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When the students came in to class today, there were no teachers to be seen. Probably not terribly surprising, considering the weekend and all. Heck, they couldn't even deliver on the fish that Ino and Reno had assigned them to get over the course of the week, so why bother, right?

But yeah. No teachers. For the whole class. Just an empty classroom, the clock tick-ticking away.

Anybody who attempted to leave through the door before the class was through, however, was going to get themselves glitterbombed, with an added bonus of some blue dye that was probably going to stick for a few days. So, they were either going to have to get patient, get blue, or get creative.

Happy Tuesday, class.

[OOC: Pfff, no OCD on this one. Feel free to tag in and get glitterbombed by the mystery ninja apparatus outside the classroom door, or just sit around, or try to find another way out of the room. SABOTAGE.]
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"Yo, Rookies," Reno drawled, once again leaning back against the desk. "This week, we're gonna cover an important part of infiltration an' sabotage. Gatherin' intel."

He held up a little remote, and a projector clicked on, showing a photo of a very particular fish on the wall of the classroom.

"This is our target, Billy the Bass, as he appeared six days ago in the park," he shared. "Distinguishing features: Loud, flies, pukes sparkles or some shit. Target has been known to change, sometimes to an extreme degree, on a weekly basis. Expect it to be unpredictable."

"And indestructible," Ino said, though she was ostensibly not paying attention to the projector at all and was, instead, filing her nails. "Definitely indestructible."

Zack really had had a brilliant idea with that.

"I'm assuming you lot can guess where this is going."

Reno gave his hands a clap, smirking lazily at the room.

"You all got a chance to win that little monster tomorrow, fair and square," he stated. "Otherwise your mission is gonna be to get your hands on it. Install a mod. Bring it to class next week. You can make this a group assignment - brings your odds up tomorrow at the summer games - or take it solo, meanin' you all got competition to get it. But one way or another, we wanna see that fish in this room this time next week."

Seriously. Just bribe whoever won the thing with a twenty to swing by the classroom. Still counted.

It totally counted. Bribery was A+ acceptable. Given how few people actually wanted the fish by now, Ino figured even just the offer to take it off someone's hands had a good chance of working.

"Your job today is to brainstorm how you're going to get your hands on it," Ino said mildly. "If you lot are up for that."

It was hard to tell, with this class.

"So get to it."
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Ino was thoroughly vexed today. With everyone. Including her co-teacher. She stood at the front of the class, her arms crossed over her chest, and her eyes narrowed.

“You all suck,” she announced. Yes, yes she was including Reno in that. “You all fail as minions, though not as hard as Reno’s failing at life.”

Hmph. )

[OOC: Open!]
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Today, it was just Ino up front, in her blue suit, her braids crossed the same way her arms were.

"Reno's hungover and decided to ditch me with you minions," Ino said, and for all that her arms were crossed, she sounded pretty upbeat about it. "Since I've been left to my own devices, and I know of at least a couple of bosses who all agree I should never be left to my own devices, I'm changing today's class to: we're gonna prank Reno."

If even one of her minions went through with this, it'd be great. Like, a lot.

"Ground rules for the pranking: nothing that hurts him, but more importantly nothing that hurts his ferret. You hurt the ferret, I beat you up, and that's if he don't get to you first. Reno's game for taking a lot of shit so long as you ain't a dumbass 'bout it."

Hell, Reno was usually the one dealing shit.

"Pranks are great 'cause they get to utilize both the infiltration part of the class and the sabotage part of it. If you can rig something to explode without hurtin' the ferret, go for it. If Reno gets a bit singed… he'll survive. You've got from now 'till next class to mess him up. You need my help with anything, you got it."

Ino beamed at them all. "Now get to work brainstormin' what you're goin' to do to Reno!"
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Today class wasn’t meeting in a normal classroom. They weren’t meeting in the danger shop either. Instead, they were down on the beach.

"It’s explosion class today," Ino announced. "And the very most important thing to learn is that there’s never a bad day for explosions! The second," her expression sobered slightly, "is that if you’re a dumbass about them, you’re going to get hurt."

If they were a dumbass about it, she wasn’t going to feel sorry for them.

"Now, since this is a summer thing, and we’re not supposed to be crazy serious about anything but fun, we’re not talking, like, bombs today. But those ain’t the only kinds of explosions!"

More under the cut! )

She lobbed packs of matches at her class.

"Now go prove you all ain’t dumbasses."
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Today's class was meeting in the danger shop this week, yes. Why? It was apparently a mystery at present, the room still set up in the default paneling, no sim to be seen. Reno was standing there with his arms crossed over his chest, looking about as smoothly pleased with himself as he ever did, whether he had a reason to be or not.

Yo, Rookies! )

[Open!]
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“This is weird as shit,” Ino said brightly, sitting on the desk at the front of the class, her legs crossed. She was wearing a blue suit, and had her obnoxiously long blonde hair piled on the desk behind her. Observant students might notice that her hair wasn’t actually touching the desk but rather floating about an inch above it.. “I’m a teacher, wow. Hey, minions! I’m Iris! Welcome to Sabotage, Infiltration, and Blowing Shit Up!”

"Yeah, you got old somewhere in there," the obnoxious redhead who didn't seem to know how to button up his shirt all the way drawled. "Life from this side of the classroom ain't all that bad, yo." He nodded at the students. "I'm Reno. We're here to teach you how to infiltrate and sabotage shit. Or blow it up. Also fun."

That was very useful, Reno, thank you.

“Shut your trap, old man,” Ino said, without missing a beat. “I’m fresh as a daisy. Anyway, since we’re so nice and stuff, we’re going to do the boring crap and then the fun crap all in one day, aren’t we nice? First up, introductions! You--go!”

"Name and somethin' you blew up sometime," Reno added, helpfully. "Bonus points if it was somethin' fun."

Points were not a thing in this class. Until they were.

They were totally a thing and were definitely going to be part of the final. Hush hush.

Once all the cute, wee minions had finished introductions, Ino beamed at them. “Okay, so you lot aren’t entirely hopeless, but we can get your skills up to where hopeless ain’t a word in your vocabulary. So now… now it’s the fun stuff. We got baskets for you all. Come up and get them.”

With a snap of her fingers the jutsu hiding the neat row of baskets faded.

“Your activity for the day,” Ino said, “is to tell us how the things in the basket can be used to sabotage people.”

