Fandom High School

The Doctor smiled and waved at everyone who came in to class today.

He passed out a written exam that seemed dreadfully dull, long, and boring.

After a few minutes, noticing the distress on Jack Harkness' face, he called him up to his desk, and sent him off to pick some things up at J,GoB.

All seemed like the final would be a boring smelly old test... surely he had something up his sleeve?

[ooc: Jack modded with permission. Preliminary OCD coming is up. Please read the OCD threads for important info! There is actiony crack planned, oh yes.]

The Doctor was waiting in the classroom. Along with the Doctor, the Doctor, the Doctor, the Doctor, the Doctor, the Doctor, the Doctor, and the Doctor.

The one the students are familiar with was sitting in his chair behind the desk.

( The others, however, were elsewhere... )
The Doctor, the one with the ears, stood up after the bell rang.

"Today, you'll be asking me questions. Any of me. I'd like to introduce you to the Doctor, the Doctor, the Doctor, the Doctor, the Doctor, the Doctor, the Doctor, and the Doctor."

[ooc: EDIT: OCD is Up! Come! Play! And if I appear to be slow to ping at some point, it is because my brain has melted out of my ears.]

The Doctor was sitting in the chair behind his desk, juggling apples.

As everyone entered the classroom, they'd find an apple at each of their desks. Once everyone arrived, the Doctor dimmed the lights and projected a bizzare figure with a big metal unit over its chest and tubing everywhere.

"That, ladies and gentlemen, is a Cyberman. One of the earliest models, and the first I encountered. They are not a race of robots, as inside there are bits and pieces of what was once a person. There are from the planet Mondas, a twin planet of Earth that was knocked out of its original orbit. One thing led to another, and there's more about that in the packet I have for you."

The Doctor did, in fact, start passing out a packet.

"The thing is, that as technology improved, their look altered as well. This clunky design gave way to another, and another, and then we had something more like this." The Doctor hit a button on the projector and the shape changed to a sleeker, more silver looking thing. "So, what do I have to say about the Cybermen?"

He paused and thought for a second.

"I'm not going to judge them, quite yet. At least not to you. I have a question to pose to all of you. The Cybermen were created to remove the imperfections of the Mondas race. In order to survive, they said. Furthering the species. Though now, they sort of forcibly improve all the other humanoid species they come across, as well. Assuming they don't kill you on sight. Now, there's a lot of thinking you can do on this subject, lots of moral posing, etcetera. Now I want you to do just that. Pair up, and talk about this."

He cleared his throat. "Is giving up things such as certain emotions, physical sensations, a few pounds of flesh... is that progress? Is that an acceptable cost if you'd then live effectively forever?" The Doctor smirked at the class. "Well? Would you?"

[ooc: Wait for OCD OCD up up and away! Go forth and talk!]

There is a notice on the Constant Vigilance classroom door today.

Class cancelled on account of pi

[ooc: I'm a dork and forgot to get someone to cover class today. Sorry!]

The Doctor dims the lights of the classroom once everyone has gathered.

"Robots. The ethical arguments as to whether or not they count as living things isn't the question I'm posing, but something you might think about bringing up in your discussions. Today, I'll show you three examples, talk about them, and then we'll have a bit of an activity for you all." The Doctor switched on the projector, and the image of a woman appeared.

"That is Sarah Jane Smith, a wonderful woman and a former travelling companion of mine. Fantastic old girl, she is. But in this case, we go to where all is not all as it appears."

As if on cue, Sarah's face fell off, to reveal the mechanical innards.

"An android replica, created by the Kraals as part of a plot to invade and take over the earth. This should strike a similar chord to the aliens from the past two weeks. In this instance, only thanks to someone particularly dashing and clever, was the whole plot put to a stop. You'll find more information on that whole incident in these."

The Doctor passed out a small packet of information. He then hit a button on the projector and it shimmered into something in white, with bizzare white dreadlocks.

"Now this is a Movellan. Sworn enemy to the Daleks, but sadly too similar to them for you to actually want to give them a pat on the back for it. Those who know who the daleks are, you know what I mean. Those who don't, you're in for an interesting class in the near future. The Movellans sadly work on a principle of pure logic. I got them deadlocked, once, getting them to play each other at stone, paper, scissors. They always ended at stalemate, much like their war with the Daleks. They do not believe in morals, but thankfully, they have a ridiculously exploitable weakness."

