No pirate themes going around today, as far as Mac could tell, anyway.

Didn't mean she wasn't suspicious, and was checking for wee pirates and orange landslides around every corner.

Once the students gathered, the Doctor bounded over to them from where he'd been having far too much fun tinkering with the Danger Shop controls. He pulled his glasses off and tucked them into his pocket. "Right! So. Missed last week, sorry about that, won't happen again." With the Doctor, you never knew. "Okay! We've done introductions and polite conversation. Well, you did polite conversation and I'm sure you all passed with flying colours. Let's get on to rule number one. Something is always not right. Terrible grammar, but I didn't write it, so let's get past that and onto the point. No matter the situation or the setting, something will always be out of place. It might be something as simple as the food being off because someone left it out of the fridge or it could be something dangerous. Experience has told me that there's always, always something going on. The question is," the Doctor mused, looking at them all expectantly, "are you tuned into your surroundings enough to notice?"

He pointed his sonic screwdriver at the Danger Shop controls and the surroundings changed to a space station. The large window that took up most of one wall showed Earth below, looking a little worse for wear, but still intact. The sun looked much larger than usual due to it being very, very old and being ready to devour the Earth in about half an hour's time.

"I'll give you a head start on this one, but from now on I want you to be completely aware of what's going on around you. Pay attention to everything. Someone on this station has been trying to sabotage it. Don't draw attention to yourselves while you try to figure out who. Oh, and," he frowned. "Mind the spiders."

As the class assembled at the Danger Shop, they were greeted by an entirely too-chipper Bond, and some very pretty scenery that would in no way have looked familiar to any members of the class if they were around.

"So," he began, once everyone had arrived. "I thought we'd have a relatively simple class today, and do a spot of cross-country running. Not a race though, it doesn't matter what order you finish the course in, so long as you finish." There, that wasn't in the least bit ominous.

"So, if you'll just slip the back-packs on, and follow me, that would be great."

...wait, back-packs?

[Please wait for OCD up!]

[Roster]

Tyler stood leaning against the front wall of the classroom as the students filed in and, once everyone seemed to be settled, he began.

"Hey. Happy Friday. Hope no one still has a speech impediment from talkin' like a pirate yesterday."

"Today we're talking about getting a job, which you will most likely need if you wanna live on your own unless you happen to have a couple extra thousand bucks lying around. (If you do, congratulations and don't forget to share the wealth.) The estimate I found online was that for an average adult in Alexandria, where the school is when it's not on a world tour, you need to earn almost $25,000 a year. That's not steak and new Prius money. That's cheap apartment, rice and beans, riding the bus money."

"The kind of job you're probably going to get starting out is not all that glamorous. Without qualifications, you can work retail, you can wait tables, you can do factory work -- which is kind of fun 'cause you get to be around big dangerous machinery. And, of course, not many of those jobs hit the $12 an hour you'd want."

"An easy way to get more money, and make your life a little more interesting, is to work night jobs. Yeah, you get on a vampire's schedule but the people are more interesting, you don't have to get out of bed at 6 a.m., and half the time they'll hire any warm body. That's how I ended up being a banquet waiter when I was first on my own."

"To find a job, first thing you wanna do is look at the want ads. Remember that there are a lot of scams out there, model usually means hooker, and you shouldn't have to pay anybody to get a job. Once you find something that you can do, you need to send in a resume or application." He reviewed how to write a resume or fill out an application. "And then you send it off and, most of the time, never hear back. But when you do hear back, that's the interview. My big tips for that are don't freak out, wear nice clothes, and smile and seem upbeat even if it makes you feel like a crazy person. Employers like the happy."

"Your assignment today is to find a job you think you'd be qualified for as of today and write an application for it, using this sample application. And if you have extra time, I will be happy to interview you for the jobs you applied for."

"Next week is cooking, so start thinking about food."

Igor gave everyone a toothy grin. "The motht important lethon you will ever learn ith thith: when the flaming torcheth arrive - and they alwayth arrive - you mutht already be gone."