"Come up with somethin' good and we'll let you keep what's in there, yo."

They were going to do that anyway.

Shhh, don’t tell!
[identity profile] boobs-and-bombs.livejournal.com
It was the last class, and Kūkaku would have been feeling pleased about it if she wasn't so damn irritated. She hadn't realized quite yet that she probably shouldn't have changed her bandages this morning, so she was stuck with a terrible, terrible itch underneath them until she figured it out.

Considering how many bandages she had and how few hands....this was leaving her in an abrasive mood.

"Ah-right," she muttered, sneering slightly as her hand went to town at trying to get the itch out of her hair before it moved to the end of her stub. "Last day. Final. Hopefully, there should be no surprises here or else ya haven't been payin' attention, in which case, I'm surprised ya still got your stupid limbs left."

There was a bit of a probably distracting shift, as Kūkaku scratched her head again and had to lift a leg to use her toes to get the gnawing at her ankle.

"First part'a class: written exam. All the technicals, the chemistry, the equations, the materials, so hope ya haven't forgotten all that stuff. Then, to the danger shop, and you've got set up for me a gunpowder bomb, a pipe bomb, a time electrical bomb, and then, and here's the real kicker on how well you do, ya gotta not put me to sleep with a decent fireworks display. The bigger, the better, but don't lose the art of it, either."

Kūkaku had to rub her wrist against the small of her back, the only way she could figure out to take care of that itch. She had no idea why she itched so badly, but she was going to try to hide that anything was wrong. So help her if it turned out contagious or serous and she had to go see a freakin' doctor...

"Pretty self-explanatory, ya? Any questions? I freakin' hope not, but, if ya do, make 'em quick."

[[ OCD on the way is up! ]]

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[identity profile] boobs-and-bombs.livejournal.com
Yes, Kūkaku had a santa hat. Yes, she'd tried to remove it. Yes, it kept being replaced by another one. Which was annoying as hell, but, clearly, nothing could be done about it, so she was just going to pretend it wasn't there at all.

She was, however, going to take advantage of this endless supply of targets.

"I don't know if you kids've noticed," she started out, "but the island thinks it's funny. So let's tell it what we think of its sense of humour. We've learned a lot about blowing things up in this class, and the big thing I've emphasized is that anyone with gunpowder and a flame can blow shit up. It takes talent, time, and skill to blow something up with finesse and precision, though. So that's what we'll focus on. Spend some time to work on your bombs before we head to the Danger Shop, where we'll take all these freakin' hats, put them on some dummies, and then blow them right offa their caps. But here's the thing. We want just the hats. You're gonna be graded by points; the more damage to the actual dummy, the fewer points you'll get. But you can earn points if you make your explosions particularly interesting or destructive to the hat. Use whatever kind of material, detonation, whatever you want, just destroy the hats without harming the dummy too much. The more you do it, the better you'll probably get, and, let's face it..."

She took a moment to take off the hat currently on her head, and, sure enough, another was there within the minute. "We ain't runnin' out of these things anytime soon."

"Let's get to work."

[[ ocd is on its way up! ]]
[identity profile] boobs-and-bombs.livejournal.com
Coming into class today, Kūkaku was in another one of those good moods that suggested that something might be up, hinted at in the slight smirk that kept creeping up on her face as she talked.

"Considerin' it's in the the title of the class," she started, "I realized we really haven't touched a lot on dynamite this semester, most importantly, how to make it and how to use it to blow through a lot of shit that might be in your way. Dynamite is an important industrial explosive used in blasting out dam sites, canal beds, mines, quarries, and the foundations of large buildings. It’s also used for demolition in warfare, blah blah blah, all that good information about that dynamite's really good for a really big explosion and basically movin' mountains. The main ingredient is nitroglycerin, and ya mix it with some other stuff, so we're gonna go over the chemistry, and then we're gonna put some together, and then we're heading to the danger shop. I'm sure you're all jus' so surprised."

And so she launched into the usual diagrams and chemical ratios and comments about how improper amounts would turn up blowing off your limbs to make you some one-armed freak or something or blowing up your face to the satisfaction of everyone else around you. You always had to get to that part before the good stuff came along.

[[ wait for the OCD is up! ]]

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[identity profile] boobs-and-bombs.livejournal.com
The fact that Kūkaku smoked a pipe, therefor making it impossible to really share any of her excellent tobacco, had just been like the icing on the cake for the events of the morning, and she came into class with a very cool and calm demeanor.

And smoking like a chimney. She wasn't concerned about the smoke alarms; she'd done extensive research on them and mostly dismantled the ones she knew she'd be around the most, because they'd never stop.

"So here's what we're doing today," she informed the class once it was time to begin. "We're gonna make some low-impact, mostly smoke bombs. Yeah, I said low-impact. Yes, I'm feeling fine. You'll find out in a bit why I'm saying low-impact, and, trust me, you'll be glad. And since big bangs ain't our focus today, it's gonna be efficiency. You're making small ass bombs right now, so you better be able to make a lot of 'em. Ya got ten minutes, make as many as ya can, but nothing that's gonna be big enough to even so much as burn a person. Moderation, and all that shit. You make anything that'll hurt anyone more than a singe, your ass is in trouble. You'll see why. Gotta be versatile as a bomb maker, blah blah blah, your times starts...now! Get to work!"

[[ and wait for the OCD is up! ]]

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"All right, guys, listen up!" Kūkaku started class with her usual brash and probably unnecessary yelling, but that was kind of just how she talked. "I didn't hear anything about Sherlock's office blown up yet, so I'm going to extend the booby trap assignment a little longer." It was just that important. "And today, we're going to learn something very important, and, despite all my best efforts, I looks like I'm going to be teaching it to you in song. What the hell?"

And then there was singing )

And that was...thankfully over. "Okay, you heard the song. Let's pack it up and head to the danger shop, where we're going to blow things up and try to walk away from them. Unless, that is, you don't want to be cool, in which case, you are so in the wrong class."


[[ wait for the ocd is looking at the explosion! ]]

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[identity profile] boobs-and-bombs.livejournal.com
As the students came into the classroom, they would find a smirk, sharp like a dagger, on their teacher's face. It was the sort of smirk most people knew to avoid, but, unfortunately, the students didn't have much of a choice.

