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"Today we're going someplace with no children," Jon announced. Look, sue him, he was still recuperating. His "child" had been very high-energy.

"I hope you brought bathing suits (as he had handwavily advised), but if not, there's plenty of relaxing to do on the beach."

He waved them through the portal, beelined for a lounge chair, and lay down.

Which meant he wasn't paying enough attention to realize that suits wouldn't be a problem, as this was a clothing-optional beach.

It was possible he'd looked up "adult-only beaches" and just picked the first one that looked good.

Enjoy!
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"Fandom island is weirdly clean for a place people live," Jon said. "So we're going to the mainland to help with a park clean-up." He led them through the portal. "We'll have trash bags and these..." he gestured vaguely, "pointy stick things, so we don't have to touch awful things." He led them toward where a group was already getting them passed out. "Stay within the park, don't touch anything that looks dangerous, and...well, just be safe, please."

Jon got in line for his own bag and pointy stick.
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Jon greeted everyone with a nod. "We're bettering ourselves again today. We'll be taking a class in crafting. It's two hours long, but the gnomes assure me that getting us back here in one hour is child's play." Jon was uncertain about playing with time, but it seemed to work for other people, so he was willing to try it.

He led them through a portal to a studio. "We're in New Hampshire, so it's probably rather cold outside; I wouldn't chance it. We'll be learning to make stained glass today, though, so we'll be staying inside." He nodded to the instructor. "There's a lot of cutting and...and burning and things, so everybody please be careful."

Do as he said, not as he did!
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Jon waved only a little awkwardly at everyone. "Good afternoon. Today I thought we'd head out and do some more volunteer work. We're heading to a local hospital to help out." He waved at a pile of boxes next to him. "Pick up a box; it's got snacks and puzzle books and a few other moddable things patients might enjoy. We're just going to walk around and greet patients, especially those without guests, and offer them things and chat. It can be a bit lonely being in hospital." Not that he'd know; he tended to only end up there when he was unconscious.

"Oh. And we've got masks," he added. "Because hospitals tend to spread germs and we don't want to get them ourselves or give them to anybody who's already down." He reviewed his mental list. "I hope you wore good shoes. And please listen to the doctors or nurses if they give you any instructions. Right. Let's go."
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Jon met class at the Danger Shop today, looking a bit ragged. "We're bettering ourselves today," he announced curtly.

He opened the shop, punched a few buttons determinedly, and created a lounge full of pillow nests, bean bag chairs, and all manner of comfy places to sit or lie down.

"It's nap time."

He marched to a nest in one corner and dug himself in.
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Class today was meeting at the clinic. Outside it, to be more precise. Jon had a rickshaw full of cleaning brushes, both long-handled and handheld.

"There was a...um. An incident, a couple days ago. A new arrival. And," he gestured at the street, "blood takes a while to clean off of cobblestones on its own. So we're going to give it a bit of help. Grab a brush and some water and let's get to it." What? They weren't going to use harsh chemicals that would just run off into the bay. "It should only go about a block or so."

Hope you liked scrubbing!
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Jon nodded as he looked around at everyone. "I hope you wore something comfortable to walk in and that you won't mind getting dirty. Though, I...well, hopefully there won't be dirt involved, but there will be dogs, and they can be, um. Messy."

He wasn't a terrible fan. He liked dogs fine in theory, but...well, he was definitely a cat person.

Once they were through the portal, they were in a fenced-in field with a building at one end. The building (or at least, things in it) was barking. A lot.

"The rescue here needs help walking dogs. So we're going to do that. They'll have instructions for us." He devoutly hoped.

Fortunately, a lady came out of the building with a dog on a leash. She smiled at them all. "Welcome, and thank you so much for helping out! Let me show you some good techniques, and how to keep them from getting too far out of hand. You won't be working with any difficult animals, but even the nicest dog can get a bit excited."

She went through everything with them, then waved at the pavement leading up to the door. "Wait here in a line, please, and we'll bring the dogs out to you."
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Jon nodded to everyone with a faint smile. He looked tired but not quite as strung out as pre-vacation. He was also very professionally dressed, in a button-up, waistcoat, and pressed trousers.

"We had quite a few chances to better ourselves over the last week," he began, "but that was mostly physical. Today we're going to better ourselves mentally. We're headed to the library."

