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Superhero class was back in the Danger Shop again today. Having a superheroing final in a classroom didn’t seem right, somehow, even if most of the class had been talking and movies.

“Your costumes from a few weeks ago are here if you want them,” Stark said once everyone arrived. Yes, by a few weeks he meant 7. What of it? Time is meaningless. Especially this weekend. Not that anyone knew that yet. “You can see how well they work in practice.”

After giving everyone an opportunity to change into those costumes, Stark hit a few buttons so the room was transformed into…the streets of Fandom. Outside the bakery, unsurprisingly. “Somewhere familiar seemed best,” he said. “It’s likely opportunities for heroics here will happen. Something always happens here eventually. So today we’ll be protecting the town. Or a version of the town.” A version with actual snow instead of marshmallow and with NPCs being menaced by a bunch of suspicious-looking decorations come to life. Look, someone was still taking that inflatable reindeer attack last year personally and maybe trying to work through it. "A version under attack. Much like last year."

“Nothing here will actually hurt you,” he said. “But it will try. Working together might be wise. Having someone to watch your back, or your side, is always better than not. And watching out for others is definitely heroic.” And some of those decorations were crafty. They'd sneak up on you!

stykera

There wasn't any mistletoe in the classroom today. At least not that Stark had seen.

"We had a little practical experience last week," he said once everyone had arrived. "Everyone survived the Santas. I didn't expect otherwise. If I had, I wouldn't have had you do it."

"That was just one example of something you might have to deal with. Not a very dramatic one." Well, hordes of drunken Santas were dramatic but not in the usual superhero sort of way. "But still something that might need to be dealt with."

"And then sometimes you need to deal with what happens after a fight. Or confrontation. Or… whatever dealing with a group of drunken Santas is considered."

"Last week, some people might have needed help getting home safely. Or they might have needed medical attention. Sometimes support is necessary."

Stark, for example, generally considered himself much more useful as something resembling support staff than he was at doing heroic sorts of things.

"I feel more useful in the aftermath of things. Offering medical treatment, if I can." Helping people die... "What about the rest of you? What sorts of support can you offer?"

stykera

Superhero class was meeting in the Danger Shop today. No movie day today. It was time for something a little more practical. At least that was the hope.

“I was talking to Kitty yesterday,” Stark said. “Kitty who usually teaches the superhero class because she is one. A hero, not a class.” Just in case that wasn’t clear. This was Fandom. You never really knew.

“She seemed surprised we hadn’t done anything practical yet. Or at all. So I thought we could try something different today. We’re in here so it isn’t dangerous. No need to worry. I won’t let anything happen if I can help it. But we’re going to New York, or a Danger Shop version of it, and we’re going to help.”

Stark hadn’t originally planned on exactly this scenario but sometimes the Danger Shop did what it wanted.

“Every year there’s something called SantaCon that started as something fun and and now has devolved into something not so fun. Sometimes people get hurt. Or at least frightened. No supervillains here, that I know of.” Though a villain masquerading as a drunk Santa would be interesting. “Just regular people making poor choices. Drunken choices.” Drunken choices like the sort that many adults on this island might be making tonight after a certain party.

“We’re going to try and help, ah, keep the peace. Get people home safely. Keep the Santas away from other people on this block. Without anyone getting hurt. Not that anyone would, really, because this is all pretend enough that nobody will really get hurt.” And if anyone did, well, Stark knew all the clinic staff.

“So. Be careful, even if it isn’t real. Try and help. See what happens. I’ll be here if you need me.”

stykera

“Last week’s movie was meant to be about becoming a hero,” Stark said once the students who were going to arrive were there. “And then we were going to discuss where heroes come from. Instead we had the little furry blue monster who’s a hero. So we’re back to what we would have discussed without that happening, this week. With the movie. Well, parts of movies.”

Stark wasn’t sure how many movie days he could get away with without an angry moose having Opinions on the matter. He hoped it was at least one more.

“So. Superheroes. They have to come from somewhere.”

What followed were clips of Ratguy’s origin story, which for some reason kept getting filmed over and over. Along with ~~why can’t I remember the meta for~~Spider-Man’s which also seemed to have been redone several times. And then Really Strong Guy Who Can Fly who fell to Earth rather a lot. There were other heroes in the clips as well who didn’t repeat themselves.

“So. Some heroes, at least the fictional ones, are born with powers. Some just have a lot of resources. Some have powers given to them or forced on them. If you have powers, where did they come from? If you have heroes in your world, where did their powers come from? I’m not a hero but I...I’ve always been like this.” Stark reached up and tapped his mask gently. “Attuned to the dying.”

stykera

“The island did something unexpected again last weekend,” Stark said once all the students had arrived in the classroom. “Or maybe it was expected? I thought something might happen but I’m not sure anyone predicted exactly what did happen. I hope everyone is recovered, if anything happened to you.” By which he meant, of course, if you’d turned into a monster of some sort at the dance on Saturday.

“Some people turned into monsters. Monsters can be villains. They aren’t always.” Kitty’s version of a monster certainly hadn’t been! “Villains aren’t always monsters.” At least not the obvious sort.

“Heroes tend to have villains to fight. Are there villains where you’re from? Or monsters? People, or creatures, that need fighting? Someone or something that others need to be protected from? What makes them villains? What makes a monster?”

Things were getting a little philosophical here in Superheroing 101 this week. Maybe Stark had spent some time thinking of what sort of monster he might have ended up as had the dance gone differently. Maybe he was just thinking of villains from his own past when there hadn’t been any superheroes around to deal with them.

“Some things to think about,” he said. “And discuss.”

stykera

It was Halloween weekend, there was a themed dance tomorrow night for Homecoming, and this was a class on being a superhero. At least it was meant to be a class on being a superhero. There was only one possible topic for class this week and that was why it was meeting in the Danger Shop rather than a classroom. A classroom wouldn’t have been sufficient for the topic at hand.

“Costumes,” Stark said once everyone arrived. “Important to some superheroes. Maybe not to others. They could help keep your identity secret, if you had a mask. Or help to identify you as a hero. Or as a member of a team. Maybe they help to keep you safe while you work. Maybe you just like to.”

“There are plenty of reasons to wear costumes,” he continued, “and so many options for costumes. So I thought since it is the season for costumes we would choose some today. Or at least try some out. If you like. Since we’re in here there are many options to choose from. Many, many options.” An endless assortment of ~~moddable~~ options, in fact.