"Have I got an assignment for you guys this week!" Kūkaku informed them happily. "Today, we're learning that jus' because it doesn't look like a bomb, it doesn't smell like a bomb, must mean it ain't a bomb, right? Well, wrong. Today we're working on booby traps."

Do we really need to explain? )

Ahhh, nothing like putting to work a small gathering of minions to satisfy your own personal enjoyment...

[[ OCD is on the way u--boom! ]]

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Kūkaku had marched her students down to the Danger Shop at the start of class, which should hopefully mean the kidlets could figure out that this meant they'd be mostly blowing things up today. This was probably highlighted by the fact that the shop was set up in workstations, and each one had all the trappings of making bombs.

"Today, let's have some fun," said Kūkaku, then she shrugged slightly. "Well, we always have fun. It's blowing things up, how can it not be fun? But today we're gonna do a little bit of a game. Get to a workstations; you've got fifteen minutes to try to make up to twenty bombs. If you don't make it to twenty, tough shit, work with what you've got. Once the fifteen minutes are up, you've got ten minutes to get over to your battle stations and place your targets. You've got ten of these babies and your 'playing field' is a ten-by-ten grin. You're gonna lay out your targets, you classmates will lay out theirs and then you're gonna go up against your classmate and try to blow up their shit with your shit. Just choose the coordinate, letters on top, numbers down the side, light your bomb, slip it down the shoot, and wait and see if you got anything. Twenty bombs, twenty tries, or however many bombs you managed to finish. The one with the most hits winds up winning...I don't know. The pride of being good at blowing things up, or something."

"Any questions? Ask 'em now, 'cause the clock starts soon on getting those bombs made. Don't worry. At the start of each part, I'll go over the rules again."

[[ please wait for the slow OCD is up! ]]

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[identity profile] boobs-and-bombs.livejournal.com
"All right." Kūkaku started right into class today, not wanting to waste any time getting to the good stuff. "So,you've learned about making and using several different explosives so far, and, today, we're gonna learn how to take them apart and dismantle them before they blow things up."

And things start to get interesting... )

"Go on, then, quit pissing around. I don't want to have to use this thing just to get you going. First ones are set to go off in fifteen minutes, but don't think that means you can take your sweet ass time."


[[ ODC on the way is up! Go, go, go! ]]

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On reaching the classroom, the students would find a note pasted up on the door in large but jagged script with the simple message: "MEET IN DANGER SHOP." If they were any sort of intelligent, they would be able to figure out that that meant there'd be no lecture today, and, if they were any sort of fun, they'd be immediately excited about that. If not, Kūkaku was pretty sure she was wasting her time.

"Guess what today is!" she said the moment they were collected in the usual glorious scene filled with all sorts of things to blow up and a great big black night sky. "No, not the start of your stupid Parent's Weekend, ever better. It's my damn birthday today! So we're gonna celebrate in Shiba style, and you all're gonna wish me a happy birthday by showin' me what you've learned so far and impressing me with some good explosions and fireworks. Especially fireworks, but, if you prefer, there's plenty of stuff to blow up here. So let's get to it. Impress me. And I may have brought cake when you're done."


[[ OCD on the way is up! ]]

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[identity profile] boobs-and-bombs.livejournal.com
"Guess what, kiddies!" Kūkaku greeted the class today in her typically far-too-excited-about-blowing-things-up good cheer. "Today we're learning about pipe bombs!"

Because, really, did you need a better introduction to a class than that?

I dare you to think of a better one )

"So I just set this sucker on for ten minutes," no, she didn't actually set it to go off at all, "so, if you have any questions ask 'em quick or wait 'til we get to the DS. Let's go!"

[[ OCD on the way is up and ready to go!! ]]

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[identity profile] boobs-and-bombs.livejournal.com
"Okay," Kūkaku said, at the front of the class room and looking over the students, "I've mentioned in the past two weeks that one of my specialties is fireworks; I can light up the fucking sky like it's the end of the world, so believe me when I say this with the utmost disgust. Fireworks in this place can really fucking suck. I don't think half the shit they sell as fireworks should even count. But that's what we're talking about today. Fireworks."

And, since it was Kūkaku's specialty, there was certainly a lot of it to be talked about. Going over the different kinds, the popular shapes, the history, but, most important, the how-tos: chemical reactions, construction, so on and so forth. How to make all those pretty colours and shapes and blah blah blah.

But, of course, everyone had to know that Kūkaku would only talk so long before she let things get explody and fun. "Alright. Got all that stuff? If not, go ahead and ask me questions on the way to the Danger Shop. There's no way I'm starting you all out on straight up fireworks so soon, but what we do have is a shit ton of crappy commercial fireworks waiting for us, and I'm gonna show you how to take what we talked about today to make them suck less. So, come on, to the Danger Shop!"


[[ please wait forM the slow OCD is up! ]]

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[identity profile] boobs-and-bombs.livejournal.com
The prosthetic was definitely gone this week; Kūkaku hated that damn thing, but was very satified with the reaction it got last week. Hopefully, it drove the point home, anyway.

Today, they were back in the classroom, and each of desks were set up to look almost like a chemistry lab mixed with a primitive kitchen.

"Welcome back!" she said, greeting the class with an excited grin. "Glad to see you back; I figured last week would have weeded out the weak ones! Today, of course, we're sticking with the basics. If we're going to be blowing shit up, we've got to know what makes bombs go boom! We're gonna make our own gunpowder today, and then test how well you did it by...well...blowing shit up."

Obviously.

But first, the boring stuff. )

"Give it a try, test it out, and then make up a new batch, because we ain't finished yet. But I'll get to that once we've got our powder. Lemme know if you have questions. Please don't blow off any limbs or your neighbour's faces when you give it a try.

[[ OCD is on the way like a burning ring of fire! ]]

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[identity profile] boobs-and-bombs.livejournal.com
Kūkaku Shiba stood in front of her classroom, arms folded in front of her with a smirk on her face as she watched the poor, poor bastards file in. She'd like to think that her current posture was one that reduced the ampleness of her chest, but in that, she would be terribly wrong. Of course, there were two other twins behind her, big silent men in funny little caps, arms equally folded but looking much more grim. As soon as the last student had sat down and gotten as comfortable as one could get when your teacher was just staring at the class with an almost wolfish smirk on her face, she called out, loud enough to make one wonder if her breasts were so large because they had to house massive lungs, "ALL RIGHT, EVERYONE, MOVE IT ON OUTSIDE!"