And if you were wondering why you were in Portalocity, it was because you were going to what a part of Jon's brain would always consider the library. He led them briskly through the portal and onto... "Wait. This isn't the Bodleian." He frowned around at their environs. "Well. Welcome to the Library of Congress, I suppose. It is the largest library in the world," he admitted grudgingly, "so I suppose it will do."

He waved at the room they were in. "Pick a topic and research it. There are a number of research centers, if you like, or you can access their digital collections or simply explore. You're supposed to have a library card, but the ones I got us are for Oxford," he said pointedly in case the gnomes were listening. (They weren't.) "Anyway, pick something that interests you and research it. Read. It's good for your brain. Assuming the books aren't evil."

He didn't think they were here.
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Jon nodded to everyone as they showed up. "Right. So, I hope you all...um. Took the time to...to better yourself last week." He cleared his throat. "Next week is the break, so you'll probably be doing more relaxing then. This week, we're off to a library. Libraries do a lot of wonderful things for people," unlike archives, though that might just be his bias showing, "like help them research, give them a calm place to read, and offer all sorts of resources. Today we'll be reading to children for the most part, but if you'd rather help in another way, feel free to ask the librarians."

He led them through the portal to a large, well-lit area with (as expected) plenty of books. (Though as not expected if Fandom was the only library you knew, none of these books seemed to be sentient.)

Jon met the head librarian and spoke to them, and she led them over to the children's area. "We've got a few children here already, and more coming as school and daycares get out. For the younger ones, they may just bring you a book to read to them. With the older ones, they may prefer you help them to read. Just have a seat in this circle and they'll know that's what you're here for."
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Jon had reluctantly sent email this morning.

Apparently the best way for me to better the place this week is to cancel class.

Could you hear his exasperated sigh?

If you should still be interested in doing charity, please meet me at the campus gate. I’ll be wandering the streets to pick up any rubbish there might be.
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Class today had been asked to meet at Portalocity, where Jon greeted them with a nod. "Today we're heading into Baltimore again, to volunteer at a women and children's shelter. My Sister's Place offers food, showers, and other services to help people get on their feet." He grimaced. "It's run by a religious group, as many charities are, but they seem to be doing a decent job regardless."

Look, Jon had feelings about things. This should come as no surprise.

"We'll be working the lunch shift to help out - serving, cleaning, and so forth. If you can stay for the full two hours, that would be the most help, but I've got a portal back after the first hour for anyone that can't; whatever help you can give is welcome."

He led them through the portal to an alley a little way off, then over to the shelter. "Please be respectful of the people we're serving; they probably get little enough of that, unfortunately."
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Jon looked...well, he almost never looked good, but he looked particularly ragged today. Which might be why class had been asked to meet outside Theodoric's instead of at Portalocity.

"So far, we've been focusing on bettering the world around us," Jon said, scrubbing his less-scarred hand over his face. "Today we're focusing on bettering ourselves. I have been...repeatedly assured that this involves 'self care'." He didn't actually make the air quotes, at least, but you could probably hear them. "So today we're visiting the spa. You can get a massage, have a manicure or pedicure, or just sit in the sauna. Whatever is most likely to help you improve yourself."

He opened his mouth, realized he had no idea what else he could possibly add to that, and simply waved everybody in.
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When the students arrived at Portalocity for today, they'd discover Jon rushing out and ushering them after him. "There's been a change of plans, I'm afraid. Er...well." A rickshaw met him, and he thanked the driver as he started unloading a number of shovels, buckets, empty garbage bags, mops, rubber gloves, and assorted equipment.

"We were meant to be heading into Baltimore today, but apparently it's 'national oatmeal day', or something of the sort, and the gremlins got a bit...enthusiastic at the playground. I...I actually have no idea how they managed it, and quite frankly, I think we're all better off not knowing, but it's a good opportunity to better this place we live in, so. We're going to clean it up."

He started passing out cleaning things. "Take equipment and let's get to cleaning. And watch out for any leftover gremlins that may be lurking under porridge piles."
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Today, class was meeting at Portalocity, Jon nodding at each student as they arrived. "I hope to do as much as possible within Fandom, but I wasn't able to arrange something yet because my mun spent all day in the ER yesterday, so we're going to Baltimore today. We'll be volunteering at the Baltimore Humane Society."