“You can choose what you like and tell the rest of us why. What would you wear, if you were a superhero?”

stykera

“I hope everyone enjoyed Boston,” Stark said once the students had all arrived. “I did.” Except the bit where someone had turned into a bird near the end of the trip but that was all over with now and everything was fine. Everything hadn’t been fine for several days before now and Stark had needed distractions and that had led to finding some strange television programs. That’s what happened when you were sulking about someone being a bird. You binged strange ‘reality’ TV shows from 15 years ago.

“I was looking for ideas for things we ought to talk about and I found another television show. It’s called Who Wants To Be A Superhero?. We can watch some.” Because someone had not actually planned for class yesterday, for some reason.

“Perhaps some of these heroes will inspire you. Or give you ideas of what not to do. One of those.”

Probably the latter. But hey, there were snacks available while you watched!

"If you do think of what to do or not to do based on what you've seen then we can discuss that after." Or just talk about who your favorite ridiculous fake superhero was. Fat Momma? Major Victory? Feedback?

stykera

There were no sandwiches, super or otherwise, to be found in the Superheroing classroom this week. There was Halloween candy in the back of the room. ‘Twas the season, after all.

“Next week is a break from classes,” Stark said once everyone had arrived. “I don’t expect to see any superheroes in Boston besides the ones coming with us from here but you never know. Stranger things have happened. Maybe not in Boston. But certainly here. Strange things happen here all the time. Like last weekend. I was myself. Not everyone was. I don’t know if any of you were anyone you aren’t normally. If you were someone other than yourself I hope the experience wasn’t too upsetting.”

He glanced around the room, looking for reactions, before continuing. “Not being yourself sometimes is something that happens to superheroes as well, though not the same way as it might here. Sometimes they can’t be themselves because it wouldn’t be safe. Or at least they can’t let others know that they’re one person in their usual life but also a hero sometimes. Or the other way around. Here on this island that sort of secret wouldn’t be a problem. Other places it could be very dangerous. I don’t know much about Boston but I don’t think telling people there you’re a superhero for your job would be wise. Or telling them you’re from another planet, or another time.”

“So. Where you’re from, would you need to keep being a hero secret? Or would you need to keep your regular life secret? Are there superheroes where you’re from? What do they have to do?”

stykera

“I was going to talk about how sometimes everyone loses fights,” Stark said once everyone had arrived at the classroom and it was time for class to begin. Was this inspired by his fading bruises? Absolutely. “But then there was food.”

He waved his hand at the assortment of sandwiches and soups set up at the back of the room. “Super heroes,” he said, pointing to the subs. “Super gyros,” with a gesture towards the greek food. “Soup.” That was obvious. “Or heroes.” Another platter of smaller, not so super, subs. “Someone was being clever, I think. I’m just not sure who.”

Did some of the sandwiches have little capes made of cheese? Of course they did. It was officially October now so costumes were acceptable for everyone including sandwiches. That opportunity was too good to pass up.

“Since there’s food we can skip discussing fighting for now. I suppose we could talk about food instead. Since it’s here. Not food fights. Do not fight each other with the food. Don’t fight the food with each other, either. And since it’s here it ought to be eaten. Even heroes need to eat. I recommend eating when you have the opportunity. Sometimes you don’t know when your next meal will come. I have,” Stark said with a small shake of his head, “some experience with that. So, eat something. Discuss why these sandwiches are super, or not, if you like.”

stykera

Stark was back in the classroom this Friday after missing last week.

“I apologize for last week,” he said after everyone arrived. “I was...preoccupied and should have let you all know I wouldn’t be here. I won’t let it happen again. You get a movie day today to make up for it. Well, a television day.” This was probably a poor teaching strategy but it seemed like a good idea to Stark and he wasn’t exactly qualified to be teaching this subject anyway.

“Have any of you seen Bitterwoman before? A superhero show from here, from Earth, from a long time ago.” It had been old when he was a student here and that had been a long time ago.

“I have an episode for you to watch, and hopefully enjoy, and we can discuss when it’s finished. And there’s snacks, if you like.” Of course there were snacks. What kind of class did you think this was?

stykera

Stark was not on a skateboard today and he was grateful for that. He’d walked into the classroom on his own two feet without a wheel in sight.

“Things seem back to normal this week,” he said once everyone had arrived. “Normal for here, anyway. I’ve stopped being a plant in the mornings and skateboarding. If any of you had anything odd happening last week I hope it wasn’t traumatic.”

“I suppose dealing with the unexpected would have to be part of being a superhero, wouldn’t it? You’ll get plenty of practice at that, here. This island is very, very good at unexpected things. Giving us wings, or turning us into plants, turning us into animals, trapping us in holes, or giving us children that might not be possible, or...any number of other things. I could spend all day naming things this island has done that I didn’t expect.”

“That’s a good topic, I think? Or two. Unexpected things and other things you might need to deal with as a hero. Which might be unexpected, or maybe not so unexpected if you can think of them. Does anyone have thoughts on that?”

stykera

Did anyone expect their moose-appointed superheroing teacher to arrive at class on a skateboard? They might have if they’d seen Stark around the island at all the past two days. He went everywhere on his skateboard now. Navigating the stairs up to the school had been a challenge and he had fallen a few times, so try and ignore any minor scrapes and bruises he’d accumulated recently.

Look, at least he’d stopped being a plant before class started. Imagine if he’d slept late for some reason! Stark was already terribly unqualified to teach this subject. Stark as a potted bird of paradise (which he would have called crystherium if he’d seen himself as a plant but he couldn’t exactly see himself when he was a plant) would have managed to be even more so.

“Welcome to Superheroing 101,” Stark said, hopping off the skateboard to stand still for a bit. “I’m as surprised as you all are that I’m teaching this. Maybe more. Probably more surprised. I’m sorry if you expected Tony Stark. That would have made sense. I’m just Stark. Or if you expected Kitty. That would have also made sense. Kitty was surprised too.”

Stark shook his head. “I don’t know much about being a superhero. I’m not one.” He just had a cool mask that covered half his face. Not in a maintaining a secret identity sort of way though. “Neither is my brother.” You know, the twin he absolutely always had that he’d never mentioned before Wednesday. That brother.

“So,” Stark continued, hopping back on the skateboard rather than taking a few steps closer to the students (why walk when you could roll?). “Introductions, today. Since it’s the first day. We can figure this out together. Maybe. I hope.”

