Today, the Danger Shop was arranged to look like an elegant formal ballroom, with heavy chandeliers, a string quartet playing jazz tunes in the corner, and a buffet of light finger foods. Sarah, dressed to kill in a red gown slit almost up to there, smiled as she greeted the class.

"Welcome to your final," she said. "There are two key things somewhere in this room. One is a suspect called La Ciudad. All you know about this individual is that he or she is a Colombian national suspected of smuggling drugs and weapons, especially weapons. The other is La Ciudad's information drop -- the papers he or she is passing along to a contact. Your job is to recover one or both of these things by the end of class without making anyone suspicious. The hotel has its own security, and La Ciudad does not travel alone. Things could get dangerous."

"You'll be working in teams of three. On each team, one person is the analyst. This person knows how to interpret the papers but must be protected. The other two are both agents. It helps if one of you is the muscle and bodyguard and the other does the investigating, but you can divide that up however you want to."

She pointed off to two side chambers, labeled GENTLEMEN and LADIES. "Right now, you have ten minutes to find your team and then get into appropriate cover to circulate at this event, including any weapons or supplies you wish to carry. You'll each be wearing a mike so you can talk to each other or to me."

She waited a second longer, then: "Go."

( RNG'd Team assignments behind here. )

[OOC: Up early because tomorrow a.m. looks busy. Wait for OCD is all done!]

Class met in the Danger Shop today. It was set up as a shooting range, with a stocked weapons locker and safety equipment at one side and targets at the end of the room.

"Hi," Sarah said, completely at ease. "Today, we're taking about weapons. Spy weapons aren't going to be too different from any other kind of weapon, except that it's more important you conceal them easily on your person. If I was working, I would probably have a small revolver strapped at my ankle and a knife in the small of my back."

She was working. She had that and more. Her hair sticks? Not just decorative.

"Basically, if we're talking weapons, we're talking knives and guns. The main kinds of guns we'll be working with today are sniper rifles, for long-distance work, and pistols for short distances." She explained briefly how the guns were loaded and how they fired.

"I expect you to follow all NRA gun safety rules listed on your handout. The only field rule I'd add is, don't shoot if you aren't ready to kill. If you're shooting to wound or to scare someone off, you probably shouldn't have your gun out to start with. Firing a gun makes a big scene and, as a spy, that's the last thing you want. Right now, we're in the Danger Shop and it's programmed so that if you aim your gun at anybody, the gun turns into a badger."

Sarah frowned at that part of her notes, clearly thinking about it for the first time. "... I don't know why a badger. Still. Don't aim your gun at people."

Shaking that off, she continued, "The other weapon we're talking about is throwing knives. I'm a big fan of knives; they're small, they're light, they're easy to conceal, and if you're good you can use them in a crowd without anyone noticing." She demonstrated her throwing technique, easily making a few bullseyes from the end of her lane. "And of course there are safety rules with those, too. The knives have the same Danger Shop protection as the guns -- if you do anything stupid with a knife, it turns into a badger."

"I think that is everything. You have the rest of the class period to practice with the weapons. I'm here to give pointers. If anyone's uncomfortable with this session -- or drunk, high or otherwise impaired -- come see me and we'll work out an alternate assignment."

Someone who was observant well beyond the bounds of the human norm might notice that Sarah had a few new-ish-to-the-classroom accessories today -- chunky diamond stud earrings in place of her usual hoops, and a watch that looked almost mannish on her delicate wrist. But for the most part, she looked entirely normal in her blouse and jeans, if on the cheerful end of the spectrum for her.

"Good afternoon," she said, once the students seemed to be there. "Today we're talking about tools that spies use for surveillance and communication -- listening bugs, but also things agents can wear on their person to keep in touch with base without using normal phone systems."

She held up a disk about the size of a thick quarter. "This is a standard modern bug. It's designed so it adheres to the bottom of any piece of furniture you want; it can also be mounted inside a phone to record conversations. It'll transmit via radio frequencies." She went on to give the technical specs of the bug, including the range of the microphone, how long it would last and the quality of the sounds it transmitted.

"If you're an agent and you go out in the field, you'll probably be miked. Right now, I'm wearing send/receive transmitters in my earrings and my watch, and I've seen them in shoes, bracelets, bras, pendants ... anything that a person can wear without arousing suspicion. Some watches even have full Internet access built in for quickly looking up information."