"Go on! Get! Don't make me have to boot your ass to get you moving. It ain't exactly eight o'clock anymore, and, unfortunately, we gotta save the blowing up the class room lesson for later in the semester. Come on! You have feet, use them!"

Once everyone had been effectively marched and hastled outside, Kūkaku grinned again and looked them over; her arms were still folded in front of her. "Good," she said. "Welcome to Demolition and Dynamite, an Introduction to Pyrotechnics, aka How Not To Die of Explosions. I am Kūkaku Shiba, your instructor for the course, and, believe me, you are some lucky little mouth breathers because I'm the best there is. None better! And to prove my point, I'm going to give you a demonstration. Koganehiko! Shiroganehiko!" The men stepped forward at attention. "Set 'er up!"

They went to quick and efficient work in establishing an apparatus, and Kūkaku held up a wrapped ball with a string hanging from it. "Doesn't look like much," she said, smirking, "but just you wait until you see it. Typical explosive has three major components: powders or chemicals that make it go boom, a casing, and a fuse. This type's a firework, so we've also got a stand to help shoot it off right for that...aesthetic prettiness." She knelt down by the apparatus, setting the bomb into it. "Now, watch carefully..."

With the same hand she set the bomb down with, she took a match, struck it against the toothy smirk, and brought the flame to the fuse.

And then....


[[ mmm, ocd on the way... is all shook up! ]]
[identity profile] tricksy-spy.livejournal.com
Aly was waiting in the Danger Shop for the class to meet though she planned on ending up being outside by the end of the session.  She waited for them, bouncing from foot to foot impatiently.  Finally once everyone arrived, she began. 

"So today we have two projects.  The first is the one I gave you at the beginning of the term which was to design a plan to blow up the school.  If you've handwavily, I assume done so, we have a set up in the Danger Shop where you can place your charges and see how the plan holds up."

"Second thing is we're going to head outside to just in the Preserve and fire off some cannon."  Aly grinned.  "Which, okay, are basically outmoded now and entirely effective as modern weapons for this world, let alone some of the civilisations some of you come from, but they're a lot of fun, they're tricky, and they're temperamental.   So it should be an interesting last exercise." 

She went through a quick but detailed lecture on how to load and fire a cannon using a Danger Shop mock-up to demonstrate on. 

Once the students had tried out their explosion plans and checked out the simulated cannon, Aly led them outside for practice on the real thing. 

"And one last thing to you all," she said with a grin after the cannons had been fired many, many times and all the shells used up.  "I've definitely enjoyed having you all in my class.  I hope you learned something and had fun, and I hope to see you in future classes I teach or in my office if you ever decide to visit."

[OOC:  Thank you for being a great class, please wait for the OCD is up!]
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Aly was torn between bouncing and being very, very serious at this. A few workstations around the campfire were set up with tubes, funnels, different powdered chemicals and what looked like gunpowder. Possibly because it was gunpowder.

"What we're going to do is make fireworks," she said with a grin. "We're using live black powder so be careful. This isn't a time to mess around."

She quickly gave everyone the rundown on how to put together Roman candles and falling leaf shells.

Aly grinned.  "Now fireworks are useful for a great many things.  Amusement.  Distractions. They're very good for the latter.  Other things that work well for both distractions and ways to annoy people might be stink bombs and smoke bombs.  The latter's different from the smoke grenades a few weeks ago just by being a bit easier to make."  She pointed to a table where there were quite a few of both varieties.  "Try them out.  Try them away from the main class please.  And as long as you will all use them properly - remembering that gunpowder needs to go in the weapons' locker - you're free to take the fireworks you made or some of the stink and smoke bombs back to the dorms with you." 

"Other than that, any questions?  Requests for the last class next week?"
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Aly had set up the main campfire with an assortment of bombs running the field from the classic bombs used in movies to less sophisticated devices

She waited for everyone to arrive then started speaking.  "The last few classes, we've talked about how to blow things up.  Which is, admittedly, a lot of fun and also what the class is about.  Today, however, we're going to talk about what happens when you don't want the bomb to go off.  Disabling explosives is a hugely dangerous task, and in general, it's something you want to call in an expert to deal with."  She grinned.  "But really if there's one thing Fandom teaches you it's that when you need an expert, one usually can't be found.  So today we - and by we, I mean you - are going to work on disarming explosive devices that won't cause quite so much agony is you get it wrong."

Gesturing to the assortment of bombs,  she started discussing bomb disposal techniques including the use of a pigstick because I love this word and the ever-popular cutting of the correctly coloured wires.

"Now the trick here is that these devices aren't bombs.  But if they are disengaged incorrectly, they will explode."  She grinned.  "I hope you wore clothes that can get paint on them.  If not -" she pointed to a box "-there are some lovely and very fashionable smocks to put on."

"If you have any questions, feel free to ask.  Otherwise, pair up and have fun."

[OOC:  More information on how this will work is in the OCD threads which I am puttng up now are up.] 
[identity profile] tricksy-spy.livejournal.com
Today the class wasn't meeting in the Danger Shop.  Following the directions in the note handwavily delivered, the students would find themselves in a clearing with sandbag 'bunkers' at one end facing a large pile of stones and twisted metal.  On the other end, several rows of different types of grenades were laid out carefully.  Aly stood in the middle, trying not to be nervous over her students' first experience in class with live explosives.  She was mostly failing, but the nerves weren't showing through to her students as anything other than a bit of tenseness.

Once everyone was assembled, she spoke up.  "Morning, everybody.  As I hope you've noticed by now, we're not in the Danger Shop.  Which means that the grenades over there are live.  Today is so not the day to fool around or be in less than your absolute top form or you'll be lucky if detention is the least you get."

Confident she had everyone's attention, she nodded.  "This is going to be fun.  Those of you who haven't handled live rounds before, don't be nervous, just be very careful.  You'll be fine."  She gave a short and thorough lecture the development and uses of different types of grenades before going on to the proper procedures for arming and throwing the weapons.

"No explosive we try is going to be the best possible choice in every situation," she said, wrapping up.   "For grenades, the delay between pulling the pin and the explosion means you can throw it, but the enemy could throw it back at you or it could bounce off a wall and roll back towards one of your allies.  So what I want you to do today before trying them for yourself is discuss with a partner or two the tactical advantages of grenades.  Why use them and not a Molotov cocktail that can't come back at you?  Or a gun which has a longer range?  Or would you use them at all except as a last resort?"