"I'm Stark, as I said, and sometimes I teach. Not a superhero, as I said, not even a regular hero. I have started turning into a plant in the mornings but that's not useful and I'm very much hoping it stops soon." The skateboarding compulsion could also stop any time. He was tired of falling off when trying to navigate all the stairs. "I do know some of them though. It's hard not to when you live here."

throughaphase

Listen, it had been A Morning, Kitty was very glad she could phase, and she didn't know what the candy canes were doing but she did not approve and was happy to be here already.

Which was to say there wasn't a lot of work put into what the Danger Shop looked like today. It was kind of a generic metal hallway, where they would gather once everyone got suited up.

"Through this semester, you've been fighting various baddies and doing a good job it, even when they've been getting more difficult," Kitty told them. "I'm really proud of you guys. So today, I want to see what you've learned individually when you take turns going up against one big bad."

With that, the door at the far end of the hall opened and out came a tough-looking guy who looked vaguely like Magneto but with a different skill set.

"That's right , kids, you've got a boss fight today. Good luck."

throughaphase

Class was back in the Danger Shop, which looked a lot like that typical city street again, if you could ignore the rumbling coming from somewhere beneath their feet. It was totally fine, really.

"You've all done an awesome job in facing things like common criminals, but sometimes things get a little... different," Kitty began. "You might think you're on a totally normal world and not be aware that there's something else living there, or maybe something invaded without you knowing. Or maybe you know that you're not alone where you are, and it's important to be able to figure out how to deal with that sort of thing, while keeping in mind that there are homes and businesses and people around you who need protecting. You have to juggle between trying to stop something terrible while also doing your best to keep the collateral damage low."

At that point, a giant slug monster around six stories tall burst through the street, toppling cars and roaring at people who were now running away.

"Good luck with that," Kitty said cheerfully.

throughaphase

Sooooo the Danger Shop looked like a theater today. And Kitty had a clingy two-year-old with her.

"The danger of figuring out and programming your classes on Thursday is that sometimes the island chooses that day to turn you into a fourteen-year-old and then you can't get it done," Kitty explained. "So today is going to be a movie day. However, it is a Superhero movie, so I want you to keep notes on things you'd do differently than the characters and turn that in at the end of class."

throughaphase

"So we were ponies!" Kitty greeted the class. "Or at least some of us were. This is the sort of thing that happens quite a bit in Fandom. Last year I had to fight as a plastic toy. And back home you might get, I don't know, taken over by an alien embryo or turned young and you still have to save the day.

"Which means today you're going to be shrunk down to half your size and you still have to stop a mugging," Kitty explained. It's just for the class, you'll be fine afterwards. Let's see how you do."

throughaphase

Today the Danger Shop looked like a villain's cave lair. There were person-sized cages set up around the room apart from each other. There was a moat of sharks, just because Kitty thought it was fun.

"Morning! You've been captured!" Kitty greeted them. "It happens to the best of us sometimes. You're trapped in this lair, there are cameras watching you and guards at the door. Your job today is to get out of the cages and past the guards. You can work to save your classmates too, or you can save yourself and hopefully I tend to get help. Powers are fine, but the guards are set to attack when they catch on, so keep that in mind. Any questions before we start?"

throughaphase

Still the Danger Shop today, still a busy city and all, but Kitty had the class back in the diner from last week. No squirrels were bribed this time, though.

"So the Halloween Heist," she said. "This is your discussion class about it. I want to know what you did and what you thought worked and what didn't. Is there anything you think you'd change? If you were in both classes, how'd you handle it? So let's hear it."

throughaphase

Today the Danger Shop was done up like usual. City streets, yadda yadda, all fine and good.

"So far we've been learning about teamwork, and today we're going to continue learning about teamwork. Inside this storefront over here," Kitty greeted them. "So if you all come over here with me, to this storefront, we'll learn about teamwork."

Let it be known that Kitty Pryde had been through not one, but two major events in Fandom where she had to pretend to be aligned with the bad guys when she wasn't, and yet somehow at times like this she couldn't act to save her life.

Anyway. Once all the students were inside the store, which was actually a diner, she set out some rum for the squirrels and disappeared in after them.

throughaphase

It was a long story, but it had involved a slight phasing mishap and then some rewriting of a part of the Danger Shop controls. On the plus side, at least this was the last class of the day and it'd be fixed by tomorrow?

This, an email went out.

Sorry for the late notice, but class will be canceled today due to a thing.

Instead you get homework: hang out on a rooftop at night and see what you can see from there and how long you can see a person or thing before you lose sight of them. We're working on surveillance and detail for next week!

[On attempt #5 to write a class you have to accept that it's not happening.]

throughaphase

Another Monday, another Danger Shop simulation!

And this one was a very tall, wooden ropes course, that might look a little intimidating to some.

"One of the most important things you can learn in this class is teamwork," Kitty began. "Maybe you want to work alone, and that's fine. But you might end up teaming up with someone temporarily, or you might come in to help, or someone comes to help you, and you don't want to do anything like endanger someone else just because you like going solo. So today, you're going to get to do a ropes course. It's tricky, you'll have to help each other get across at points, so let's see how you all work together."

throughaphase

The setup this week was the same as last week. Danger Shop, changing rooms, New York city streets, etc.

"Last week you got to stop a crime, or at least attempted to," Kitty said. "And if you don't like how you did, that's fine! There's always room for improvement. So get changed, then we're going to talk about what it was like for you and what you might want to do differently."

That, of course, was not the end of it.

throughaphase

Back in the Danger Shop today, where the first thing the students would see was a little waiting room with individual changing rooms set up.

"First up today, you're going to suit up," Kitty greeted them. "If you want to change something about your costume, now's the time."

And once everyone had gotten changed and ready, Kitty led them through the door out of the waiting room and onto the bustling streets of a totally average, everyday New York City.

"Sometimes when you're doing superhero work, you're doing these big things, like stopping monsters or supervillains," Kitty said. "Other times you're helping normal citizens with something that's a huge problem for them in that moment. Today you're going to mill about, and then, one at a time, you're going to witness a normal, everyday crime, and we're going to see how you react to it. Powers are always okay in this class, if you have them."

throughaphase

And as promised, this week the class was in the Danger Shop, which looked a little bit like a store in a mall. There were parts of costumes hanging from racks, capes hanging from the wall, belts and boots and accessories on shelves.

"Last week I asked you what kind of superhero you wanted to be. It's a great idea to have in mind, but it doesn't start to feel real until you actually suit up. Do you have a code name? You don't have to- I don't currently, really- but maybe it informs what you want to look like. Are you hiding your identity? Do you want a mask? Do you want to look like a typical superhero or do you want to blend in more? Do you have powers that mean you need to wear something more flexible? These are things you have to think about when you're putting together a costume.