"For your activity today, I've brought a few toys. None of this is the highest-tech stuff on the market; these are products made for and marketed to civilians. But they should still keep you busy for the rest of the class period. I'm around if you have questions."

[OOC: Please assume the toys on the tables have brochures near them explaining what they are and how they work. Thanks!]

Sarah started the class by handing slips of paper to Katina, Agnes, Alice, Claire, Edmund, Effy, Griff, Karla and Liir assuming they were all here. "If you get a piece of paper," she announced, "don't read it out loud, don't show it to your neighbor, don't drop it on the floor. Consider it classified information."

The papers said THERE IS CANDY ON THE TOP SHELF OF THE CABINET IN THE BACK OF THE ROOM, so it might not have seemed all that cloak-and-dagger, but Sarah was a spy.

"Anyhow, today we're talking about persuasion and interrogation. It's another basic piece of spywork -- somebody knows something you don't know, and you want to find out what it is. The ideal is to get them to tell you without realizing what they gave away, but that's not always possible. I'm passing out a handout listing off some common interrogation techniques, ranging from direct questioning -- which actually works most of the time -- to 'good cop-bad cop', playing on the other person's emotions, repeating the question until the other person gets bored enough to answer, or lying to convince the subject you already know everything anyhow. I'd recommend you take a few minutes to read through the handout before we move on." She did that, reviewing it herself while the class read.

"As you may have gathered from the start of class, half of you know something now. You're interviewees. The other half don't. You're interrogators. Interrogators, you can use any tactic up to the threat of physical force to find out what was written on the paper. No actual physical force, and if your interviewee seriously tells you to back off, back off. Work in interrogator-interviewee pairs or in small groups. And if you find out what's on the paper, you may put the information to use at the end of class. That goes double for any interviewee who makes it through without cracking."

When the class filed in, they didn't find Sarah waiting for them, but a rather familiar looking priest.

"Hello class," he greeted them. "Your teacher couldn't be here today so she asked me to fill in for her. I'm Father Winchester.

"Our sermon today is on disguises. Yeah, sure you can get a lot of information by the breaking and entering route, but sometimes you're going to have to interact with people. Sometimes you're going to want to blend in, get them to not notice you. Other times you're going to want to get them to trust you, tell you things they might not ordinarily do so. Disguises are an important tool in both situations.

"Say you need to check some medical records -- you're going to have a lot better chance of getting to them without incident if you dress like you belong, some scrubs or a white coat and suddenly youre an orderly or a doctor and no one's looking at you twice or questioning why you're roaming the halls or going into that office.

"Or say someone's died and you think there's something hinky about it. The family's in mourning, they're not going to want to talk to just any Joe Blow about the details." Dean put on his most pious expression. "But a priest paying a courtesy call to pay his respects and offer his condolences, now that's someone they'll feel comfortable talking about the gory details to."

Dean grinned at them. "Every situation is going to be different, but with a little ingenuity you can come up with a disguise to fit. Need to get into a place and have some uninterrupted time there? How about posing as exterminators that are spraying for something that requires an empty house? All you need is to think outside the box."

He gestured to a set of racks full of all sorts of clothing and boxes of accessories. "Over there is a broad selection of things you can use to create a disguise. What I want you to do is to not only put together a disguise but come up with a senario where that particular disguise would be useful. Extra points given for originality."

[ooc: wait for ocd's up! Have at it]

Sarah was nowhere near as nervous as she'd been the week before as she clacked into the activities hall and waited for class to begin. In front of each seat, there was a set of lockpicking tools, and a TV screen was set up in the front of the room.

"Good morning," she greeted the class. "Today we're learning one of the most basic spy tools -- getting in without an invitation. Usually, it's easier to get in with persuasion, but sometimes you have to go for brute force and pick a lock. It's not hard once you know what you're doing; plenty of people have put up videos on YouTube explaining the technique. Let's watch one. That actually shows how to do it with a bobby pin."

She played the video, occasionally pausing it for comments on the girl's techniques, then quickly demonstrated with some of the locks on her desk and a set like the students'.

"You also want to be able to crack a safe," Sarah said, passing out another set of handouts. "Basically, that's about good hearing and patience. You're spinning the dial until you hear the pins fall, then spinning it again until the pins fall again. It takes time, but you can get good if you understand the knack behind it." She explained more about that, too.

"Our next topic is electronic lockpicking -- hacking," Sarah continued. "I can't teach you how to hack in one class; some of you might be better than me anyhow. But one thing to remember is that people are predictable when they're setting passwords. The most common passwords are things like 123456, qwerty, family member's names, pet's names, sports teams, and the words admin, letmein or password."