The Doctor pointed at a small rod on the Movellan projection's belt.

"Their external power source. Pull that off, and they'll start running low on battery, they will. Slow down until they shut down. It's really just a matter of playing 'keep away' with the bloody thing, at that point. There's a lot more about them, of course, which is why you get these."

The Doctor passed out some more packets of notes. Then, another button press, and the Movellan projection shimmered away, replaced with the bizzare form of what looked to be a a man made of candy.

"That is The Kandyman," the Doctor said. "Ruthless robotic killer. Sadistic, twisted, and evil. It was a lord high executioner for a future Earth colony, run by an even more cruel dictator woman who merely wanted everyone to be happy, and therefore killed anyone who acted sad."

The Doctor chuckled.

"Imagine her around here, the amount of 'emo' we get." He did, in fact, air quote when he said 'emo'. "But that's a digression, that is. The Kandyman was a bit of a strange one, of course, being actually bits of confection around a robotic skeleton. But the thing was, he was built to be evil, and he did it perfectly. He drowned people in fondant, fed people sweets that would kill them, vicious, horrible things. And the scariest part is that someone, a human, built him to do so."

The Doctor passed out one last packet, this time with notes on the Kandyman, Yeti, Quarks, K-9, Kamelion, the old assistant to the former Dean, and Replicants.

"Your assignment is much like what we did in this case over the summer. I want you to pair up, and discuss what you'd do in the case you had to deal with some of these robots. I imagine, in the case of one of them, some of you actually did have dealings, and those are good to discuss, too. Remember, not all robots are evil, and not all evil is robots, either. Bring up hard questions, make yourselves thinks. Have a good time, that sort of thing."

The Doctor smiled. "That's all for this week. Next week, it'll be Argolins, folks with funny little bunches of berries on their heads, and Alpha Centaurians, which rather look like walking green... oh, well, you'll see for yourself."

The Doctor sat down at his desk. "Go on! Discuss!"

[ooc: Ripping and ready to go!]

The Doctor stood in front of the half circle of desks, beaming with a smile.

"Sorry about my absenteeism last week," he said. "But the only date of any exceeding heat I had was with a hot water bottle, despite rumors to the contrary."

He clapped his hands and rubbed them together.

"Now one of the things that will keep you alive in this universe is not taking things at face value. For instance, you think I'm just your average human looking alien, who happens to have a rather handsome nose and perfectly sized ears. But what if--"

( Surprises and class await within! )

[ooc: OCD up and ready.]

The Doctor waits until everyone has gathered in the classroom, then dims the lights. The layout is exactly the same as the previous week. He points to a small basket attached to the front of the desk, which has a small sign that reads 'Assignments Here' on it.

There is also a springloaded small gremlin thing -in- the basket, which had in no way jumped out at the Doctor while he prepared the classroom and caused him to point his sonic screwdriver in a frantic manner.

The Doctor then turns on the projecter, which produces three human-looking images, side by side in front of his desk.
( Cut for leeeength )

[ooc: Wait for OCD, danke. Ready to go. Please see OOC thread for a note about the activity. Post'll be open for slowplay in case I paired up people with clashing availability. Please wrap up by Monday evening, though.]

The Doctor rubbed his hands together happily from the chair of his desk. The classroom was a circle of chairs, as always, and there was something special next to the projector today.

A very large chocolate frosted chocolate cake with chocolate chips, fresh from Jeff, God of Biscuits. There was a stack of paper plates next to the cake, along with napkins and plastic forks.

"Thank you all for making this first class of mine absolutely fantastic," he said. "Help yourself to some cake, and once we all get situated, we'll have something special for the day."

Once everyone has helped themselves to the cake and gotten seated, the Doctor stood and switched on the projecter. The imaged projected was of a fellow in a tan uniform with a beret and a stylish moustache.

"That is my dear friend Brigadier Alistair Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart. Or, at least, how he looked approxamitely thirty years ago. He's the head of an organization you may or may not have heard of. The United Nations Intelligence Taskforce, or UNIT for short. I have no idea what their public relations team pretends that UNIT actually does, but I'll state it in plain English. Whenever the world encounters something extraordinary, UNIT is there. Silurians discovered underneath a nuclear power station, Yeti in the London underground, Morgaine attempting to hijack a nuclear missile with the help of a demonic being called the Destroyer, they're always there. Just this past week, Terileptils were attempting to steal artifacts from the Smithsonian, and UNIT was there again, as well as my dear friend, and eventually myself as well. Now, I could go on about UNIT for a good long while, as I was once their scientific advisor while I was exiled to Earth. But I won't bore you with a lot of old stories at this time. Instead, I have something very special indeed. Even more special than the cake."