"That said, have fun with it. One thing we're going to do in this class is if you decide something's not working for you, if you want a different code name or a different costume, that's cool, you can put something new together. It's the Danger Shop, that's what it's for. You might know exactly what you want to be, or it might take you some time, and you should be able to have room to figure it out. And, you know, sometimes that might mean like, four or five code name and costume changes in a year." Or maybe that was just her. "So today you're going to put at least your first costume together. There are dressing rooms back there, pick whatever parts you like, change things as much as you want, and we'll see what you come up with."

throughaphase

"Morning, everybody. Welcome to Superheroing 101, and probably the only time you'll be in a classroom fir the rest of the semester. Mostly we're going to be in the Danger Shop, working through scenarios and testing what you can do.

"For those of you who don't know me, I'm Kitty Pryde, and I'm a mutant who's been a superhero since I was thirteen. I'm technically out of it right now but still go back to it when they need me. I think I've kind of been through it all by now, and while there are some really heavy parts to it, it can also be a lot of fun, and when you get down to it, it's all about helping people.

"So," Kitty said, "we're going to start with introductions today. I want your name, where you're from, and any powers you're willing to disclose. Don't feel like you have to. And then we're going to think about what kind of superhero you'd want to be."

electrocynic

Electroclash, standing at the front of the classroom looking uncomfortable in her teacher uniform, didn't know the first fucking thing about algebra. She also hadn't bothered to find out much. Or anything at all. As far as she'd gone was a phonecall back home to Jenny to pester her about coming up with a test for her, and all that had yeilded was a cheerful earful about ethics or a teacher's pride or some other unhelpful bollocks like that.

And now there were lizard things all over her classroom. Because that was about as normal as algebra, wasn't it?

"Right," she said, trying to ignore the animals for now. As if they weren't her problem. "Welcome to your final for... Algebra II. Which we've been studying for an entire term now, so I'm sure you're as well prepared for this exam as I am." Riiiight. "So, you already have your papers, and here's... your exam: Write an essay on what you feel is the most important thing algebra has to give to the world."

Yes.

"Also, extra credit for anyone who gets the most lizards out of here."

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electrocynic

Electroclash was slouching behind her desk like a teenager today. So, not much had changed over the course, then.

"All right, kiddies, next week is your final," she rasped once the students had filed in. Or most of them, anyway. Possibly. Had she mentioned she didn't really care? "Which mostly means I am a week away from being allowed to get the fuck off this little rinky dink island."

(DUN DUN DUN.)

"It also means it's time to revise the course or something like that. Now, the SPA expects me to have been a good little teacher and gone through all their previous shit to compile some kind of a revision class for you." A beat. "I haven't. I know, you're so surprised." Much like they probably were oh so surprised by the sarcasm present there. "So, instead, you're going to ask questions about being a superhero, or just talk about what you think you may have learned under my wonderful guidance, and either your fellow studious twerps will offer up theories, or I'll tell you how it is in my view. Everyone in favour of this plan?"

She didn't actually let anyone answer.

"Good, 'cause this'll all be on your final next week." No it wouldn't. "You, in the front row. Begin."

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electrocynic

There was no pub this week, as much as that saddened Electroclash. There was only a normal classroom, with a projector at the front, and their teacher back in her uniform.

"Let me tell you a little story about my friend Don. Some of you probably met a simulated version of him last week – black clothes, Spanish, very gay? That one." And Don... probably wouldn't have objected to that description. "Now, Don –– well, Timebomb, as we call him, once had a hero mission at the Armenian embassy in London. And it didn't go quite as planned. There were a few casualties, shit like that, but Don thought it went all right, all things considered. And then some chump who reviewed it for the next issue of New Power Express gave Don and the whole thing a right trashing, calling it an utter disappointment in entertainment value and heroics, and a mediocre performance."

A beat went by.

"Don went over to his house and carved the words 'mediocre performance' into his forehead with a wire coat hanger." Yes. "So. Today our topic is bad reviews. Sometimes you get them, mostly because some journos are miserable gits who make themselves feel better by saying you have issues with your temper." Ahem. "And that's a further cape problem: how to deal with poor reviews in a manner that doesn't do further damage to your public image. While I do believe Don's mercenary career got a boost from that incident, you're supposed to be learning to do something else. So, I'm gonna show you an example review and then you're gonna discuss what the proper way to react to something like that would be, if you happened to be the target. |Laptop, show shit review.|"

The following got projected on the screen up front:

SKIRMISH REVIEW
LADYTROUBLE VS POWERPIXIE
★☆☆☆☆
Essentially it was Mean Girls with masks. I could go on, but you know what – why bother? Some b-list college girls beat up another girl, none of whom will ever mean anything to continuity or canon. Save your time and skip straight to Excelsor vs. Slicefist.

... The sudden glare she gave the computer could be explained by the fact that she'd specifically wanted to show one of Alex's poor reviews (preferably something where he'd lit shit on fire) but apparently the SPA were having their own fun at her expense. She glowered. "Right," she grumbled. "Anyway. Something glowing like this comes your way. How do you react? How should you react?"

It should be noted that while Electroclash found Timebomb's reaction a little over the top, she still thought punching the reviewer in the face was a valid option.

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electrocynic

Electroclash looked might pleased with herself today. It was probably beca--

No, hold that thought. Sarah looked mighty pleased with herself today. That's right, there was no uniform today: she was in civilian clothes, even if they seemed to have major hints of the grey-black-green colour scheme of her work outfit. And why was she pleased? Well, probably because today, the Danger Shop was an English pub. A London one, to be precise. The interior was dark but sort of cozy, and there were lots of patrons milling about, carrying pints to private booths or the tables scattered around. It was not just any bar, though, and the eagle-eyed among the students would probably come to notice the names of the beers and liquers – Salíne Bitter, Green Lamp Ale, Shazamstell Light, Bottled Beast – behind the bar and on the adverts on the walls were unfamiliar, yet maybe somehow not to some of them.

(Somewhere, Deadpool was weeping at not being there to see it.)

Sarah was leaning against the bar, looking right at home. "Welcome to the Fortress, kidlets," she said. "Today, we're taking a break from looking at superhero problems. Instead, we're looking at superhero downtime, and you're in luck, because the SPA didn't specify what I was supposed to talk to you about here." How foolish of them. "See, where I come from, what we do on our downtime is get pissed." A beat. "I mean that in its proper meaning of 'really fucking drunk'." Because she was a Brit, dammit. "And here is where we do it: the Fortress. Capes-only bar. No masks, no powers, no heroics. Just good old-fashioned boozin'."

