Fandom High School

Buster had once again handwavily told his students to go to the Danger Shop today. He looked extremely amused with himself. He was about to inflict horrible mental torture on these kids and they had no idea. If Buster was the type to laugh evilly he would totally laugh evilly.

"Hahaha-oh jeez" Buster sneezed a few times into his sleeve before continuing to speak. "Heeeeey students. So here we are. The last day of class. It's sort of sad in a scholarly sort of way."

"Today we'll be continuing on our 'life sucks' theme. Are some of you in the Dealing With Stupid People class?" he paused for a moment to see if anyone raised their hands. "Today's activity sort of deals with the same thing."

He tapped his hook against his desk nervously. "People...hmm, how to say this. People are weirdos. Weird weirdos who say and do weirdo things. They most likely think you're the weirdo for thinking that they are a weirdo but in reality you're not the weirdo, they are! I'm completely normal, mother!"

Buster frowned. "You can't avoid weirdos. You run into them at work, in bars, in public restrooms. They're your bosses, your friends and your family. Weirdos are everywhere. But you learn how to deal with them and eventually you like said weirdos. Or if they're your family members you learn how to not stab them all with your hook."

"So today you are going to be talking to some holographic replicas of people I know in real life." said Buster. "Not all of them are weirdos...oh who am I kidding, you all met GOB. Just enter through one of the doors and you'll be in a scenario with one of my family members or friends of the family. Survive a conversation with them without crying or being attacked then you win. At life."

"Alright, saddle up!"

[Availability is shaky until 2:30pm because of school. OCD up! Note: Some of the Bluths aren't as nice and caring as Buster and GOB are hahaha!. So keep in mind I love you all OOCly]

Buster had handwavily omg told the students to head to the Danger Shop this morning for class. When they arrived they would see that it was set up as an obstacle course with a Legends of the Hidden Temple Aztec tomb theme. Complete with a giant bust of Olmec, an Aztec god. Buster was standing at the beginning of the course in his army fatigues. When everyone had arrived he began to speak.

( Climb that wall! )

[It's up!]

When the students came out to the main campfire on Tuesday morning they would notice that Buster wasn't anywhere to be found. Or so they thought. Only those with a keen eye would notice Buster hiding behind a tree. When everyone had arrived he crept up quietly to the class. Even then he might not be noticed. No, the students might not notice that their teacher was there until he coughed and said "Heeeey students."

"Today we'll be learning how to be neither seen or heard. I'm an expert at this due to me spending many years at the Milford Academy. It's a useful skill. You can avoid anybody you don't want to see or you can use it to pick up information. The latter may backfire because you might find out things you didn't ever, ever want to know. Horrible things about your mother." Buster shivered. "Ugh."

"Now, the most important thing about being neither seen or heard is the way you dress. Anybody can dress up in all black and put on goofy makeup to keep yourself from being seen but won't you feel stupid if you're caught? But if you dress up in floral prints and wear a lot of pastels people won't think you're worth their time and not notice you there. Or they're think you are "special" and won't mind spilling their secrets around you." he said. "Hiding in plain sight, that's what being neither seen or heard is all about."

"Also, no talking. I cannot stress how important this is. Some people just can't shut their traps and that makes other people untrusting of them." he said. "When you must talk be polite and keep sentences short. I have gone days without talking and nobody in my family noticed."

"So today we're going to do two activities that will prepare you for being neither seen or heard. The no talking game and hide and seek!" said Buster. "I know you know them well."

"And for homework I want you to hide in plain sight sometime this week. Dress inconspicuously. See what kind of information you can find out from people." he said. "Or maybe someone will care enough to try to find out where you are. But that's rare. The only time someone wanted to find me was to help them zip up their dress."

[It's up!]

Buster looked even more nervous than he did on his first day of class last semester. He wasn't wearing his hook and probably wouldn't be for a while. He was still crying at night about what he did to Warren. He waited until everyone arrived before speaking.

"Heeeeeeeeey students. For those of you who don't know me, I'm Buster Bluth. I'll be your teacher for the rest of the semester." started Buster. "You guys are lucky. I already taught this class last semester so I'll be way less inclined to spaz out and scar you all for life!"

Buster laughed and clapped his hands together. "So, as it says on the syllabus, this class doesn't really have a set subject. So if you want to learn a little about any subject just let me know. I most likely took a class on it during my ten years of college."

"Um, you may notice I don't have a T.A. this semester." Buster said softly. "You may heard that I stabbed the old one with my hook...I was just trying to give a hug."

"Oh well. These things happen!" he said. No they didn't. "Let's make today an easy day and just do some introductions. Just tell me your name, an interesting fact about yourself and what your superhero name would be! I'll start! I'm Buster, I've stabbed numerous people and my superhero name would be Sealkicker Lovesjuice!"

He pointed at the student nearest to him with his fake hand. "You go next!"

[OCD threads up!]

"Heeeeeeeey students." said Buster after everyone had sat down. He was sitting on a picnic table, surrounded by a few cardboard boxes. He picked at his hook nervously.

"Okay, kids here's a life lesson for you: Life sucks. It sucks and then sucks some more. Horrible things are going to happen to you suddenly and there's nothing you can do about it." said Buster. He was going for the "tough love" approach today.

"Maybe you'll get stuck in a low-level office job for twenty years, maybe a crazy psychopath will try to kill you, maybe you'll have to stop a bomb from exploding." he said. "Maybe you'll get your hand bitten off by a seal because your brother is an idiot."

"The point is, something horrible is going to happen to you. The sooner you accept this the less surprised you will be when it happens." he said. "So today we're going to have an activity that vaguely mirrors the lecture but not really."

"So in these boxes are some items." he said. He began to rifle through the box. "Eyepatches, fake hands, fake hooks, bald caps...I want you to pick one and wear it for the rest of the day. You'll get to learn what it's like to be unfortunate and I'll get to laugh at you. We all win!"

[It's up!]

Buster looked ridiculously excited today. Seeing him this excited might be mildly terrifying. And he was wearing his hook so the excitement might lead to some accidental stabbings. He had a board with a giant map of California behind him that looked like it had been stabbed numerous times while Buster was trying to put it up.

"Okay guys, today we're going to learn about Cartography!" he said once everyone had arrived. "Cartography is the study of maps. I'm sure everyone has seen a map in one form or another so I'm not going to explain what one is. You might wonder why anyone would study Cartography in this day in age...well...I can't tell you. I, um, just needed more credits in college and sort of just stumbled into it."

( Map map map map! )
( The scavenger hunt list )

[People who donated stuff: Don't forget to put up a post so the Potpourri students can go in there and attempt to grab your stuff.]

[It's up!]

When the students arrived at the main campfire on Tuesday they would see there were a stack of plain looking tribal drums on a table. On Buster's table there was a basket full of glitter, glue, feathers and other moddable decorating stuff. When everyone was seated Buster clapped his hands (he was wearing his fake hand today) together and began to speak.

( Le class under le cut )

"Oh, and before I forget. Next week we are going to learn how to be neither seen nor heard. So wear something that's inconspicuous." he said. "Sweater vests are always good. Nothing that makes you look like a trashy whore."

((It;s up!))