"After that, come over and try them out for yourself."

Aly had positioned herself so only one person at a time could approach the bunker with its firing position.  No need to for more chaos to impinge on some of the students.

[OOC:  Things go boom!  Aly's completely serious about the penalties for horsing around in this class.  If you want to get detention ping in the OOC thread, otherwise I'll give you a heads up if your character is skirting the line.  Please wait for OCD!  And this always was in the right comm.  Yes.]
[identity profile] tricksy-spy.livejournal.com
The class met in the Danger Room today.  Aly was looking rather pleased at the situation. 

"Okay guys, our first practical class is here in the Danger Room so everyone can get used to the way handling explosives feel without the possibility of them actually blowing you up.  This one may be a redux for those of you who may have been in another class of mine so I apologise but review is never a bad thing."

"We're going to deal with improvised devices today, and two in particular, but first you do need to know a bit about the theory,"  Aly gave a concise but thorough lecture on explosive materials and the science behind them.  The impression she gave off was one of a child dutifully eating his meat so he could get to the pudding.  Practicalities were obviously more interesting to her

"The two explosives we're going to work with today are two improvised explosives.  You don't always have access to military material and you definitely don't always need it.  One of the most common explosives in this word - and also one of the easiest to make is anfo - fertiliser and fuel oil.  It sounds simple but a just a ton or so in a the right place could blow up a cargo ship and the harbor it's sitting in.  The other is less an explosive than a weapon.  Molotov cocktails - half gasoline, and half motor oil - you've probably already heard of them if your from this world.  They're easy to make and can do a lot of damage especially against gasoline engines or wood structures."

"There's hundreds of other kinds of improvised explosives and we'll talk about those.  What I want you to do today is to pair up and discuss when this type of improvised explosive device would be useful.  Then make anfo into a bomb and also make the Molotov cocktails.  After you have them ready, you can blow things up."



[OOC:  Please wait for The OCD is up.  All links go to wikipedia so the FBI shouldn't break down your doors.  More explanation in the OCD threads.]

[OOC2: 
As a side note, the idea of anfo blowing up a ship and the harbour it's in is from an AWESOME series of books that begins with Tomorrow, When the War Began by John Marsden.  Go read them.  Seriously.  *finishes pimping for the day*]
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"Morning, all," she said with a grin.  "For those of who who don't know me, I'm Alianne of Pirate's Swoop.  Feel free to call me Aly, if you have a need to be formal, duani is also acceptable, but the first person to call me Miss Aly gets things thrown at them.  The class is How to Blow Things Up.  Hopefully explosions are acceptable to all of you-" she rocked back on her heels with a smile - "Because we're going to make a lot of them."

"But not quite today.  Today I want to get to know you and talk about a few important things before anything gets blown up.  First of all, not all of our classes are going to be in the Danger Room.  We're going to be working with real explosives with the real possibility of people getting hurt.  That means that if we're working with them and I tell you to do something, you need to do it immediately.  No questions, no what-ifs, no counterpoints, get down or get out of the way or stop what you're doing." 

"If you think that's going to be a problem for you, that's fine, but you need to go find a new class now."

"Secondly, this is a class about explosives - C4, hand grenades, TNT, the like.  We're going to have a class on magical ways, but outside of that , if you have special abilities that allows you to blow up things - or set them on fire -" she glanced at Zuko if he was there "I'd prefer the focus stay on the more chemical explosives."

"And finally," she began passing out what looked like basic floorplans of the school.  "For the last class, you're each going to design a strategy for blowing up the school.  I realise the idea is a bit passé after the past year, but let's pretend it's not the case.  Take the floorplans, take a look at them, and keep the project in mind as the workshop progresses."

She paused, watching the class.  "Now that that's out of the way, why don't you all introduce yourselves - even those I've already met, yes, and tell me a bit about yourself as well as your familiarity or experience with making things go boom." 

[OOC:  OCD is coming up yay]
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Aly was waiting in the Danger Shop for the class to meet though she planned on ending up being outside by the end of the session.  She waited for them, looking more subdued and moving more slowly than she normally would for an explosions class.  Finally once everyone arrived, she began. 

"Thank you all for being a great class," she started.  "It's not every day that I'm comfortably letting groups of people - students or not - play with gunpowder or work with C4 or use hand grenades like we've done over this past seven weeks.  It's not been a completely fun seven weeks so thank you even more for staying focused."

"So today we have two projects.  The first is the one I gave you at the beginning of the term which was to design a plan to blow up the school.  If you've handwavily, I assume done so, we have a set up in the Danger Shop where you can place your charges and see how the plan holds up."

"Second thing is we're going to head outside to just in the Preserve and fire off some cannon."  Aly grinned.  "Which, okay, are basically outmoded now and entirely effective as modern weapons for this world, let alone some of the civilisations some of you come from, but they're a lot of fun, they're tricky, and they're temperamental.   So it should be an interesting last exercise." 

She went through a quick but detailed lecture on how to load and fire a cannon using a Danger Shop mock-up to demonstrate on. 

Once the students had tried out their explosion plans and checked out the simulated cannon, Aly led them outside for practice on the real thing. 

"And one last thing to you all," she said seriously after the cannons had been fired many, many times and all the shells used up.  "I've enjoyed having you all in my class." Aly flashed a quick grin at Sokka and Evie if they were there.  "Even those of you who might have been more nervous than others.  I like to hope you learned something and had fun, and I hope to see you in future classes I teach or in my office if you decide to visit."

[OOC:  Thank you for a fun class, guys.  Please, one last time, wait for the OCD is up!]
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Aly was torn between bouncing and being very, very serious at this. A few workstations around the campfire were set up with tubes, funnels, different powdered chemicals and what looked like gunpowder. Possibly because it was gunpowder.

"Okay, change of plans for today.  What we're going to do is make fireworks," she said with a grin. "We're using live black powder so be careful. This isn't a time to mess around."

She quickly gave everyone the rundown on how to put together Roman candles and falling leaf shells.

