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Squall waited until it was time for class to start, and then stood up at the front and addressed the (mostly? completely?) empty room. "Good morning, class. Today we're going to be learning about monsters from my world. Pay attention; all this information will be on your final next week."

With that, he launched into a long and involved PowerPoint presentation, complete with all the worst bits of clip art and animations that people can do in PowerPoint without actually causing people's eyes to bleed.

[Remember, as per last class, you're not supposed to actually show up. More info in the OCD to come which is now up and ready for you.]

When the class arrived, Squall wasn't in the room.

The sign-in clipboard was laying on his desk. On the chalkboard was written "TODAY'S TOPIC: APPROPRIATE THINGS TO DO WHEN UNSUPERVISED".

On each desk was a sheet of paper listing appropriate classroom behavior, including things like "arrive on time", "don't leave until dismissed by the instructor", "no chewing gum", "no hats", etc.

When the students arrived, they'd find a advanced chemistry textbook, pencil, and paper lying on each desk. Squall had a book, too. At the front of the room was what looked to be a papier-mâché volcano.

"Today, class," he said, as he tossed out the sign-in clipboard, "we're going to learn chemistry."

( Yup. All of it. )

[Wait for OCD OCD up. Have fun!]

Squall was sitting at his desk with a plate piled high with cocktail wienies, which he was eating one by one with a toothpick. As he chewed each bite, scowled at the plate disapprovingly.

(Balamb Garden's completely spoiled me for hot dogs.)

At the front of the room were a large TV and DVD player, and at the back of the room was a table full of all kinds of snacks.

When everyone had arrived, Squall tossed out the sign-in clipboard. "Good morning, class," he grunted. "Today we're going to learn how to defend yourself against an alien invasion. Take notes, because you'll be tested on this later."

And with that, he flipped the light switch behind his head, and used the remote to fire up Extraterrestrial vs. Hunter.

[ETA: Just to clarify: Happy Hu Uha Eh Vyhtus Ghufc So Ranedyka Yhofyo! You will very definitely NOT get detention for celebrating the holiday; in fact, that's WHY Squall brought snacks. You may not want to punch HIM, though -- he's got his eye on you.]

The Danger Room today was set up to look like someone's basement. A BIG basement, but a basement nonetheless. Scattered about the room were several folding tables of various shapes and sizes, each of which had a person dressed in a tuxedo sitting at it. The room smelled vaguely of whiskey and cigarettes, although neither was actually present.

( Poke 'er? I barely know 'er! )

[Wait for OCD Shake your Moneymaker!]

Squall wasn't alone in front of the classroom today. There was an annoying jingly green glowing bug zipping around, this way and that, gesturing rather emphatically. There was also a long clothes rack on wheels, filled with all kinds of outfits, taking up a good portion of one wall. Squall had, in fact, dragged the stupid thing all the way up to the school from downtown, and he wasn't terribly happy about it.

( How to Dress Yourselves )

"Your homework for next week is to wear something that doesn't suck. Class dismissed."

[Wait for ocd or the fairy gets it! Clap your hands if you believe in tequila-stealing roomies!]

"All right, kids," Squall said, once everybody had arrived. "Welcome to Interdisciplinary Whatever. My name is Squall Leonhart, and if you didn't know that already, you're probably going to fail the class. And I'm sick of being jingled at, so any bells you have on or about your person go in the trash. NOW."

He tossed a clipboard at the students. "THAT is to take attendance," he said. "Your names are on it. Put a checkmark next to your name and pass it around. Anyone whose name doesn't have a checkmark next to it at the end of class gets detention. Unless you've got a REALLY good reason."

Squall sat down on the edge of his desk and looked around. "So. You're here to learn stuff. That's what we do in this class. Learn 'stuff'. All the things you ought to know, but don't, and aren't being taught by the rest of the teachers here. Only about half of them know what they're doing anyway. This class is, first and foremost, about giving me something to do to keep my mind off crap. The SECOND most important part of the class is you brats. I hear it's the thing to do these days to pass out a syllabus on the first day of class." He gestured behind him at the blank chalkboard. "THAT is your syllabus for this class. That doesn't mean I don't have anything planned, just that it's not set in stone."

He shrugged.

"But first things first. Introduce yourselves. Name, something interesting about yourself, favorite color, what combat skills you have, and favorite flavor of ice cream." Was there something incongruous in that list? Naaaaah... "Oh, and Jenny Sparks is your TA, so if you have any questions or problems or anything, try not to piss her off."


Once that was over and done with, he looked around at the class. "Okay, so. This is a CLASS, not a summer workshop any more, so we're focusing on academics this semester. And this class is about YOU, so help me out here: What do you want to learn? What do you NEED to learn? Don't be stupid, okay? Give me good answers. If you don't, I'll make you regret it."

[Wait for OCD or whatever Do your thing]

Today's class was held in front of the main campfire, by the cabins. There was a desk and chair for each student, and on each desk was a pen and a stack of paper. Squall stood by with his arms crossed and did NOT look happy.


( Cut for (VERY) mild profanity )

[OCD on its way up]

It was EFFING hot out.

So, today was all about swimming, and Squall was waiting for the students at Galactica Point. He had handwavily informed them to meet him there wearing swim wear and carrying towels. ...Of course, this is Squall, so your character might not have gotten the memo. Your choice.

( Get wet. )

"Oh, and don't drown."

[Wait for OCD]

Just to mix things up, Squall was waiting for his class... at the main campfire. Okay, so that's not mixing it up. Whatever.

( This is what passes for first aid in this place )


"Any questions?"

Today's class met at the main campfire which, despite the harsh heat, was piled full of large logs and ready for a bonfire. Nearby was what looked at first glance to be some sort of salad bar, and a large freezer.

( FOOD! )

[Wait for it... Wait for it...]

Last week's class was in the Danger Room, which was set up to LOOK like the camp gym. This week's class was actually in the camp gym. This may cause some confusion.

But if it causes anyone to be late, Squall will be angry.

Since he'd been there for a while, Squall was passing the time by shooting jump shots from half court. He made more of them than he missed. And there was a big blue net bag full of more basketballs leaning against the bleachers.
( Guess what today's lesson is about? )


[Wait for OCD or whatever]

Today, Squall was waiting for the students at Galactica Point, and had handwavily informed his students to meet him there wearing swim wear and carrying towels. That's right, today's lesson is on swimming. ...Of course, this is Squall, so your character might not have gotten the memo. Your choice.

( Swim this way we'll dance and we'll play now/It's very easy come on in just take a chance and shake a fin )

"Oh, and don't drown."

[ETA:
I forgot to mention: the thing you're getting from the buoy is a bright orange Fish Scale, about two inches across, tied to a length of fishing line. Squall won't explain it without being prompted, but it's a one-time-use item that will do water damage to one enemy if you throw it.]

[Wait for OCD Swim along, just join the song/A musical for everyone to have a lot of finny fun]

In front of the campfire was a large green blackboard. And in front of the chalkboard was Squall.


"Okay," he said, once everyone was seated. "My name is Squall Leonhart" -- here he paused to write "Squall Leonhart" on the chalkboard and underlined it. "And this is Interdiciplinary Studies or whatever" -- he wrote "Interd~~ S." on the board. "And I don't care what your names are. Here." He pulled a clipboard with the class roster on it out of his desk and tossed it to the first student. "Pass that around. Put an X by your name. If your name's not on that list, leave. If your name doesn't have an X by the end of class, you get detention."

He stretched and scratched the back of his neck.

( Class things )

[Wait for OCD or whatever OCD UP. Posted early because I bed soon and work tomorrow]