"If you need to know one password, that might not help unless you know your target well. But if you just need to get into an employee terminal to access a main server, there's a good chance that the guy with the Red Sox pennant in his cubicle has redsox123 as his password. I'm passing out a list of the 500 worst passwords; if you're using one of them, you should probably change it as soon as you get back to your computer."

"For our activity today," she added, "we're going to practice both kinds of lockpicking. There's a safe set up if you want to work in pairs to try to get into that, and a bunch of padlocks and other kinds of mechanical locks as well. There's also a group of password-protected computer terminals -- if you get in, you'll be able to play a game." She smiled. "I set the password."

"Pass in your homework before you leave the workshop," she added, clearly as an afterthought.

If Sarah didn't seem nervous as she waited for the class to assemble, that was only because she'd spent the last decade keeping cool on the outside no matter what went on underneath. Just teaching for the first time would be bad enough, but there was one student name on the roster that she had very much never expected to see here.

( Welcome to Spy Games... )

[OOC: First posted class of the semester! I will pick up tags in the a.m.]

"One last class," Aly said with a grin at the students.  "Which, I suppose, is supposed to be a final exam, but tests are silly.  The only real way to find out if you learned anything is to throw you out there and see what happens."  She winked.  "But, you know, that's frowned upon."

"So you've all lucked out in the lack of the test - I trust you've taken from the class what you could and I've taught you enough that if you needed to, you'd be capable of keeping yourself alive for long enough."

"Instead of a test, I want you all to answer two questions for me - and you can ask me one - something you were hoping we'd get to and never did.  So, question one:  in last week's scenario - would you actually poison the girl on the dais?  And question two: what are the benefits of spying?  What are the ethical considerations that have arisen over the past fifteen weeks?"

"After that, you're all free to go.  I've enjoyed having all of you in class this semester.  Those who are leaving the school, best of luck to you as you move on, and I hope to see those who stay either in a future class or stopping by my office when you get a chance.  It's been a pleasure, and if you ever need anything, I'll see what I can do."

Once everyone had arrived in the Danger Shop, Aly started talking.  The lecture today was on poisons and some of their common effects.  It was one of the longer lectures, taking up not quite half of the class time.

Once she was done talking, Aly glanced at the class to make sure they were watching then hit the play button on the scenario and suddenly the hall was filled with people.  Servants walked in and out carrying dishes of delicious looking food and carafes of wine while a loud and rich-looking group of people dined at the high table, toasting each other and commenting happily on the food - and the servants - as it was paraded by.  It was, in short the same scenario as they'd used two weeks ago.

She hit the button again and everyone in the scenario disappeared except the girl on the dais.  "If you haven't figured it out already," Aly said quietly.  "We're coming at this from a different angle today.  Today your orders are to take this girl out without drawing suspicion to you or your faction.  Poison is underhanded - it's called 'the woman's weapon' in several countries because it's considered dishonourable - but it is used because it works."  Aly glanced around the room, gauging reactions.  "So today your task is to work either alone or with a partner to devise a strategy to take down the Queen on the dais.  Remember all the precautions we talked about two weeks ago?  Assume that the Queen has more than a few bodyguards watching out for her and for any attempts to hurt her and factor that into your calculations."

"Any questions?" she glanced around, answering all that came up.  "Go to then.  I'm around if you want to hash out ideas or discuss."

[OOC:  Please wait for the OCD]

Aly was slightly tan and looking happy when the class arrived.  "Hope you all had a good weekend," she said, glancing around.  "Good job, all of you last week on the scenario. I'm impressed with some of your answers.  Some of you were a bit more byzantine than others, and always remember that less things can go wrong with simplicity."

"So today we're going to be very simple.  So simple that we're blowing things up  - with improvised devices.  It doesn't seem particularly sneaky at the outset, no, but trust me a well-placed explosion can solve many a problem.  Some of you have worked with these materials before in my classes - don't worry about that, have fun and help those who haven't."

"The two explosives we're going to work with today are two improvised explosives.  You don't always have access to military material and you definitely don't always need it.  One of the most common explosives in this word - and also one of the easiest to make is anfo - fertiliser and fuel oil.  It sounds simple, but it's an immensely powerful explosive. A ton or so in a the right place could blow up a cargo ship and the harbor it's sitting in - if you can get it into the cargo ship, of course.  The other is less an explosive than a weapon.  Molotov cocktails - half gasoline, and half motor oil - you've probably already heard of them if you're from this world.  They're easy to make and can do a lot of damage especially against gasoline engines or wood structures."

