Fandom High School

The desks were arranged in a sort of misshapen U around the middle of the room and the chairs were lining the walls. Glitch wasn't at his usual spot behind his desk and was, instead, sitting in a chair off to the side.

On the board, however, were instructions.

( Final )

Glitch smiled at them from where he was sitting and took out a small notepad. Forget the naming part, this was going to be his new favorite part of inventiontronics.

[ooc: The OCD is up and waiting for everyone's neat inventions!]

Glitch was at the front of class, as always.

Today, though, there would be an actual lecture, and he was ready with his notes.

( Lecture within )

[ooc: Sorry so late, and the OCD is up!]

There were three exceptionally different items displayed on Glitch's desk today

"Well, hopefully most of you are getting close to being finished with your projects, and being finished with a project means it's time to name it," he said, grinning. Naming inventions was always fun.

"Today, all you need to do is think of a name for each of these inventions and then brainstorm on a name for your own invention once you're finished."

[ooc: Picture filled OCD is up!]

Glitch was at the front of the class, looking a great deal more balanced than he had been last week. Each desk had the usual tools and a few extra modable supplies.

"I hope you all remembered to bring something in today to fix. If you brought something of your own, go ahead and trade it with someone else. Or, I guess if you forgot to bring anything in, team up with someone else. All you have to do today is repair the item and add one feature to it that would be useful to the other person."

He smiled, then looked down at his notes for a second.

"Oh, if you didn't have a design for me to look over last week, try to come by my office tomorrow, if you can."

With that, he sat down and let the class get to work.

[ooc: OCD on the way up!]

The desks were paired off again, each with a set of tools, and there was a crate full of completely modable spare parts.

Yes, kids, it is project time again, and Glitch was standing at the front of the class looking very delighted by the whole thing. Really, this was probably his favorite kind of class to teach.

"Alright, class," he said with a smile. "Today, you're going to build something out of nothing. Pick up some parts and start to put them together. Don't worry if you can't get it to work or don't have a set design for it. It doesn't even have to have a real function, if you can't find one, heh. The point of this is for you to get an idea of what it's like to start building something with these materials."

There may or may not have been a moment or two where he bounced ever so slightly, but those moments should be ignored.

"And don't forget that after next weeks break, you'll need to be ready to bring in your preliminary designs for your final projects."

Nothing like ending the lecture on something to strike fear into the hearts of his students, though that wasn't entirely intended.

[ooc: The OCD is a work in progress up!]

Today, Inventiontronics was in the Danger Shop. Said Danger Shop looked a lot like a rural 1950's American town. Nice, normal little town, except for that creepy floating dude, and the fact that all the people were robots in various states of disrepair.

The zipperheaded man responsible was standing under the welcome sign, notes in hand, waiting for everyone to gather around.

"Hello, class!" Gosh, he was cheery. "Today, you're going to be repairing the good folks of Milltown. They're all ready and able to tell you how to fix them. Think of it as a walk-through. Ask them whatever questions you need to, they don't bite no matter how angry they look in the icons and are waiting with tools over there."

Glitch pointed over to the main street where six robots, counting the weird floating one, were scattered on steps and porches. Each one had a toolbox sitting near them.

"You can work together, if you like, or work alone. It's up to you. They'll let me know how you did when everyone is finished. Now go on," he started to herd them towards the robot people, "start working!"

[ooc: Wait for the OCD of roboty doom is up!]

Today, the students would have a very depressed, confused, and generally unsettled teacher.

Glitch's head was on his desk, and there were bits of straw in his hair. On all the desks were small bits of materials. One iron, steel, copper, plastic, Moritanium, and cloth. They were all labeled, too.

He picked his head up just enough to rest it on his chin instead of his forehead and began his lecture just like that.

"There are different materials used in inventions on your desks. Examine them, I guess, and get some ideas for what you'll use in your projects."

There was a huge sigh and he blinked at them slowly.

"If you're going to work with a partner or in a group, let me know after class or in my office tomorrow." A pause. "And if you've got any idea as to how I can get this stuff out of my hair, I'd be glad to hear it."

Another sigh and Glitch lifted his head and let it fall back against his desk, face first, with a loud thunk.

Every once and again, students might notice that he'd pick his head up about an inch or two and let it fall again. The weekend had not been kind to him, and if anyone mentioned crows he might just start to weep softly.

[ooc: OCD is on the way there, being emo.]

"He-hello, class." He smiled sideways at the front of the class and the whole left of his face twitched visibly. "I'm, uh, let's see," he glanced at his notes, "Professor Ambrose? Yes. I'm Professor Ambrose, but you can call me Glitch if you like, heh." He smiled, both sides now.

Glitch set the notes down and fidgeted with his sleeves, then took a deep breath. "Welcome," a flourish, "to Applied Inventiontronics! Here, I'll do my very best to teach you about the intricacies, whys and how-tos of invention. Over the semester, you'll create an invention with the skills you learn in this class for a final grade. I'll provide the materials, if you need them, and answer any questions you have." He was getting into this whole 'teacher' thing.

"Now, uh, my first rule when setting out to invent something is to make sure that it will be helpful to the people around me. That means your first assignment, after everyone introduces themselves of course, is to figure out what someone needs! You can work alone or with a classmate or with a lot of classmates. I've found that it's really much better to bounce ideas like this off other people."

Then he put his hands on his hips and looked out at the class and let his mouth fall into a flat line made purely of seriousness. "Restrictions are, 1) No Weapons. The goal here is to make lives better, not worse. 2) No inventions can rely on hurting others to work." He pointed to his zipper solemnly, as if they'd understand what he meant. "Off limits. 3), uh, three..."

He looked back at his notes, a little panicked, and shuffled the papers around. "Three! Hah!" Glitch held up the notecard in a fist, pumped it into the air once or twice, and smiled triumphantly. "Three!" A pause. "Oh, three." He pulled his arm back and read the piece of paper. "Have... OH!" He brightened. "Have fun! Enjoy your inventions! Or I guess I fail you." He leaned forward on the desk, making the most serious face he could imagine (which only lasted a good fifteen seconds), then smirked. "Well? Get to work!"

[OOC: Please please please wait for the first OCD is up!]