He passed out a list of opportunities. "We'll be coordinating with their long-term volunteers when we arrive, so please choose what you would like to do, and we'll find who's in charge. As you can see, there are a lot of possibilities."

Jon would be socializing cats. Contain your surprise.

"All too many animals have no place of their own, and we owe it to them to do as well as we can by them. And if you would like to adopt one, I'm sure they would love to hear from you. Or you can visit the center on the island and talk to Prompto."
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Jon nodded as people filed into the classroom, fidgeting a bit. He was in his standard first-day-of-class appearance, which meant he wasn't as strung out as he sometimes got, and his clothes were neat and professional, albeit his hair was a bit rumpled from his nervously running his fingers through it.

When it was time to start and he judged everyone had made it in, he cleared his throat and stood up straight. "Welcome. I'm Jonathan Sims, and I'll be teaching this course. Although I suppose it's less teaching and more a sort of guiding." He frowned. "I don't know we're likely to learn new things, so much as experience them. Though I could be wrong."

Look, he'd just told the moose he wanted to do something, anything, where he could teach on his own. He'd given up trying to turn in actual outlines.

"Anyway. This class is meant to involve bettering the community and ourselves, and in order to do that, we have to know what needs bettering. And we've got at least a few people here I haven't taught before. So, let's introduce ourselves, and along with your name, give me one thing about the community and one thing about yourself that you would like to better."

He cleared his throat. "As I said, my name is Jonathan Sims. You may call me Mr. Sims or Jon. I am from London in modern Earth. I would like to see if there's a way to make the steps less slippery when it rains, and I suppose I could get better at relaxing."

He nodded stiffly to the students. "Now you."
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Class was at the Community Center today, only it wasn't JUST class. It was the Fandom High Gala Brunch and all were invited! attendance was mandatory for the people in Bruce's workshop, of course, but people from around town and NPC wealthy donors from the mainland were invited as well.

"Welcome to our last workshop of the semesster," Bruce said. After being dressed down regularly for this workshop, he was once again in one of his nicer suits. "And more importantly, welcome to our charity brunch gala benefitting Fandom High. All proceeds from this event will go towards funding Fandom High's activities, including but not limited to trips, magical safety protocols, and textbooks for the more traditional elements of your education."

"You have three goals today. First, mingle and make sure the donors in attendance understand how valuable the Fandom High experience is so that they know to make a healthy donation," Bruce explained. "Second, have some brunch. Third, enjoy yourselves."
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"Before we get started, I wanted to remind everyone that our final workshop will be a small gala brunch vent for charity," Bruce said. "So, make sure to dress nicely and be ready to try to talk rich people from out of town into donating as much as they're willing to give to good causes."

"But in the meantime, we're doing something near and dear to my heart today," Bruce said, shifting gears. "My parents were killed when I was eight years old. I was incredibly well off due to my parents' fortune and our butler, Alfred, raised me the way my father would have wanted. But even though I was the most fortunate orphan you could imagine, I still know what it was like to lose the most important people in the world to you at such a young age. Because of that, I make sure to give both time and money to orphanages regularly."

"Today, all I'm asking for is your time. Spend the class period hanging out with some kids. It helps if you go in with a specific activity in mind, but remember, it's about them. If they don't want to do anything on the playground, if they just want to read? Adjust your plans. Good luck."
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"Welcome to the soup kitchen, class," Bruce announced. "This one is pretty straightforward. People who can't afford to eat can come her for three warm meals a day. They'll get bread, because it's filling. And they'll get soup, because it's warm and easy to make in bulk."

"The people already at work here will handle that. All you really need to do is give these unfortunate people some food and, if you can, a smile," Bruce said. "Because a human connection can mean a lot to a person in need, even if it's as simple as that."

"Now, let's go inside, put on some aprons, and get to work feeding people."
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After your typical message, meeting at the causeway, and short bus trip, the class was at a library. The library was currently silent.

"Depending on how well you know me, you'll know that I put an extra emphasis on children who need a little help," Bruce said. "Anything from helping out orphanages to making sure children are exposed to books, that is one of the most important things we can do. And as you'll notice, we're not at an orphanage today."

Bruce timed it well, because just then a large group of children with a slightly harried-looking adult came into the library.

"I'll hold them off for a few minutes," Bruce promised. "But by the time the kids here are ready, I want all of my students to have picked a book to read and get ready to do just that."
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Bruce had sent an email out to his students to meet him at the causeway today. Once everyone had gathered, he took them through a portal and out to a construction site.