Except...

"Of course, this is as fake as Cher's face, plus this is in a class room, so all the booze is non-alcoholic but on the upside, you also don't have to pay. So, your task today is to mingle and chat up some of my esteemed colleagues about what it's like to be a superhero. They're only simulations but they should act enough like the real thing." Yes, even Monkey Thunder. "I would've gotten the real thing, except I couldn't be arsed. Also, this has a higher chance of me being able to keep Don from hitting on you. Now, scram. I have fake beer to attend to."

[OCD up!]

electrocynic

Electroclash had listened to the radio this morning. Electroclash was also probably seeing what she could get away with under the guise of teaching SPA mandated classes.

The Danger Shop was someone's backyard today. With apple trees and lush green grass and the sun shining. There was also a slightly bored looking photographer – and about two dozen cats. Yes. Electroclash was totally stealing ideas from other teachers now.

With a purring ginger cat rubbing it's side against one of her go-go boots, Electroclash greeted her students once everyone who was going to show up had filed in. "Alright kids, today's an easy day because I feel like it." Of course, she always felt like it. "One of the big things about being a hero is publicity. And sometimes, if you're lucky, that'll involve something other than paparazzi pics of you falling face first into a ditch while drunk."

Not that anything of the sort had ever happened to her.

"So, today we're going to pretend you've successfully completed a heroic task – saving a cat from a tree because let's be realistic with your level here – and you're going to get to practice posing for a picture for some positive publicity. With a cat, yeah. You --" Random student. "-- get to go first. Oh, and anyone I hear making inappropriate jokes about any synonyms for the word 'cat' will owe me a pint at the bar in town."

Oh wait it was probably going to be her making the tasteless jokes. Oh well, she'd be buying herself pints anyway.

electrocynic

The class met in the Danger Shop again. It couldn't be helped, it served Electroclash's lazy tendencies so well: why would you ever hold class anywhere else when you could use your psionic-verbal powers to make the room do all your preparations for you? Mind you, it looked like a regular classroom for the moment. Electroclash stood at the front, arms loosely folded over her chest. "Right, kids," she began, "today we're gonna cover yet another superhero problem. |Room, show nerds.|"

Two twentysomething guys popped into existence beside her. They looked like your basic comics geeks – no, really, one of them was actually holding a LadyTrouble comic book. First issue, even. (There hadn't been any others.) That one was gazing at Electroclash adoringly, while the other looked a little more surly.

She jabbed a thumb in their direction. "These are power fans. And they are the creepiest, most annoying fuckers you're ever going to meet." Well, except for maybe some of the more smug superheroes. "But they're also where a lot of your money comes from. They're the ones who'll buy your comic books to bring some joy into their sad little lives ––" The surly simulation bloke glared at her for that. "–– and sometimes you can make a little bit of quick cash by visiting their meetings, which is generally not worth the trouble, and also is not at all akin to prostitution, before any of you try insinuating that."

Someone might have had that insinuated at her previously, yeah.

"So, the SPA thinks you should be nice to fans, or some ridiculous bullshit like that. So that's what we're learning about today."

As if on cue, the more eager-looking fan raised his hand. Electroclash rolled her eyes and nodded at him. "I loved LadyTrouble's catch phrase!" he enthused. "I used to write it all over my school books! 'Honesty, Integrity, Virtue'! Who came up with that?"

Electroclash put on her most patient-looking expression. It wasn't all that patient. "That was She-Force." Eyeroll. Witness the lack of patience. "She didn't realize the thing with the initials."

The fan looked confused. The other one, the surly one cleared his throat. "Electroclash, isn't it true you're only ever featured in the skirmishes section of the New Powers Express these days?" he asked, looking at bit pleased with himself for the question.

And Electroclash reacted as she would to the real thing. "Fuck off, creep." A beat. "You're supposed to do better than me, kids. Now, pair up. One of you is a fan, the other a hero, and then you switch. The fan asks really personal questions or belittles your achievements because you're not their favourite, and the hero's job is to deal with it without punching the fan in the face." Not that she'd ever done that. "Got it, kidlets? Go."

[OCD up!]

electrocynic

Today, the class met in the computer lab. "Alright, so I have a headache," Electroclash drawled from where she was slumped in a chair up front. Of course, anyone willing to bet it was more hangover than run of the mill headache would've been pretty right. Not that those two things were too far apart when it was her.

She waved a hand at the computers.

"Play some ~~metaed of course omg~~ games and we'll pretend it's educational." A pause. "And anyone who turns the volume on their computer too up too loud will immediately fail the course."

With that, she slumped even further down in her chair. Ugh.

[ocd up!]

electrocynic

This week, Electroclash met the class outside the Danger Shop. "Right," she said, glancing up from the magazine she was flipping through, once they'd all assembled. "Here's how we're gonna start the class today: you're gonna go in one by one and do a simulation rescue or fight. It's child's play, you can't fail, but it's important we do this." How she said any of that with a straight face, she'd never know. She pointed to a random student. "You first."

There were several ~~moddable~~ scenarios for th students to stumble into, ranging all the way from saving someone from a building on fire (that one included, for some reason, a man in a red and black costume standing outside the building yelling out "It wasn't my fault, honest!") to taking down a super villain in their gadget-filled lair. And, of course, Electroclash had lied about it being easy. All the sims seemed to be easy, at first. In fact, they were designed in a way that made the students start feeling confident about being successful. They were allowed to get within about a minute of actually saving the civilian or capturing the villain: victory was almost in their grasp!

... Until right at the last moment, Excelsor came swooping in and saving the day right from under the student's nose, probably insulting him or her for good measure befre making his exit with their civilian/villain/dignity.

So that might've explained Electroclash's slightly smug look of amusement once the sims were done and she led them all back into the Danger Shop, now just a regular classroom. "So, before the break," she said, leaning against the desk up front, "I told you we were gonna be moving into looking at superhero problems. Now you should know that one of the major problems for superheroes is other superheroes." Yup. "You may think you're special, but there are shitloads of other equally special people out there, and some of them are pricks who will let you do the work and then come in and snatch your glory. Like you've just seen."

And she was pretty proud of that simulation, actually. Looked it, too.

