end up getting an answer you didn't expect. Oh, and feel free to bug Rose, she'll be our TA and resident expert of safe sun tanning."

He thought pausing and pointing out his TA was the kind thing to do just then. "So, who's first? Tell us your name, your favorite outdoor activity, and your excuses for not relaxing. I'm sure they're good."
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"It's the last day of class, guys," Marshall said once everybody had showed up. "I'd be crazy to try to teach anything."

Yeah, like he had actually taught anything this semester.

"So I brought some drinks and snacks and we're going to have a little beach party," he said. "Feel free to eat, to play volleyball, to swim. Do whatever you want. I won't judge."

Wait...

"Okay, I might judge but I won't say anything out loud. Not unless it's something dirty and inappropriate for class."

That's better.

"It was really great having you guys as my students and thank you all so much for not drowning this semester. That means a lot to me," Marshall said. "Anyways, that's all I've got. Get partying!"
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Marshall had asked the students to head to the Danger Shop today and when they got there they would notice that the beach was looking a bit different than usual. The waves were bit higher than the ones usually seen in Maryland and the water a bit bluer. There were boogie boards in the sand next to where Marshall was standing.

Guess what they were going to be doing today?

"Maryland isn't exactly the best place for surfing so we're going to go to the magical land of make believe today. Surfing is some of the most fun you get at the beach. Riding waves is exciting and getting knocked on your ass can be fun as long as you land in something soft...or watery. And watching people falling on their ass while trying to surf is fun for everyone." Save for the person falling, that is. "Now we're not going to actually be surfing today because I don't need any of you guys getting a surfboard in the fact and knocking your front teeth out. We're going for boogie boards because they are softer and easier to use."

"What you want to do is lay on the board in the water and wait for the beginnings of the wave to start up. Start swimming with the wave until it starts doing the moving for you. Then you ride it. Ride it long and hard and..." Marshall trailed off for a second. He hoped Lily was going to be home after class ended. "...uh...oh, right. You ride the wave until you fall face first into the sand and scrape up your knees. It's fun!"

Really. It was.

"So grab a board and go seek out those waves," Marshall said. "As always, try not to drown."
[identity profile] baskiceball.livejournal.com
The sun was shining and it was a perfect day for what Marshall had wanted to teach.

"Some people say that tanning is bad for you. Okay, they're kind of right. There's the danger of skin cancer and sunburn and sometimes you get really sweaty and gross. But there's nothing like laying out in the sun and relaxing and getting a nice tan. The sun feels good on your skin and the vitamin D is good for you or something," Marshall said. He probably should have wiki'd that or something. "And, you know, people just look better when they are tan. Correction--when they have a nice tan. Some people take it too far and turn orange. Nobody likes that. Some people can't tan."

English people.

"They burn instead. Which is why I'm insisting that you all put on sunblock today. And, for the love of god, if you feel yourself start to burn lay under one of the umbrellas I've got set out today," Marshall said, pointing to them. "So, yeah. That's what we're doing today. Lay out on towels and tan. Fall asleep and tan, talk and tan, play in the sand and tan, go in the water and tan. Whatever."

This really was the easiest class ever.

"Oh, and I brought a cooler along with soda and juice and stuff in it," Marshall said, nudging his foot at the cooler beside him. "Feel free to help yourselves."
[identity profile] baskiceball.livejournal.com
Today the class met in the Danger Shop where it still looked like the beach only now Marshall was in control of everything. It sort of made him feel like a god. Or that dude from The Truman Show. Either way it was badass.

"You might be wondering why we're meeting in the Danger Shop when it's a perfectly nice day outside. No, I just don't have a god complex. I need to make sure it's breezy out because today we are flying these things--" Marshall held up a kite. "For those of you who don't know, this is a kite. The whole point of a kite is to get it to fly in the air and, more importantly, stay in the air. They're not really a fun toy. It's more of a toy used to show off in front of your friends because these little suckers can be hard to work."

Marshall went a little bit into how to get a kite up in the air before actually demonstrating it. He made it look remarkably easy. "Now it's not going to be this easy for all of you. Actually I bet some of you won't be able to do it at all. Some people have the gift and some don't. It's nothing to be ashamed of."

"So each of you grab a kite and practice flying it. If your kite starts going down and heading towards the head of another student please shout 'Fore!' or 'Oh my god, duck!' as a warning," Marshall said. "Don't shout 'heads up' because that is a completely misleading term."