"I hope you all dressed safely today," Bruce said with real concern in his voice. He had stressed the point in his email, too, so nobody had an excuse to be wearing flip flops or loose clothes that might get caught in machinery. He was personally wearing jeans, boots, and a Wayne Foundation T-shirt along with his hard hat and safety glasses. "Because today we're building homes for families in need."

"The reason we're doing this work is because the process of building a home is expensive. In order to build a home for a family that can't afford one, we have to do it as in expensively as possible. That's why they're fairly simple designs with simple materials. We have some professionals running the projects to make sure the work is done right, but any volunteer labor we can get at any stage is a huge help."

"What we have here is a regular wood frame house." That probably wasn't a shock since the house they were standing in front of didn't have any sheathing, exposing the wood frame to the world. "This house needs some more work done with the frame, building headers and sills for upcoming window installation. The house next door is just getting the foundation poured, so if you really want to get your hands dirty, you can help the workers mix cement. Or if you're not really into construction, the house on the other side needs to be painted."

"Obviously, the process of building a home takes longer than a class period, so if you want to stay to help out all day, I'll be here, too. Otherwise, you're free to go back to the portal at the end of the period or whenever you need to leave. But between now and you leaving, I'd like it if you kept a buddy and stayed close to them. I don't want anyone getting hurt because they wandered off on their own," Bruce explained. "But any additional time you can give will help because before we start, we have to go through a construction safety seminar."

If he weren't a bit nervous today, Bruce might have just slapped some hard hats on the students and told them to get to work. But he just had a bad feeling today, which meant a professional had to explain the importance of a hard hat and safety glasses, how to swing a hammer, what not to do with wet concrete, and the dangers of paint fumes. Fun!
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Welcome to the school gates, everyone! There were tables set up and plenty of baked goods, hopefully some made by people in the class.

"Welcome to the smallest fundraiser you'll take part in this session," Bruce said. It was probably surprising, but he was dressed down a bit today. No suit coat, no tie... He was rocking the business casual. As it turned out, people didn't usually buy too many baked goods from a guy in a dark suit. "The goals for this are simple. Something you made gets put toward a good cause, then you sell the treats to people who care at least a little about your cause. Or maybe they were just hungry. One of the truths to fundraising is that you're not picky about why somebody's giving you their money unless you have a good reason for it."

"Not, let's get to work selling."

[OOC: There are playing and modding threads for buying baked goods, so the general public is welcome!]
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Class had technically been in session for a couple minutes by the time Bruce strolled casually into the classroom. Because that's where you were today, class! Don't worry, he would make it up to you in future classes.

"Good morning, everyone. In case you don't know me, I'm Bruce Wayne. Please, call me Bruce," he said. "In my world, I run Wayne Enterprises, the multi-national conglomerate my parents started. Frankly, I let other people worry about most of the day-to-day business there while I focus on my parents' other major contribution, The Wayne Foundation. A hefty percentage of Wayne Enterprise's revenue as well as my personal fortune goes into funding the Foundation's efforts in more charitable areas than I can count, including donations to this school."

"And that's why I'm a first time teacher who didn't get a teaching buddy," Bruce joked. It was funny to him, at least.

"What I really want to do with this workshop is try to make sure some Fandom High students get in the habit of giving their time to charitable efforts of all sorts, not just your typical Fandom alternate realities, invasions, and other things like that. We'll be starting out small with a bake sale next week, but by the end of the session, you'll be part of a gala event where you will be expected to schmooze with people to make sure they donate money."

"The proceeds from any fundraising activities will be split in half. Half will go to the school while half will go to organizations in need on the mainland. Just because Fandom is a weird neighbor doesn't mean it shouldn't be a good neighbor, after all."

"But for this week, we're going to keep it simple. Please introduce yourself, state why you're interested in charitable works, and if you have anything specific you'd like to do this session, please, let me know. I'm open to suggestions. After that, I have plenty of recipies if you want to get a head start on figuring out what you're going to make to sell at the bake sale next week."

"Oh, and if you have any specific questions, you can either talk to me or my TAs," Bruce said, grabbing a note from his suit's coat pocket. "They are Bay Kennish and Barry Ween. If it ever seems like I have no idea what I'm doing as a teacher, look to them and see how hard they're eyerolling."

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