"So now, we're gonna talk about how to deal with that, the competition thing. The SPA says you should just accept it and be glad that the heroic act got done at all, but I think that's a load of old bollocks. What do you think?"

[OCD up!]

selfhelphero

When Billy had agreed to teach the class today, he hadn't had any idea how uncomfortable he would be feeling. If he'd known what this week would be like...well, okay, he probably still would have agreed to do it, but he might not have said yes quite so quickly.

"Hey guys," he said, shifting from side to side nervously once everyone had arrived. "So, last week, we talked about some of the problems superheroes can run into from outside forces. Today, we're going to be talking about more internal problems, namely, superhero ethics." Billy figured he didn't have to spell out why he was up here, and Electroclash wasn't. ( And then there was rambling. Sorry, classmates! )

electrocynic

Another week, another class. It was sort of horrifying how Electroclash was finding herself falling into a routine with this thing. Wasn't she supposed to hate it with all her heart and soul?

Eh. The SPA instructions were still a pain in the arse, at least. And she was having to consult them anyway. "Our esteemed friends at the Super Powers Authority," she drawled, once everyone had come in, "have decided to divide this class into ––" Finger quotes. "–– 'thematic subcategories' because that's supposed to make you brats find it easier to learn or something." She wasn't sure if it was working but hey, she didn't care! "So, what your thick skulls are supposed to have learned up until now is superhero basics. Names, costumes, teaming up, all that exhilaratingly fun stuff. Now, we're gonna move on to what I consider to be the most important section of this course, and that's superhero problems."

Of which there were many. Though some of them may have only been problems in her view, but then wasn't encouraging healthy debate supposed to be a good thing for young learners, or some shit like that?

Electroclash leaned back in her chair and mourned not being able to prop her be-gogo-booted feet up on the desk for fear of flashing minors. "And we're going to start off easy because I don't feel like doing a lot of work today." What a surprise. "So, I want you lot to tell me what you think might be some basic superhero problems. And if you get it wrong I will laugh at you but it probably won't affect your grade, so don't worry, suck-ups." She pointed to a student at random. "You. Go first."

[OCD up!]

electrocynic

Electroclash was tapping one of her go-go boots impatiently against the floor as the students filed in. "So, as you may have noticed, something fucking freaky is going on today," she started, once whoever was going to show up had shown up. "The dolls. I woke up with one of the creepy fuckers staring at me."

And it had been much scarier a wakeup than she was letting on, yup. Dolls like that were frightening, okay.

"So, anyone who wants to run along back to the dorms to keep their shit doll-free can do so," she continued. Then she gestured at the TV set at the front of the class. "Or you can stay here, avoid reality, and watch a movie. Your choice."

She didn't care. She was going to flop down into her chair and watch the movie and then go see whether any more dolls had been vandalizing her apartment.

electrocynic

"Today's topic is super teamwork," Electroclash announced once most if not all of the students had made their way into the room they were meeting in this week. It was a regular classroom, and she was standing up front with a projector. By the look on her face, the topic seemed to be particularly displeasing to her, but wasn't that always the case? "Which I think is a load of bollocks but the SPA want it covered and apparently they're spying on me through the radio like utter creeps so I guess I have to."

Your dedicated teacher, ladies and gentlemen.

She sighed. Heavily. Then she got out a paper with a big SPA logo on it, and consulted that for the next bits. "So this is different from having a sidekick. We're gonna get to that later. This class is about teaming up with another superhero, whereas working with a sidekick is about getting stuck with some whiny kid who's basically a glorified assistant." ... Okay so she may have been ad libbing some of the stuff. "I was in a superteam once ––"

The SPA mandated projector had about five seconds to show the front cover of the first and only issue of Ladytrouble's comic book before Electroclash snapped in her electronic voice, "|Projector don't work.|" to shut it down. Too bad about the rest of the SPA's slide show.

"–– and it was shit. I don't recommend it. But the SPA wants you to consider it so I've divided you into teams and I need you to think about team names and what your joint shtick is that makes it seem like you weren't just randomly assigned into groups. Extra credit is both are equally stupid."

Ladytrouble because they were both ladies (well, women) and caused trouble, see? Sigh. It had been She-Force's idea in the first place, yes.

"Right. The teams are as follows: Flamemover with Average Girl, Invisihair with G.I. Blast, The Flying Sycophant with Magic Slicer, Magicka with Ghost Hotline, Imagilad with Excelsor Jr. and Guardiangifted with Emotion Taxi and Slightly Less Average Boy." Yeah, she was going to keep using those names. (Sorry, Raven.) And no, she didn't care whether all of the named students were actually present or not. "Get to work."

[~~Wait for the~~ OCD is a go!]

electrocynic

Another week, another class with Electroclash standing in front of the students with a sour-ish look on her face. This time, though, they were meeting in the Danger Shop, which meant there really was no reason for their teacher to look so annoyed, since she didn't actually have to do much beyond verbally telling the room what to do.

But she was annoyed just on principle, thank you very much.

"Okay rugrats, my teaching outline says today you'll be introduced to practical heroing," she announced once everyone had arrived. Or most of them, at least. She wasn't keeping count that closely. "So, you're all gonna put on your costumes, assuming the sidekick ~~is present and~~ has lived up to his name and acquired them for you, and then you're going to do simulations of some heroics. You can do them by yourself, or you can partner up, I don't care. Power usage is encouraged. And afterwards, I'm supposed to ask you for your thoughts on the tasks or whatever. So that might happen."

She gestured to the dressing rooms to the side. "Well, get on it."

[~~Wait for the OCD!~~ OCD up!]

electrocynic

This week, Electroclash was actually there when the students filed in. Progress! She still didn't look like this was her favourite place in the world to be, but then you shouldn't expect too much of a good thing, anyway.

"Okay, my name's Electroclash," she drawled, once everyone was settled. "I can control machines, and I'm apparently teaching this class on superheroics." Eyeroll. "No one bothered to tell me this was supposed to start last week, so... sorry about that, or something. Anyway, this Kaplan kid – who's my new sidekick for the class as of right now – took some notes about you." She waved a ~~handwavily acquired and horribly modded~~ paper at them, then looked down at it. "Not that it was that much good 'coz I'm only interested in your cape names, and you insisted on giving your civilian ones. But I took the liberty of renaming you!" She smirked at them, smugly, as she retrieved another piece of paper, then called out each of their names in turn, and told them their new aliases. Which were non-negotiable as far as she was concerned, though you were welcome to try.