The Doctor fiddled with a knob on the projecter, and the image of the Brigadier faded away. "Today's activity is merely wrapping up what we've already covered. I want everyone to say one thing they've learned, one thing they'd like to learn more about, and one fact about another member of the class that they discovered thanks to this class. Sounds easy, right? Well, after that, I'd like everyone to come up with an answer to the following question: What is my purpose?"

He didn't even skip a beat. "Simple question, really. What is it that drives you? You're all very smart young adults. I'm sure you know exactly what your ambitions stem from. If not, make something plausible up, please. And as always, feel free to ask me any questions you like, especially given my absence last week. Everything clear? Fantastic."

[ooc: Wait for the OCD, please. ETA: Ready to go!]

The Doctor sits precarious on top of the projector-covered desk, his legs dangling over the edge, barely not knocking into anything vital for the electrical equipment. After everyone gathers, he clears his throat.

"I've been doing a lot of teaching you about various alien species, both friendly and non. But as some of you remember, there's nothing like your own kind to really get you into the worst situations. Really, you run into aliens every so often. It's the people that surround you that should possibly worry you the most."

He patted the projector with a hand. "I won't be needing this today. Today I'll tell you a story of one of my own kind, and a couple of yours. Fellows and ladies who are not the kind you bring home to mother, or really want to meet in a dark alley, either."

( And he goes about at length )

"So that's the activity for today, in fact. Get to know one another. Simple, really. One of you asks a question, then you both have to answer that question. Then the other person asks a question. Simple, and easy. Tell the truth, and don't pry too hard, please. And try and group up with someone you'd like to know better, and don't already know well. Got it? Good. And I'll be happy to play along with anyone who wants to do so with me. No assignment this week, and I'll have reports back for everyone on what you handed in last week with me next week, promise."

[ooc: Wait for OCD, please Ready to go for you!]

Circle of chairs and the wooden desk, as usual. The holo-projector remains on the desk, in all it's strangely cobbled together glory. Once everyone has taken their seats, the Doctor clears his throat.

"We'll start with a bit of a fun activity, what I asked you to prepare for. Going around the room, give me your historical event, and I'll give you the details of how I was involved, as I most likely was, on some level. There's some oranges in it for people who are particularly clever, so I hope you properly thought this out. Let's begin, shall we?"

After the activity, the Doctor was standing and fiddling with the holoprojector controls.

( Evil Robots and Cyborgs! )

After answering any questions the class had on that subject, he smiled. "Now I want you to pair up and discuss what you think is proper ethics when creating and dealing with robots and artificial intelligences. Talk about Cybermen and Daleks, if you like. There's a packet of other types of robots, cyborgs, and etcetera. Feel free to grab one and discuss those, too. Group yourselves, this week if there's an odd person out, form a trio or come and talk with me. Assignment for next week is very simple. Bring back the name of a creature you want to know more about. I'll personally respond to each of those. Not during class time, but I'll write up some info for everyone. Got it? Good. Now go and have a little fun with your partners, eh?"

[ooc: Up early as I might end up sleeping in tommorow. Wait for OCD. Up and ready to go!]

The classroom was laid out much like your average classroom. The student desks had been placed in a circle, stemming from the larger wooden desk on the end near the dry erase board. The Doctor was sitting on the edge of that desk, a piece of fruit in each hand. One was obviously an orange, the other a pomegranate.

The Doctor smiled and gestured towards the desks whenever anyone walked in. Short greetings of "Hello" and "Don't be afraid to talk amongst yourselves" accompanied that. Once everyone had arrived and got themselves situated, the doctor set down his fruit, rolled his legs over as to end up standing behind the wooden desk, and grinned.

( The lesson, plus the rest, is contained within this cut, to save thy f-list )

[ooc: All ready to go. Note about the assignment: The Doctor will be adapting some of these worst fears into the very special final class, assuming they fit into the model I'm working on. If I -do- believe yours will fit (which I won't know until next week, when they are handed in), I'll contact you to make doubly sure you're okay with having a possible confrontation with that. And other than that... huzzah! The first class, yay! Up early in case I accidently sleep in. I'll be around a wee bit tonight, and almost all of tommorow!]