He led the students into the Danger Shop, which looked like a huge old and creepy castle, with all the traditional Creepy Castle Accoutrements. "Every cathtle hath at leatht one thecret pathage, and uthually they have more. Your tathk today ith to find one that will get you out and thafely away."

[ooc: We have Pleathe wait for OCD!]

Karal came into the library with a definite goal in mind.

Altra wasn't overly thrilled with the plan, but since Karal couldn't read without him, he'd reluctantly agreed.

Once Karal opened the library and set everything out, he pulled several books off the shelves and settled behind the desk, Altra perched over a book as Karal slowly turned the pages.

"Arrr, hi, guys, shiver me timbers!" Lily greeted the class as they came in. "Sorry about the speech, I'm jus' like this today. I'm learnin' not t' ask. So anyway, today we're goin' t' be usin' somethin' called jump rope.

"Aye, they're easy. Mostly. You just hold both ends like so," she said, gripping the ends of a jump rope in both hands to demonstrate, and swinging the rope up so she could hop over it, "Arrr, and jump o'er it. Pretty self-explanatory. You can get tripped up, though, especially when you start goin' faster. Just please don't trip yourself int' a clinic 'isit. Tis' good exercise, too. You can do this either by yourself, or you can tie an end t' a tree an' work with one other person, or you can have two people hold a side and jump between them. Arrr.

"Arrr, and if you're verily darin', thar be rhymes you can say while jumpin', just for an added bit o' fun. Ye'll ne'er get me buried booty!" Frowning at herself because she had no idea where that part came from, she tried to ignore it by passing out the handouts and giving them a second to look it over. "Aye, any questions? Okay, go ahead and pair up, or you can go by yourself. My parrot concurs." If she looked confused, it was because she didn't have a parrot.


[Yes, I used the translator. Sorry for the lame class. I may be a wee bit hung over. Oops.]

Arrr, "our third class may seem late in the game t' discuss dealin' with shyness," Cap'n Conroy Knifenose - or Nathan, if you wanted to be traditional - said as he passed around the day's handouts, "but I wanted you t' get your feet wet on the basics before we started on fine-tunin'."
( Ahoy, fine-tunin' t' be found thisaway Gar. )

[ooc: Ahoy, OCD be up! Gar.]

The Danger Shop was set up like the Salle. The main difference was the giant Satedan in the center of the room, going through a complicated practice routine with a bokutō blade. When they arrived, he stopped and approached the group with a feral smile, spinning the wooden sword in his hand as he spoke.

"Today we're sword fighting. If it's your first fight, there's a handout for you. First thing to know about sword fighting: keep your eyes straight ahead. Focus on the enemy. Never ever look away from your enemy. It shows weakness. Are you weak?" He stared down a couple students in particular as he paced the floor in front of them all. "Second thing: You’ve gotta anticipate the enemy's next move. Always be ready. I'll give you a minute to look at the papers." Ronon stepped away, preparing to instruct them on how this was going to go down.

Chad was feeling pretty glad that he decided to go down to the cafeteria for lunch today, since it looked like there was meatloaf and mashed potatoes, which was a good meal when you were as hungry as Chad was feeling at that moment. He filled up his plate with a lot of that, and then went to go have a seat.


[[ okay, so maybe I just felt like using this icon today, shhh. but, anyway, yay cafeteria! ]]

Today the class wasn't meeting in the Danger Shop.  Following the directions in the note handwavily delivered, the students would find themselves in a clearing with sandbag 'bunkers' at one end facing a large pile of stones and twisted metal.  On the other end, several rows of different types of grenades were laid out carefully.  Aly stood in the middle, trying not to be nervous over her students' first experience in class with live explosives.  She was mostly failing, but the nerves weren't showing through to her students as anything other than a bit of tenseness.