With a few unnamed people left, Electroclash trailed off. "And then ~~not everyone did IC introductions~~ I got bored reading this thing, so the last few names are to be announced." Actually, there was probably just the one. "Right. The SPA tells me today's topic is costumes and gimmicks. It's pretty simple. I give you a bunch of bright spandex and you design yourselves costumes, which you'll be wearing for the rest of the course." Or not. She was fickle. "Design shit and the Flying Sycophant will get the actual costumes for you for next week. And if you don't have a superpower that gives you an obvious gimmick, you might wanna think about that, too."

She didn't really care, just flopped down into the chair behind the desk, gesturing at a few boxes of fabric nearby. "Well, up and at it, kids, you haven't got all day."

[OCD up, go!]

selfhelphero

To say that Billy had been excited about this class would be a major understatement. He'd been looking forward to being in a class about superheroing from the moment he'd signed up for it, so he hadn't been all that surprised when he was one of the first ones in the classroom.

When the period started, and there was no sign of their teacher, he tried not to look restless, glancing around to see if anyone else was watching the clock. When it became clear that their teacher was not going to arrive, something in Billy snapped, and he grabbed his notebook and stood up, determined to salvage something from this afternoon.

"Uh, hi," he said nervously. Now that he was actually looking at everyone, he didn't entirely know what to say. "I don't know about you guys, but it seems like kind of a waste to have come here just to turn around and leave, but obviously we shouldn't just sit here if our teacher's not going to come and, you know, teach us. So, uh, how about this: I'll write down everyone's name, and grade, and something you want Ms. Electroclash and the rest of us to know about you and/or your abilities, and I'll leave a note for her and then we can just, like, go. If we don't do it now, she might make us do the introduction thing next week--" assuming she showed up then "--so we could just get it out of the way now so we can actually learn something next time." Right? Right.

"Um, I'll go ahead and start. I'm Billy Kaplan, I'm a sophomore, and I can actually do quite a few things, but my favorite one of them at the moment is being able to fly." It meant he'd be able to get out of here faster if he felt like he was going to pass out from embarrassment. "Who wants to go next?"

captainliberty

When the class gets to the danger shop today, Captain Liberty greets them all with a smile and says, "Well, you've been a great class. I hope you all do well out there, fighting the good fight and ridding the world- or city, or town, or however you wanna do it- of crime and evildoers. I'm sure you'll all do... keenly.

"So for your final today, you are going to battle a particular fiend we call Apocalypse Cow," she says. "Hope your costumes are flame-retardant." Looking around for their reactions, she adds, "Okay, really, it's just a simulation, but still. Seriously. Flames. One the side of your face, your clothes, the buildings, the guy next to you... Have fun, kids!"

[Heading to work. Feel free to continue to play, mod the city setting or Apocalypse Cow uddering fire at people/things, but no injuries/killing my flamey cow till I get home.]

captainliberty

The class meets in the Danger Shop today, and while Captain Liberty doesn't have any kids of her own to deal with, she's more than aware that some people might.

"So today, you have a practical. You are going to fight Electronimo," she says, and a little screen display shows him in all his blue-suited electronic glory. "He's had it with his HMO and has decided to use this giant ray gun to shoot the hospital and disrupt all of the machines. Essentially, he's holding a building full of sick people hostage, and you have to stop him. He's also got a couple of henchmen who are trying to keep him from being thwarted. You'll work with your partner to keep Electronimo from going zap and shorting out people's respirators and blah blah blah.

"And um, if you brought kids? We've got two choices. I set up a couple of rooms, totally separate from the hospital. One's totally normal. The other will have a little adventure. They won't get hurt, don't sue me.

"Finally, remember that next week's your final. You're going to be here again, working on your own, so I hope you learned something."

captainliberty

When the class gets in today, Captain Liberty doesn't waste any time in things like, you know, waiting for them to sit down or anything. "Inevitably, when you start getting out into the superhero business, you have to deal with people. Namely other people. Teammates. Sidekicks. They're a natural part of the whole thing. Sometimes it works out well, and sometimes you end up looking back on things and wondering what happened to your life and how you ended up with these people."

Realizing belatedly that that might sound bad, Captain Liberty perks up and says, "But sometimes it's kind of cool. So today you're going to put together your own crack team. Which is not necessarily a team on crack. Find a partner. Talk for a little bit about what it is the other person has to offer and how they can help you. Figure out how you can get the teamwork going. Then find another person to talk to about the same thing. If you and the first person know you want to work together and want another teammate, talk to the next person togegther.

"By the end of class, report back to me with one or two people in your team. Don't just pick your friends. That's lame and boring. If groups are uneven, I'll pair you together, or I'll work with someone. Next week you're going to be in the Danger Shop- remember, costumes- and fighting off a bad guy in these teams you pick, so make it a good group. Any questions? Then happy networking."

captainliberty

Captain Liberty is looking better than last week, but she's still not braving the Danger Shop. "Good morning, class. Today we're going to talk about a little subject called finding your niche in the superheroing world. Which, okay, let's be honest. Most superheroes don't have one, and just fight whatever bad guy there is mediocrely and then they all kinda mix together in your head.

"So what makes you stand out? Some of you have powers you can use to help you there. Do you have a goal? Do you like fighting petty robberies more than villains? Do you have a nemesis you'd probably be known for tangling with? Or are you more likely to be seen on the cover of Star in some kind of skeezy love triangle with Lindsay Lohan? I've got a worksheet here to fill out, so work with your classmates if there's something you need to figure out, but turn this in at the end of class. I'm not grading on spelling or sentence structure, just how well you know how you want to use your skills. So... have at it." She's still not cool.

( worksheet under the cut )

captainliberty

The students are again, handwavily ordered to report to the classroom rather than the Danger Shop. "I know, I know, I suck," says Captain Liberty, who sounds a little raspier than usual. "Like you all never have an off month. What we're doing instead is watching this episode of Bitterwoman. And then you can take notes on why the bad guy was campy and wrong, and what you would have done to foil his evil plan. I'll be over here with some Dimetapp if you need me."

[So, so sorry. I have been blech, and between my connection being bitchy and the surprise congestion, I'm flaking. *offers cookies in penance*]

captainliberty

The students met in the classroom today thanks to ~~handwavy~~ notification by E-mail. "Sorry about that," Captain Liberty greets them. "Couldn't get the stupid simulation to work. So that'll be next week, and on the plus side, at least you don't have to wear your costumes, right?" It might be clear she's a little bit frustrating about the stupid simulation.

