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The students had all received a handwaved directive to attend class down at Caritas on Monday, and when they arrived they found the door to the bar ajar but the open sign not in use.

"Welcome to class, where today we will be meeting a special sort of creature," D said, smiling as everyone took a seat within the apparently empty bar (empty except for Tino, who had been modded borrowed for the occasion, that is).

"The Nac Mac Feegles, also known as Pictsies, are in some ways like those some may know as faeries or the Little Folk. In other ways, they are nothing like them." D smiled enigmatically. "Now, once they arrive, speak to them and find out what you can about their lives and their culture. Be respectful, of course, and as you leave I would like to hear two or three things you were able to learn.

"Oh, and I ask that you do not indulge in anything stronger than soda," D added. "No matter what the Feegles choose to drink, the school does rather frown on allowing students to have alcohol, especially during school hours."

[OOC: Please wait for OCD the Feegles to tag in, so you may ping off of them! Thank you to my amazing volunteers, since my knowledge of Discworld is small!]

For once, D had the class meet in the Danger Shop, if only because it gave him the ability to choose his environment to a much greater degree. And so the Danger Shop seemed to be a very large outdoor arena, with a half-mile race track in the middle and a larger moat around it.

"You may have noticed that we are in the simulated environment room," D said with a faint note of distaste. "This will hopefully be the only time this is an issue, but I did not want anyone to hurt themselves to a degree that would preclude this sort of class in the future. Hence, we are here."

Leading everyone to a corral, he brought forth two animals by their reins -- one a horse and the second looking to be a very large chicken bird.

"These are a horse," he began, indicated the creature on his right. "And a chocobo. They are both used for transportation and, at times, for menial labor. Some of you may be familiar with one or both of these creatures and some of you may not, but you will all have a chance to ride one or the other today. Whichever you choose, be courteous and kind, or if you decide to race then be careful as well."

D went through some very basic horse/birdmanship and then went to the moat around the arena, where there was, half-submerged in the water, what looked like a giant elephantine creature with a pavilion on its back. "I will be on the shoopuf," he called back to the class. "Any who don't wish to ride may come join me and any who are thrown or otherwise about to be hurt in any way will find themselves summarily transported to a seat on the shoopuf's back for the duration of class. I have iced tea and cookies!"


[OOC: Choose one or the other, or retire to the shoopuf with D. Mod your creature, and in the case of racing, please speak with your opponent OOCly to determine a winner. Plz wait for OCD is done.]

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D had sent out a handwavy notice to his students, directing them to meet at a clearing within the preserve a short way behind the school.

( Teal Deer aren't here, but they should be. )

[OOC: Wait for OCD is up! Classes after this will probably not be quite so long, I hope. If anyone has problems ICly with the contract D wants them to sign, they can talk to D privately in his thread.

ETA: Going to bed for now, but will reply to you guys in a few hours! *runs from comment avalanche* Okay, now I'm headed home from work, but I'll continue replying when I get home. *determined!*]