Once everyone was assembled, she spoke up.  "Morning, everybody.  As I hope you've noticed by now, we're not in the Danger Shop.  Which means that the grenades over there are live.  Today is so not the day to fool around or be in less than your absolute top form or you'll be lucky if detention is the least you get."

Confident she had everyone's attention, she nodded.  "This is going to be fun.  Those of you who haven't handled live rounds before, don't be nervous, just be very careful.  You'll be fine."  She gave a short and thorough lecture the development and uses of different types of grenades before going on to the proper procedures for arming and throwing the weapons.

"No explosive we try is going to be the best possible choice in every situation," she said, wrapping up.   "For grenades, the delay between pulling the pin and the explosion means you can throw it, but the enemy could throw it back at you or it could bounce off a wall and roll back towards one of your allies.  So what I want you to do today before trying them for yourself is discuss with a partner or two the tactical advantages of grenades.  Why use them and not a Molotov cocktail that can't come back at you?  Or a gun which has a longer range?  Or would you use them at all except as a last resort?"

"After that, come over and try them out for yourself."

Aly had positioned herself so only one person at a time could approach the bunker with its firing position.  No need to for more chaos to impinge on some of the students.

[OOC:  Things go boom!  Aly's completely serious about the penalties for horsing around in this class.  If you want to get detention ping in the OOC thread, otherwise I'll give you a heads up if your character is skirting the line.  Please wait for OCD!  And this always was in the right comm.  Yes.]

"Mercenaries ain't anything new." Once again, Murdock was strolling around the Danger Shop. Seemed he could hardly ever keep still. "It used to be you could hire whole troops of 'em. That's not so much the case nowdays, at least here on Earth. Or in my version of Earth anyway. Don't know about the rest of y'alls."

"According to ol' Mr. Webster, a mercenary is one who is hired; a soldier who is hired into foreign service. Let's look at that 'foreign service' bit. Back in the old days, people in power would hire mercenaries when they were low on troops. Like a Lord or a Baron, sometimes even Kings. A lot of times, mercenaries were hired so the so that the locals, who were often the farmers of the Lord's holdings, wouldn't be forced into serving. That way they could keep their lands running while they waged battle elsewhere."

"Most of these merc troops, or companies as they were often referred to, operated just like a military unit. One overall leader, several sub-commanders and the grunts. So for today's class we're all going to be part of a merc company." He started up the Danger Shop, which turned into a peaceful, rolling countryside. But it wouldn't stay peaceful for long. "Welcome to The White Company."

(some discussion bits in the OCD, as usual. please wait for the OCD up!)

As usual, the students would come into the classroom to find a treat. This week, it was cupcakes, but Charlotte half wondered if she should have even bothered because somehow she had accumulated a large collection of citrus fruits, as well, which she found in the drawers, and under desks, and a few in her purse. The students were welcome to help themselves to those, too, especially since Charlotte, who was not in the habit of eating random food, certainly wasn't.

( Blah blah blah blah blah )

"Essentially, then," Charlotte concluded, "when it comes to sales, it pays to be smart, know what you're looking for, and how the system works, and then you'll find all sorts of great deals to save you money. Now, if there aren't any questions, we'll head down to the danger shop and you guys can try your hand at finding some good sales."

[[ OCD is a coming has been marked 75% off! ]]

[[ Syllabus and Roster

"One of the most well-known category of cryptids," Abigail Irene began as the students began to file in, "are shapeshifters."

She waited until they were all in their seats before she continued, smiling brightly at them. Her clothes were now straight, her eyes bright and cheerful... and there was still a rather telling red spot at the side of her neck from a lovely sort of pirate lout who'd gotten a bit feisty with her. Her short hair, as helpful as the length usually was, did nothing to hide it, though she'd ignore any looks at it she got. Or smile.

Mike, her small patchwork terrier, padded out to sit at her feet just as she continued.

"This might be a reflection of the array of creatures which vastly change their appearance in the natural world... or perhaps just an explanation for the wildly varying accounts available and shoddy research."

She paused for a smile.