Why would you put up your head if something is about to hit it?
[identity profile] baskiceball.livejournal.com
Today Marshall had everyone meet out by the volleyball nets on the beach.

Guess what they were going to do today?

"If the nets weren't a dead giveaway, today we're going to play volleyball. It's a pretty simple game and we're not even going to be playing the serious business volleyball with the rotations and crap they make you play in gym." That always confused him. "Volleyball is a good way to show off your athletic prowess to people you're attracted to and it's an excuse to nail people you don't like with a hard ball. Not dirty."

Marshall spent a couple minutes going over the rules of the game for those who weren't familiar with it before breaking out a whistle from his pocket and blowing it loudly. "Okay! So I've been told that I get kind of, well, insane coaching things so I'm not going to make you all play an actual game. I just have the whistle out because they're fun to blow. Not dirty."

"I just want you split up into pairs and practice serving and hitting the balls to each other. Not dirty," he said. God, what was with the dirty lecture today? "After you've worked up a sweat feel free to take a dip in the ocean."

He blew the whistle again for funsies. "Let's get going!"
[identity profile] baskiceball.livejournal.com
Today in addition to the towels sitting around the beach, there were tons of plastic shovels, buckets and other moddable sandcastle making type of things. It wouldn't be hard to guess what they were doing today.

"A nice thing to do in between swimming time at the beach is play in the sand. And, no, I don't mean throwing sand at people. Not only is it mean but it naturally provokes retaliation and by the end of it everybody's got sand up their ass and absolutely nobody wants that. Unless you're a really, really sick person," he said. Marshall guessed he could probably find some sand porn on the internet. "I was thinking more of the sand castle variety."

"I can't really teach you how to build a sandcastle because it's one of those things where it's all about your creativity and there's no wrong answer. Unlike some other activities. Like basketball," Marshall said. He coughed. "I can offer you some tips. Make sure the sand is wet but not too wet. Dry and soaking wet sand will get you nowhere. Don't be afraid of sand crabs even if they do feel gross, decorate with seashells and, for the love of god, make sure you take high and low tide into account before building. There's nothing worse than having a completely bitching sandcastle destroyed before anybody can see it."

"So I got you guys all sorts of stuff for making sandcastles. I want you guys to make a sandcastle of your own and then after feel free to do whatever you want," Marshall said. He was easy like that. "If you bury someone else in the sand please dig them out before class is over."

Marshall already felt bad about the sand that's going to be in some very uncomfortable places for some people.
[identity profile] baskiceball.livejournal.com
Of course a class on beach play would be held at the beach. You'd be silly to think otherwise.

It was a nice day out and Marshall was standing out near the water in his swimming trunks and a t-shirt, waiting for everyone to gather around him. There were blankets set out for people to sit on and a basket filled with towels and sunblock for everybody. There was also a box filled with spare (and brand new, holy god he wasn't gross) bathing suits and trunks just in case people forgot or didn't own swimsuits of their own. When it seemed like everyone was there, Marshall started to speak.

I want to go to the beach )
[identity profile] jarodpretends.livejournal.com
"Good morning, everyone," Jarod smiled, standing in front of a row of small two person sailboats. "I hope you all read the information I gave you last week, because you'll need it. These boats are suitable for one or two people, but unless you have experience sailing already, I'm going to require you to take a partner, and a paddle, just because sometimes there's no wind, and you'll want to come back to shore."

"For those of you who want to do more than just sail," he smirked, "I've set up some buoys as an obstacle course so you can practice your tacking and navigation. Just remember your rules of the road so you don't run into each other." He gestured out to the ocean, to a line of red dots bobbing in the water. "Also, don't go beyond the red buoys, just for your own safety."

"If you need me, I'll be out on the water in a kayak with a rope, ready to tow you in if necessary. Have fun, and I've had a great time being your instructor."


[ooc: No Jarod interaction until 6 pm EST tomorrow, but have fun in the meantime!]
[identity profile] jarodpretends.livejournal.com
"Good morning," Jarod smiled, and gestured to where some nets were set up. "Today's activity is beach volleyball. However, if that doesn't interest you at all, feel free to make sandcastles, play in the water, go kayaking, or pair up and go out in canoes. Stay close to shore, though, since the weather is still a bit iffy."

He distributed some handouts. "Next week we'll be sailing, so please review your knots, especially the bowline, and review this information about Sunfish and the glossary of sailing terms, since that's what you'll be sailing."