Aly grinned.  "Now fireworks are useful for a great many things.  Amusement.  Distractions. They're very good for the latter.  Other things that work well for both distractions and ways to annoy people might be stink bombs and smoke bombs.  The latter's different from the smoke grenades a few weeks ago just by being a bit easier to make."  She pointed to a table where there were quite a few of both varieties.  "Try them out.  Try them away from the main class please.  And as long as you will all use them properly - remembering that gunpowder needs to go in the weapons' locker - you're free to take the fireworks you made or some of the stink and smoke bombs back to the dorms with you."  Everyone could have three guesses for what Aly meant by properly.  The first two really didn't count.

"Other than that, any questions?  Requests for the last class next week?"

[OOC:  Apologies for the lame class.  It's been a really crap day so far.  I'm around but might be slow to respond to pings.  Please wait for the OCD is up.]
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The class met back in the Danger Shop today per the handwavy note Aly sent out to her class.



"Finally, next week we're going to look at explosives that aren't quite so...chemical.  Magical explosives or those from another world - if you any of you guys are familiar with a different way of blowing things up and have been not using it at my request during this class, now's your chance.  Find me after class and let me know, okay?  I'd love to have you demonstrate.

[OOC:  Mmm, tl'dr.  Let me or Aly know if you have other explodey goodies for next week and please wait for the OCD is up!]
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Aly had set up the main campfire with an assortment of bombs running the field from the classic bombs used in movies to less sophisticated devices

She waited for everyone to arrive then started speaking.  "The last few classes, we've talked about how to blow things up.  Which is, admittedly, a lot of fun and also what the class is about.  Today, however, we're going to talk about what happens when you don't want the bomb to go off.  Disabling explosives is a hugely dangerous task, and in general, it's something you want to call in an expert to deal with."  She grinned.  "But really if there's one thing Fandom teaches you it's that when you need an expert, one usually can't be found.  So today we - and by we, I mean you - are going to work on disarming explosive devices that won't cause quite so much agony is you get it wrong."

Gesturing to the assortment of bombs,  she started discussing bomb disposal techniques including the use of a pigstick because I love this word and the ever-popular cutting of the correctly coloured wires.

"Now the trick here is that these devices aren't bombs.  But if they are disengaged incorrectly, they will explode."  She grinned.  "I hope you wore clothes that can get paint on them.  If not -" she pointed to a box "-there are some lovely and very fashionable smocks to put on."

"If you have any questions, feel free to ask.  Otherwise, pair up and have fun."

[OOC:  More information on how this will work is in the OCD threads which I am puttng up now is up like an up thing.  Not dirty]
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Today the class wasn't meeting in the Danger Shop.  Following the directions in the note handwavily delivered, the students would find themselves in a clearing with sandbag 'bunkers' at one end facing a large pile of stones and twisted metal.  On the other end, several rows of different types of grenades were laid out carefully.  Aly stood in the middle, trying not to be nervous over her students' first experience in class with live explosives.  She was mostly failing, but the nerves weren't showing through to her students as anything other than a bit of tenseness.

Once everyone was assembled, she spoke up.  "Morning, everybody.  As I hope you've noticed by now, we're not in the Danger Shop.  Which means that the grenades over there are live.  Today is so not the day to fool around or be in less than your absolute top form or you'll be lucky if detention is the least you get."

Confident she had everyone's attention, she nodded.  "This is going to be fun.  Those of you who haven't handled live rounds before, don't be nervous, just be very careful.  You'll be fine."  She gave a short and thorough lecture the development and uses of different types of grenades before going on to the proper procedures for arming and throwing the weapons.

"No explosive we try is going to be the best possible choice in every situation," she said, wrapping up.   "For grenades, the delay between pulling the pin and the explosion means you can throw it, but the enemy could throw it back at you or it could bounce off a wall and roll back towards one of your allies.  So what I want you to do today before trying them for yourself is discuss with a partner or two the tactical advantages of grenades.  Why use them and not a Molotov cocktail that can't come back at you?  Or a gun which has a longer range?  Or would you use them at all except as a last resort?"

"After that, come over and try them out for yourself."

Aly had positioned herself so only one person at a time could approach the bunker with its firing position.  No need to for more chaos to impinge on some of the students.

[OOC:  Whee, things go boom!  Aly's completely serious about the penalties for horsing around in this class.  If you want to get detention ping in the OOC thread, otherwise I'll give you a heads up if your character is skirting the line.  Please wait for OCD is up!]
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Aly was more subdued than she normally would be as she met the students in the Danger Shop.

"Okay, everyone," she said, glancing around at the class.  "This is going to be our first practical class here in the Danger Shop to help get you guys used to the feel of explosives before we work with them in a less controlled setting - or before you can actually blow yourself up instead of what you're aiming for."

"We're going to deal with improvised devices today, and two in particular, but first you do need to know a bit about the theory,"  Aly gave a concise but thorough lecture on explosive materials and the science behind them.  The impression she gave off was one of a child dutifully eating his meat so he could get to the pudding.  Practicalities were obviously more interesting to her.

"The two explosives we're going to work with today are two improvised explosives.  You don't always have access to military material and you definitely don't always need it.  One of the most common explosives in this word - and also one of the easiest to make is anfo - fertiliser and fuel oil.  It sounds simple, but it's an immensely powerful explosive. A ton or so in a the right place could blow up a cargo ship and the harbor it's sitting in - if you can get it into the cargo ship, of course.  The other is less an explosive than a weapon.  Molotov cocktails - half gasoline, and half motor oil - you've probably already heard of them if you're from this world.  They're easy to make and can do a lot of damage especially against gasoline engines or wood structures."

"What the plan is today is to spend some time discussing tactics with these weapons.  When would one of these particular types of explosive devices be useful?  Then make the anfo into a bomb, put together a Molotov cocktail, and blow some stuff up."

[OOC: Please wait for the OCD is up.  All links in this one go to Wiki so no worries about the Feds.  More explanation in the OCD threads.  As a side note, the idea of anfo blowing up a ship and the harbour it's in is from an AWESOME series of books that begins with Tomorrow, When the War Began by John Marsden.  Go read them.  Seriously.  *finishes pimping for the day*]
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Not caring about the heat, Aly waited for her class outside in a small clearing.  She might have possibly noticed the heat, but she would have scoffed at a suggestion that it was too much to be outside in.