"I'll be covering a few of these creatures today in class and asking a couple of questions. And make sure to listen at the end of class, as there is a very small assignment for each of you due next class."

[ocd coming up!]

Mohinder stood by the classroom door, handing out earmuffs as the students walked in. "You'll need these. But not until after the lecture."

The Dangershop resembled an open field. Mohinder leaned back against a table with an assorted range of projectiles - and a pyramid of limes - while a range of targets littered the near and middle distance. "How many of you have fired a gun?" he asked, looking around for a show of hands before continuing. "Ballistics is where we study projectiles. This usually means identify the gun or bullets by impact pattern, bullet path or striation of the cartridge or casing. The bullet's shape, composition, calibre and casings can all help find not only the type of gun, but the weapon itself." Mohinder carried on in more detail.

"There are targets," Mohinder pointed them out - round and humanoid, "And weapons." An array of handguns, crossbows and slingshots as well as things totally moddable that were more sports-related - javelin, discus, hammer and a tennis pitching machine. "Take a look at the damage, the identify marks that they leave behind. And I hope I don't need to say this, but be careful with these."

OCD is up!

When everyone filed into the Danger Shop today, they'd find that it looked like a small casino.

"Hello, children!" Robin said, unusually gleeful. "Today, we're playing some games. Now, I'm sure some of you have actually played these games before -- that's not in question. The question is whether you're any good at them. Because hey, guess what? Gambling isn't about luck, or the odds, or anything like that -- I mean, to a degree, it is, but what it's about, more than anything? Is knowing how the game works and being able to think on your feet."

She passed out a few handouts. "These'll explain that scary math involved with any game of chance like this, so look them over. You're all going to be playing against the house, not each other, though I do encourage you guys to play outside of class and try to clean each other out. Don't tell anyone I said that. And on that note, fake casino, fake NPC dealers, and that means -- yes, you guessed it: fake money. For today, I want you guys to take a look at craps, blackjack, and Caribbean stud, which is just like five card stud but you play against the dealer. If you want to play something else, by all means, but if I catch any of you guys by the slot machines, I'm branding you losers. That's Grandma's game."


[sorry on the semi-lame class, guys! My power went out and I only just got it back, eep.]

The class was meeting yet again in the Danger Shop. This week they were faced with a sloping wall with levels and ladders and various moving fires in different places. At the top was a bored looking giant gorilla and next to him was a cage that looked like it was empty? It was difficult to tell from where they were.

Arashi smiled at everyone as they filed in, nodding. “Good morning everyone! So this week might be more or less of a challenge than last week, just in different ways. Our friend up there,” he said motioning to the gorilla who waved back with a yawn. “Has something precious of yours, wither it’s a person or a thing- who knows the Danger Shop decides, and it’s your job to get it back but just getting up to the same level of the cage without getting ‘killed’. It’s not going to be a matter of just climbing ladders, the gorilla will be throwing barrels down the slope as you go, unless you can talk him out of it.”

“Other than that there aren’t any tricks to it! At the end of the class there will be cake! Or pie, which ever you prefer.”

[Plz wait for OCD Go for it!]

When the students entered they found the place set up as a rather large garage with a work area set up for each of them complete with equipment and car.

"Good morning," John greeted them. "Today we're going to cover one of the basics of car maintainance -- namely changing the oil. I'm going to walk you through the steps and then it'll be your turn to try." He demonstrated on the car that looked a lot like a certain 67 chevy impala.

"And that's how it's done," he said when he finished, wiping his hands off on a cloth. "Now it's your turn to try."

[ooc: wait for ocd's up]

Making tea, Anemone discovered, was rather difficult when you couldn't convince the sink to give you regular, normal, water.  The faucet had obligingly tried switching between rum, ale, and ginger ale before she finally gave up and went with the soda for breakfast. 

Perhaps letting her open the library hopped up on sugar wasn't the best plan, but she did it anyway. 

The Fandom Library was open.  Beware the hyperactive pink-girl.

