Fandom High School

Laura was dressed casually , a cup of coffee from The Perk in one hand as she stood at the front of the classroom. She smiled at her students as they entered and took their seats.

"Okay, the past couple of weeks, we've been exploring how various systems interact with faced with similar stimuli. I hope you've found it interesting, if not entertaining. Maybe next time, we'll toss a dictatorship into the mix and see what happens." A smirk twitched across her lips as she mentioned this because her mun knows exactly how unpredictible it is to have an Iranian cell in the National Security Decision Making Game.

"Today," she continued, "I'm going to take a page from Professor Harrington's book, and we're going to first answer any remaining questions you have, and then you're going to get out of here and consider it a 'reading day.' Now... who has questions?"

With any questions answered, the class was dismissed a bit early.

[OCD threads coming up.]

She wore her favorite suit to class today, and was standing at the front of the classroom as the students entered. Her arms were folded across her chest, one elbow propped upward, a cup of coffee held not unlike the torch on the Statue of Liberty. Well, except not that high -- maybe about shoulder-level. She waited for class to begin with a mischievous gleam in her eye.

"If you'll come in and take your seats from last time," Roslin said, gesturing with her coffee cup, "we'll get started."

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[A few OCD threads coming up. There will be a place holder for a later action for everyone to react to. ETA: Posted in the right place now.

ETA2: Please wait for the OOC thread. LJ seems to be giving issues, so it might be a bit.]

Professor Roslin sat at the desk in the front of the room, glasses perched on her nose, scrawling notes onto a pad of paper. She occasionally glanced to the source material at her elbow, but appeared to be pulling together her own thoughts based on the text. Over the rims of her glasses, she watched as the students filed in and took their seats. She offered a quick smile to those who might have caught her as she looked up.

( 'Okay,' she said, lowering her pen... )

Continuing handwavily on for a few minutes, Roslin finally wrapped the class up. "Okay, for next week -- we start getting our hands dirty. Bring notes if you wish, but just be prepared to, ah, improvise as needed." She smiled. "Class dismissed."

[OOC: May or may not be available for play tomorrow, but will be tomorrow evening. OCD threads coming up.]

Laura stood at the front of the class room, clad today in one of her suits. To her right, a large cream-and-gray ball of fur on one shoulder, stood Professor Harrington. They were speaking quietly among themselves as the students filed in from earlier classes and lunch. On the desk behind them, envelopes awaited each student. Inside, they would find their party assignments and any other motivating issues they should know, whether it be new information or reiteration of the notes from the previous class.

The desks in the room had been divided into two, labelled groups. On one side, desks were labelled "Centrist," "Loyalist," and "Progressives"; on the opposite side, desks were labelled "Liberals," "New Men," and "Conservative Association." At the center were two desks, these labelled "Her Majesty" and "Prime Minister" respectively.

Excusing herself from her conversation with Professor Harringon, Laura attempted to call the class to order. "If everyone would please take their seats according to their party assignment, we'll get started."

( She paused again for a few seconds... )

[Please wait for the OCD threads. Honor and Laura will be available after about 5:30 EST are finally available for pings (frakking headaches). Be sure to annoy one another, and if you have any problems or questions that can't be handled in game, drop me an e-mail: laura dot roslin at gmail dot com.]

[OOC: Important information here for today's class! Background on the history of the Colonies -- might also be important -- can be found here.]
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As the students entered the room, they found Laura at her usual position -- in the front of the room -- shuffling through a stack of index cards. A wry smile played across her lips as she flipped through them. The room itself had been arranged differently: twelve desks were arranged in a semi-circle, with one desk centered on the opposite side. Each desk was labelled with the name of a colony; the single desk was marked simply "President." An envelope awaited the occupant of each desk.

( 'Come in, everyone...' )

[OCD threads coming up. As the OOC post mentions, I may or may not be able to participate fully during the workday tomorrow. Here's wishing I already had my new, spiffy phone with MSIE mobile on it... ]

The lights were dimmed as students entered the room and signed in. Professor Roslin sat at her desk, a laptop computer angled off to her right. The most immediately visible item, however, was the large plasma screen with the accompanying SmartBoard, illuminated behind her. Closer inspection showed that the image on the board was simply a larger version of her laptop screen. Several sheets of paper are on the desk, prepared for each student. On top is a copy of the syllabus.

She frowned a bit at the computer as it dinged loudly and tossed a few error messages her way, each one visible on the main screen. "Oh, stop that," she said quietly, clicking through them. Her eyes darted a glance at the clock. She quickly closed down one program, booting up another. A political map of the world flickered onto the screen.

Rising from her seat, she made her way to the front of the desk and removed her classes. She stood with her arms folded across her chest, weight resting against the forward edge of the desk, and legs crossed at the ankles. ( 'Okay, today we're going to jump right into the basics...' )

[Wait for the OCD, please! OCD up! Also, note: I'll be AFK till at least 6 PM EST.]