"Good morning, everyone," she said with a bright grin.  "For those of you I don't know or who don't know me, I'm Alianne of Pirate's Swoop.  You may feel free to call me Aly if you like, nearly everyone does.  Miss Aly is right out though.  Right out.  This class is How to Blow Things Up.  Which means we are going to practice blowing things up over and over."  She grinned again.  "Trust me, it's fun."

"Not today yet.  Today I want to get to know you all and go over a few things before anything gets blown up.   First of all, not all of our classes are going to be in the Danger Shop.  We're going to be working with real explosives with the real possibility of people getting hurt.  That means that if we're working with them and I tell you to do something, you need to do it immediately.  No questions, no what-ifs, no counterpoints, get down or get out of the way or stop what you're doing." 

"If that's going to be a problem for you, you need to go find another class now."

"Explosives aren't toys, they're not playthings, even when we're in the Danger Shop, they're not completely harmless.  I want to see complete respect when you're working with them.  They're fun, yes.  But they're also a weapon."

"Secondly, this is a class about true explosives - C4, hand grenades, TNT, the like.  We're going to have a class on magical ways, but outside of that , if you have special abilities that allows you to blow up things - or set them on fire - I'd prefer the focus stay on the more chemical explosives."

"Finally," she began passing out what looked like floorplans from the old school.  "Someone else already beat us to it, of course, but for the last class, you're each going to design a strategy for blowing up the school.  Take the floorplans, take a look at them, and keep the project in mind as the workshop progresses."

She paused, watching the class.  "Now that that's out of the way, why don't you all introduce yourselves - even those I've already met, yes, and tell me a bit about yourself as well as your familiarity or experience with making things go boom.  Also, it's my birthday, and I've been instructed that I need to celebrate it so please help yourself to a birthday cupcake."  

[OOC: OCD, it is coming up yay!]
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Aly was waiting in the Danger Shop for the class to meet though she planned on ending up being outside by the end of the session.  She waited for them, bouncing from foot to foot impatiently.  Finally once everyone arrived, she began. 

"First off, I hope you all had a good time over the weekend.  I had a lot of fun, and you all showed yourselves to be very capable both in the paintball looking at tactics and the use of grenades and making the fireworks on Sunday."  She grinned at them.  "Making fireworks is actually pretty dangerous because of the packing of the black powder in the tubes.  I had absolutely no qualms about letting any of you work with it under minimal supervision."  Aly winked.  "Which, if you noticed, the majority of my attention was on the other classes."

"So today we have two projects.  The first is the one I gave you at the beginning of the term which was to design a plan to blow up the school.  If you've handwavily, I assume done so, we have a set up in the Danger Shop where you can place your charges and see how the plan holds up."

"Second thing is we're going to head outside to just in the Preserve and fire off some cannon."  Aly grinned.  "Which, okay, are basically outmoded now and entirely effective as modern weapons for this world, let alone some of the civilisations some of you come from, but they're a lot of fun, they're tricky, and they're temperamental.   So it should be an interesting last exercise." 

She went through a quick but detailed lecture on how to load and fire a cannon using a Danger Shop mock-up to demonstrate on. 

Once the students had tried out their explosion plans and checked out the simulated cannon, Aly led them outside for practice on the real thing. 

"And one last thing to you all," she said with a grin after the cannons had been fired many, many times and all the shells used up.  "I've definitely enjoyed having you all in my class.  I hope you learned something and had fun, and I hope to see you in future classes I teach or in my office if you ever decide to visit."

[OOC:  Awesome class, guys, seriously.  I'll miss you all so very much.  Please, one last time, wait for the OCD is up.]
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As handwavily advised, the class met in the Danger Shop.  Aly was waiting for them there, tossing a clay ball from hand to hand.

"Morning everybody," she said with a grin as the class assembled.  "Today we're talking about magical explosives.  I have a few here and then a few of your classmates have agreed to demonstrate their abilities."

"First, however, I want to let you know that together with Deadpool's Mercenary class and Yondaime's Ninhaing class, we're going to go on a camp out over the weekend to play with what we've all learned and generally have a good time.  I'll have more information for you later today or tomorrow, but it's something I hope everyone will have fun with."

She held up the clay globe she'd been tossing around.  "This is blazebalm.  It's a magical explosive from my world.  Upon contact with air or water, it'll immediately explode.  Thus the clay protection.  It's a fairly strong explosive, not quite on the category of, say, C4, but stronger than your typical grenade."  Aly turned and tossed it into a wooden trunk.  About a second later, the box exploded in a fireball of trunk.  "You can also trigger the blazebalm with magic if you have the Gift.  We blew up a city's ports with it once."  She grinned.  "Good stuff."

Aly moved over to another shelf, this one filled with clay pots.  "Over here, we have a slightly different type of explosive.  This one's referred to as sorcerer's fire.  It's a bit similar to this world's napalm only made with magic and much, much more volatile.  These pots are spelling to keep it from igniting, but any bit that comes out of the pot - or spills - or leaks through a crack will automatically catch on fire and set anything it touches on fire as well.  Clothes, skin, stone, wood, anything.  Which, as you can imagine makes it a very dangerous if deadly weapon."

"And finally a few of your classmates have volunteered to show a few different ways they've learned to create explosions and - ah - chaos.  But I'm going to let them speak for themselves on that one.  You can all try these two out, continue to be careful with them.  We're in the Danger Shop, but these are still weapons.  After that, find a partner or two and see what you think about the magical explosives.  Better?  Worse?  Completely unfair?"

[OOC: My abject apologies for getting this up so late.  I was unexpectedly away for a bit of the morning and then my brain wouldn't cooperate.  'Sorcercer's fire' is 'wizardfire' from Martin's A Song of Ice and Fire.  Please wait for the OCD is up.  Thank you SO MUCH to Zuko, Rikku, and Ronan for volunteering to demonstrate!  *squishes all three of you*]
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The class met back in the Danger Shop today per the handwavy note Aly sent out to her class.



"Finally, next week we're going to look at explosives that aren't quite so...chemical.  Magical or explosives from other worlds so if you are familiar with other types of explosives or a magical or other talent that you've been not using per my request, let me know.  Next week's when we get to look at those and show them off.  Oh!  And Rikku, if I could see you after class."