"Every villain has a plan. Usually they're diabolical, or at least they're called diabolical while the superhero's standing there going 'Seriously?' You get used to it," she assures them. "These plans are most likely things like trying to throw down some wrath on a city by using some sort of machine created by some scientist with too much time on his hands, or trying to carve your name into the moon. They don't always make sense, which is why you have to slap the bad guy's hand and say "NO", because people should not suffer from their overblown stupidity.

"Today you're going to pair up again, and each of you will come up with some sort of diabolical plan. Be as creative as possible- the real bad guys will be. The other person will try to find holes in your plan and figure out how to foil you. Then you get to switch off. You know the drill by now."

And while they're working, she'll spend her time stewing about technology.

[So after finally getting class together... AppleWorks crashed and I lost it. I give up. Sorry, guys.]

Current Mood: frustrated

captainliberty

"Welcome back. You all look non-wombatty today," says Captain Liberty when the students have all taken their seats. "If you'd pass up your homework, we can get started. Now, today we're going to talk about the absolute fun that is dealing with the bad guys. Seriously, less fun than you'd expect sometimes.

"We have your ordinary bad guys, the ones who rob banks and steal purses. They are often more easily taken care of by superhero types. Most often apprehended with little to no violence, they spend some time- usually around three to five- and get out only to do it again. The repeat offenders get kind of tiresome," she says, waving a hand dismissively.

"Then we have your supercriminal. He is costumed, because the fact is, he's got a secret identity, too. I'm not really sure why. Your average villain doesn't seem like enough of a people person to have a personal life, but whatever," Captain Liberty says. "He might also be covering for a physical deformity or quirk that's made him who he is today. This would be the guy who decides to do things on a broader, less petty scale. Usually. He usually has minions who do his dirty work for him, helping him get away with plans such as, I don't know, unleashing terror gas on a city. They usually have the same purpose as the regular ol' criminal, only with a much longer and more involved backstory that led him down this road, which is usually a load of crap anyway and it's just an excuse to be an ass. Either way, he can still be defeated.

"What you're going to do today is get into groups of four. Each group will have one supervillain scenario, and you'll discuss what the most likely course of action would be in defeating them. In theory, you'd be going at this alone, so consider everyone else your sounding board. Remember, you're not trying to kill them, just arrest them, but you're more than free to use any powers you have. Pay attention, because next week you'll be in the Danger Shop, back in costume, for practical exercise number two."

captainliberty

Once the class has settled in, Captain Liberty gives them all a smile and says, "Welcome back. Hope you all had a good break, because it's over now and you're not getting it back. Haha. Lucky for you guys we have a pretty easy class today." Though it's said in a way that might make the students question that statement.

"I've said before that a good portion of superheroing is trying to come off in a good light. You might think you're just doing your job, or doing the right thing, but there's more to it than that," she continues. "The things you do can be really public, and will attract attention. Reporters will write about your actions, kids might want to dress up as you for Halloween, and let's not even think of people trying to spin things weird during an election year." Pausing, remembering her background, she says, "Pretend I didn't say that. The fact of the matter is, a lot of people don't want to be saved by someone they think is a jerk.

"Now, for today's class, we're going to have you be interviewed by a real reporter. Your job is to put your best foot forward. It's just that easy," Captain Liberty smiles. "Now, I'd like you all to welcome someone a few of you might know, Rita Skeeter."

Once class is getting up to leave, Captain Liberty calls, and for homework, I just want you all to give me a paragraph or two on how your interview went, and how you'd handle it next time. Bye."

[OCD a'~~coming~~ up!]

captainliberty

Captain Liberty is clearly not in a very happy mood when class starts. "So I'd like to share a little tip with all of you on how to protect your secret identity: DON'T BE FIVE. That being said, anyone who brings this weekend up to me is getting soooo much detention. Now pass up your homework.

"Now," she continues, passing around a handout. "This was supposed to be next week's lesson, but I switched it. Because I wanna. So there are going to be times that you don't come off looking so good in the press. And the fact is, the press is really important. You look in any newspaper and they're going to report all the crimes. There are even police blotters detailing arrests. Studies are done on statistics, there are sociology reports on crime... Really, you get into crimefighting and you're putting yourself out there. Even if you're not really in the public eye, people will watch what you do, and there'll always be one person complaining that what you did was wrong or not good enough, and they'll be the most vocal. Sucks, huh? Now just imagine what would happen if they found out something more personal about you, like, randomly, say pictures in a men's magazine. It can even be something way smaller than that. Something you wouldn't even normally notice. You have to find a way to deal with it without damaging yourself or your reputation. Worse, at least.

"What you've got in front of you is a list. You've all been randomly given a prompt, something you've gotten in trouble for with the press. Now, these aren't all things that would happen while fighting crime. To be honest, I kind of just went through In Touch magazine and swiped stuff that happened to celebrities. Just run with it, it's only practice. You're going to pair up, one of you playing a reporter who's quizzing a superhero about this horrible thing that happened or didn't happen but it's in the newspapers anyway. Once you've either come to a reasonable conclusion, switch places. Any questions? Good."

( the handout )

captainliberty

As stated in Captain Liberty's E-mail, class is in the Danger Shop this week. "Hope you all remembered your costumes," she greets them. "Because this week you're going to get to work in them. Just a warning, you will be seeing weapons in this class, but they can't actually hurt you."

The room is set up to look like a bank on a regular old Tuesday morning. There are three tellers at the windows, a manager wandering around behind them, and about ten people inside the bank in line. Suddenly the doors open and a man in a ski mask walks in with a gun, yelling "Everybody down!"

That's when Captain Liberty pauses the simulation. "So what you're going to do in this class is try to stop the robbery. You don't have any weapons on your person. At least as far as I know and if you do, Princess Powerful is going to have to give you a detention slip," she says. "You'll go one at a time, make your entrance from the outside, and you can do whatever you need to in order to stop this. Use words, use any powers you have if you want, find something to use as a weapon if you need to. Just remember there are a lot of innocent people standing around. If you don't do that great, the simulation will stop and it's the next person's turn. Any questions?"

Once everyone had taken their turn with the simulation, she says, "Okay, guys, that's it for this week. For next week, I'd just like you to write up a little thing on what you think you did well and what you think you could have done better."

[The bank is totally moddable. Anything you'd normally find there should be in this one. No one's in danger of getting hurt, so everyone should be fine.
This is going up earlyish because I have to spend a huge chunk of tomorrow at work. I'll be around till late tonight, early tomorrow morning, and then pick up pings after work tomorrow.]>small>

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