"Today, we're going to be a little more practical than we've been so far." Kerrigan had her arms crossed; she was still wearing her coat, although she seemed to have given up her constant battle with the boney spines that made up her hair. "The name of this class is 'The Right Tools', and unlike what you all might think, that doesn't necessarily mean anything that can stab, rend and maim. Passive means can make as much of a difference in the right situation as a knife or a rifle."

She might've shot a look at a few students on the word rifle. "Sometimes, you're going to need the ability to hide. I'm not talking in the sense of what some of you might've learned from Professor Aly; we're talking strictly short-time offensive stealth maneuvering. The essentials are simple: keep cover, make sure nobody's looking your way, distract them if they might run a danger of doing so, and keep an eye out for non-human detection tech. If you're dealing with a camera system, figure out the angle of those cameras. No security system has yet been invented that covers every corner. There's always a blind spot, just like with people."

With a touch of a button, the Danger Shop shifted into a maze of corridors and hallways. "But that's just what you keep in the back of your head. Nothing's going to teach you more than the reality of it. Which means that today, we're going to be playing Hide and Seek." A pause. "In a fashion. This," she tapped a red square on the wall, "is your free point. You hit this, you win. However, if the seeker finds, tags and bags you? You're out. Pairs of two, please. Trade places when one of you wins, then tell me what you learned at the end of the class.

"Now, what are you waiting for? That'll be all."

[ wait for the ocd up! ]

There was a wide variety of materials available for the students to peruse when they got to the pool. Swimwear was, again, expected -- the students had been handwavily informed of that -- even though, today, they weren't going to be getting into the water.

At least, not completely.

Rather than have them enter the ocean, there were low tubs filled with water and various reeds, rushes, and stems in neat piles by each tub. Neat wooden basket frames of all shapes, sizes, and colours were also nearby.

“Good morning,” Juli said, smiling slightly, swinging a small basket in one hand. “Last week we covered basic swimming and, as such, this week we’ll be covering the basic part of weaving. This,” she held up the basket, “is one such attempt at weaving. To create this, you must first pick a frame appropriate for what you’re trying to do, and then pick the rest of your materials.”

She waited patiently for the class to do just that. “Upon that,” Juli said. “It is customary for the materials to be soaked in water until soft—much of that has already been done as it would take longer than a class period to do so—before you take the frame and submerse it in the water as well.”

Lulu took up the lecture. “Start at one side of the frame and work your way around over and under," she said, demonstrating with her own basket, "making sure to keep the layers as you go up pressed close against one another while keeping the actual weaving rather loose—most materials will shrink upon drying and draw your basket tighter." She pulled up an example basket she'd prepared earlier -- the frame had cracked in three places, and the reeds with which it was constructed were tearing. "Pulling too tight now will only wind up with a broken basket once it dries. Any questions?”

“Then you may begin.”

[Wait for the OCD is up!]

Despite the piracy abounds, Deadpool simply refused to allow that into his class. It was a serious topic, filled with very important things that could change lives and--

"Eyeliner!"

--Eyeliner, sure.

"And lipstick and that odd little tube with skin colored paste that looks kinda off under certain lights..." Deadpool just grinned at the class. "Today you all learn about the proper application of make up and try to help each other get the perfect nighttime look."

Or put on make up for his amusement.

One of those two.

"Now get into teams of two and start applying!"

Sam was definitely less than pleased that his clothes hadn't turned back to normal yet. His pants were way too tight and his shirt was way too loose, and he really hoped that no one would mind if he just stayed behind the desk all day.

[Open!]

Marshall was still dressed like a pirate when he held class on Monday. He didn’t seem to be too perturbed about it. Pirates wore some pretty comfy clothing, even if they were kind of hot.

“Okay guys, so you’ve asked somebody out on a date and they accepted. Yay! Now you have to not make an ass out of yourself on said date,” he said. “That’s harder than it sounds.”

( Here is a cut tag. Enjoy! )

[OCD up]