[OOC:  Errr...apologies for the tl;dr.  Let me or Aly know if you have other explodey goodies for next week and please wait for the OCD is up!]
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Aly had oh so handwavily asked her students to meet her at the main campfire.  When then students arrived, they'd see an assortment of devices that looked a lot like bombs running the gamut from the type of bomb you'd see in the movies to less sophisticated devices

She waited for everyone to arrive then started speaking.  "The last few classes, we've talked about how to blow things up.  Which is, admittedly, a lot of fun and also what the class is about.  Today, however, we're going to talk about what happens when you don't want the bomb to go off.  Disabling explosives is a hugely dangerous task, and in general, it's something you want to call in an expert to deal with."  She grinned.  "But I think we all know that when you need an expert, he or she is usually not around.  So today we - and by we, I mean you - are going to work on disarming explosive devices with not quite so many consequences if it's not done correctly."

Gesturing to the assortment of bombs,  she started discussing bomb disposal techniques including the use of a pigstick because that term is awesome and the ever-popular cutting of the correctly coloured wires.

"Now the trick here is that these devices aren't bombs.  But if they are disengaged incorrectly, they will explode."  She grinned.  "I hope you wore clothes that can get paint on them.  If not -" she pointed to a box "-there are some lovely and very fashionable smocks to put on."

"If you have any questions, feel free to ask.  Otherwise, pair up and have fun."

[OOC:  [personal profile] mouthy_mercwins for suggesting paint bombs.  More information on how this works in the OCD notes which are coming up]
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Today the class wasn't meeting in the Danger Shop.  Following the directions in the note handwavily delivered, the students would find themselves in a clearing with sandbag 'bunkers' at one end facing a large pile of stones and twisted metal that had landed after the school exploded.  On the other end, several rows of different types of grenades were laid out carefully.  Aly stood in the middle, trying not to be nervous over her students' first experience in class with live explosives.

Once everyone was assembled, she spoke up.  "Morning, everybody.  As I hope you've noticed by now, we're not in the Danger Shop.  Which means that the grenades over there are live.  Today's not the day to fool around, and if I see anyone doing so, they'll be lucky if they just get detention."

Confident she had everyone's attention, she nodded.  "This is going to be fun.  Those of you who haven't handled live rounds before, don't be nervous, you'll do fine."  She spent a bit of time going through the development and uses of different types of grenades before going on to the proper procedures for arming and throwing the weapons. 

"Grenades aren't always the best choice of explosive," she said, wrapping up.   "The delay between pulling the pin and the explosion means you can throw it, but the enemy could throw it back at you or it could bounce off a wall and roll back towards one of your allies.  So what I want you to do today before trying them for yourself is discuss with a partner or two the tactical advantages of grenades.  Why use them and not a Molotov cocktail that can't come back at you?  Or a gun which has a longer range?"

"After that, come over and try them out for yourself."

[OOC:  Whee, things go boom!  Aly's completely serious about the penalties for horsing around in this class.  If you want to get detention ping in the OOC thread, otherwise I'll give you a heads up if your character is skirting the line.  Please wait for the OCD is up!]
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The class met in the Danger Room today.  Aly was looking beyond gleeful at the situation. 

"Okay guys, our first practical class is here in the Danger Room so everyone can get used to the way handling explosives feel without the possibility of them actually blowing you up.  This one is going to be a redux for those of you who were in my Revolutions class so I apologise but review is never a bad thing."

"We're going to deal with improvised devices today, and two in particular, but first you do need to know a bit about the theory,"  Aly gave a concise but thorough lecture on explosive materials and the science behind them.  When she was done, she didn't quite say 'now that that's out of the way,' but she was obviously more interested in the practical aspects of making things go boom.

"The two explosives we're going to work with today are two improvised explosives.  You don't always have access to military material and you definitely don't always need it.  One of the most common explosives in this word - and also one of the easiest to make is anfo - fertiliser and fuel oil.  It sounds simple but a just a ton or so in a the right place could blow up a cargo ship and the harbor it's sitting in.  The other is less an explosive than a weapon.  Molotov cocktails - half gasoline, and half motor oil - you've probably already heard of them if your from this world.  They're easy to make and can do a lot of damage especially against gasoline engines or wood structures."

"There's hundreds of other kinds of improvised explosives and we'll talk about those.  What I want you to do today is to pair up and discuss when this type of improvised explosive device would be useful.  Then make anfo into a bomb and also make the Molotov cocktails.  After you have them ready, you can blow things up."



[OOC:  Please wait for The OCD is UP!.  All links go to wikipedia so the FBI shouldn't break down your doors.  More explanation in the OCD threads.  I'm kinda headachy and working today so forgive the slow pings/reused class ]
[identity profile] tricksy-spy.livejournal.com
Blue hair still bright, Aly waited for the class to assemble  in the clearing she'd chosen for today.

"Morning, all," she said with a grin.  "For those of who who don't know me, I'm Alianne of Pirate's Swoop.  Feel free to call me Aly, if you have a need to be formal, duani is also acceptable, but the first person to call me Miss Aly gets things thrown at them.  The class is How to Blow Things Up.  Hopefully explosions are acceptable to all of you-" she grinned at those in her Revolutions class - "Because we're going to make a lot of them."

"But not quite today.  Today I want to get to know you and talk about a few important things before anything gets blown up.  First of all, not all of our classes are going to be in the Danger Room.  We're going to be working with real explosives with the real possibility of people getting hurt.  That means that if we're working with them and I tell you to do something, you need to do it immediately.  No questions, no what-ifs, no counterpoints, get down or get out of the way or stop what you're doing." 

"If you think that's going to be a problem for you, that's fine, but you need to go find a new class now."

"Secondly, this is a class about explosives - C4, hand grenades, TNT, the like.  We're going to have a class on magical ways, but outside of that , if you have special abilities that allows you to blow up things - or set them on fire -" she glanced at Zuko if he was there "I'd prefer the focus stay on the more chemical explosives."

"And finally," she began passing out what looked like basic floorplans of the school.  "For the last class, you're each going to design a strategy for blowing up the school.  I realise the idea is a bit passé after our visitors a few Saturdays ago, but let's pretend it's not the case.  Take the floorplans, take a look at them, and keep the project in mind as the workshop progresses."

She paused, watching the class.  "Now that that's out of the way, why don't you all introduce yourselves - even those I've already met, yes, and tell me a bit about yourself as well as your familiarity or experience with making things go boom."

[OOC:  OCD is coming up yay]

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