[ooc: Same as last week. No Jarod interaction until after 6 pm, EST, but feel free to have a good time before then.]
[identity profile] jarodpretends.livejournal.com
"Good morning, everyone," Jarod said, smiling at the group. "Today isn't so much about things to do at the beach as things to do when something happens at the beach. It's a great place and lots of fun, but please never forget that it's deserving of respect."

Cut for first aid )

"Finally, I've got some basic lifesaving strokes for you to practice today, so please partner up and try not to drown each other while you're practicing. Have fun, and be careful."


[ooc: I won't have interaction access at all tomorrow, so please play amongst yourselves and try not to do anything Jarod would have to react to. Also, for the lifeguarding strokes, the Wiki section you're looking for is the section on manipulating objects. Have fun!]
[personal profile] fh_extras
"Good morning," Jarod grinned, more focused than he'd been the week before. He was also wearing a swimsuit and his hair was damp. There was also a battery-operated CD player, currently playing The Beach Boys' greatest hits. "It's getting a bit warmer, so I thought we could try something a little different today. Today we'll be surfing. We have a collection of surfboards or bodyboards for you to choose from. Be careful with them, though, since they're on loan."

"Also," he said, gesturing towards a pile of equipment over on the sand, "we've got wetsuits available, if the water's too cold for you."

He grinned, possibly anticipating getting back out and doing some surfing for himself. "For those of you who don't want to surf, there's also some snorkeling equipment. All I ask is that you be careful, swim with a buddy, and snorkel in an area away from where people are surfing, so we don't have any accidents. Or there's always the get a tan and build sand castles option."

The CD player switched to Jan and Dean. "Go have fun!"

[[OOC: Posted for [livejournal.com profile] jarodpretends who has access issues. The player also won't be available to interact until after 6pm, Eastern. Please wait for OCD. You may begin.]]
[identity profile] jarodpretends.livejournal.com
Jarod waited for the class to arrive under a makeshift tent. Next to him were plastic shovels and pails. And a large group of kittens that had gotten curious about what he was doing and had decided to sit in. One or two were in the pails, either playing or curled up and sleeping.

"Good morning, everyone. Unfortunately, because of Fandom's...eccentricities," he looked at the kittens, then the pudding, which occasionally glopped from the sky, "I don't feel safe sending you out on the water today. But that's not all that you can do at the beach," he continued, "Today you'll be making sand castles--but they don't need to look like castles, if you feel like being more free form about it. There are also frisbees and a volleyball, if you want to play with those instead."


[ooc: Play away!]
[identity profile] jarodpretends.livejournal.com
As the students approached, they should see a number of boats, oars, and, of course, the bright orange PFDs.

"Good morning, everyone," Jarod said as he looked warily up at the sky, which was very cloudy. "Assuming the weather holds, today we'll be canoeing."

"First are the parts of the boat," Jarod said, as he pointed them out. "Next, there are several strokes," he said, demonstrating, "paddling a canoe should feel very different to you from paddling a kayak. First, you have to put one hand on the butt and the other on the shaft, and you should keep your hands in the same position, instead of twisting your wrists like you did last week."

"Finally, you choose your paddle by putting the butt on your foot. The height of the blade of the paddle should be between your eyes and your nose. So!" He smiled brightly, "go forth and paddle, but if there's thunder, be prepared to come back in."


[ooc: Assuming everyone shows up, we have an odd number of students in the class, so Jarod'll canoe with the last person to sign in--solo canoeing is a completely different activity and requires a lot more expertise.]

Boating Class

Friday, May 26th, 2006 08:59 am
[identity profile] jarodpretends.livejournal.com
Class #1 is here, oops.

*goes to find coffee*
[identity profile] drgrissom.livejournal.com
Grissom is in a shockingly jovial mood. He's even rocking a costume and has candy (without bugs) for his students. Must have some good Halloween childhood memories buried somewhere.

Criminology

Here is the study guide for your midterm exam. [it will be an 'essay question', but feel free to study/stress]

To review, in class today I would like you to discuss one thing you have learned in this class so far, and how it either surprised you, or changed your mind in regards to a certain topic. If that is not the case in any aspect, why not?


Death and Dying

Discussion: Your homework was to Choose a death by suicide from Shakespeare's work, and share a short reaction to it. Please do so.

Your midterm exam will be on Wednesday! It will be an in-class essay, in a similar vein to the homework you are turning in. Using what you have learned in class, and moving on to our accidental death chapter, please analyze A Darwin Award Winner or Honourable Mention. You may bring in notes on one 3x5 index card.

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