"What the plan is today is to spend some time discussing tactics with these weapons.  When would one of these particular types of explosive devices be useful?  Then make the anfo into a bomb, put together a Molotov cocktail, and blow some stuff up."

[OOC: Please wait for the OCD is up.  All links in this one go to Wiki so no worries about the Feds.  More explanation in the OCD threads. 

I'm sorry for the recycled class!  I'm starting a new job this week (*flails*) and I totally blanked on the need for a class because I kinda suck.  I don't have internets at work yet *CRIES* so Aly won't be around until 5ish EDT.]

The class met in the Danger Shop which was changed up to look like a very formal banqueting hall complete with a high table lay with what looked like thousands of dishes and silverware.

Aly glanced at the class to make sure they were watching then hit the play button on the scenario and suddenly the hall was filled with people.  Servants walked in and out carrying dishes of delicious looking food and carafes of wine while a loud and rich-looking group of people dined at the high table, toasting each other and commenting happily on the food - and the servants - as it was paraded by.

She paused the scenario, and everyone in it disappeared except a regal looking young woman at the high table.  "This looks like a typical banquet, yes?" Aly asked, watching the class.  "And it is.  It's one of probably thousands of governmental or court banquets that happen every month in countries on just about every world.  It's typical in one more way too.  The vast majority of the food being passed is poisoned."

"The woman at the table is the one you've contracted to protect," she continued after pausing if there were any reaction.  "And it's your job in this class to keep her safe, keep her from dying of poison tonight."

Aly met the eyes of each of her students, making sure they were following.  "What I'd like each of you to do is to come up with a plan to do this - the subtler the better and present it to me so we can run the scenario and see what could happen."

"You are all free to ask as many questions as you like beforehand, and if you'd also present just a bit on your homework from last week - what you did with the spying gadgets you tried out."  She grinned.  "If any of you played with them while you were children, I definitely want to hear that too."

[OOC:  OCD coming up, modding of scenario totally encouraged, all questions can be answered either IG or in the OOC thread]

Class today was in a normal classroom, but the desks were all pushed together to allow for a mound of different gadgets to be piled on the resulting table.

Aly  grinned at the students, gesturing them to file around the table.  "Okay, guys, today we're talking about gadgets.  Spy gadgets obviously.  These are the ones that I've collected over the past few years, and they're the ones you get to work with today."

"The catch though is that I'm not going to tell you what you're working with," she said.  "All the lethal capabilities of these have been disabled so don't worry about putting a poison dart through your neighbour's hand."

"Go ahead and work together if you like.  Choose one or a few of the gadgets at hand and figure out what they are and how they'd be useful for.  Then I want you to take one or two home over the week, and put it to use."  Aly grinned though she was evidently serious.  "No spying on girls in the shower though."

"Next week I want you to report back to me with how you used it, if it were useful, and what changes you'd make to the style or functionality to make it more useful to a spy."  

[OOC: Please wait for the OCD is up]

Having handwavily notified students that today's class was in the Danger Shop and to wear clothes that could get dirty, Aly hoped that everyone would find their way easily.  When the students entered the room, they would see that it was set up with a series of obstacles and a ropes course.  There was a 25 foot high climbing wall at one end of the room and ropes crisscrossed the ceiling in a variety of patterns.  On the floor there was a mud pit, cable walk, and other moddable obstacles.

Aly stood at the edge of the obstacles and waited for everyone to arrive.  "Okay everyone, this class is for a few reasons.  Someone mentioned wanting to learn how to work with a partner last week, and, for most of us, it was a bit of a stressful week so let's play a bit instead."  She grinned.  "At least I think it's playing.  Those of you who were in my class last spring have played with this before.  Doesn't mean you can't do it again.  The Danger Shop's safeties are on so you're not going to get hurt, but work together like that's not the case.  I haven't split you up into teams - you can go ahead and choose two or three people to work with."

"Anytime you're spying, your life is in the hands of your partner, your contact, your handler, your lover.  They screw up?  And you're going to end up hurt or dead.  Today, the stakes aren't nearly as high.  So have some fun with it."

Aly grinned, gesturing for them to pair up.

[OOC:  OCD threads will be coming is up!  I'm going to link to a few different obstacles, then you can feel free to mod whichever others you like.]

Aly was looking thoughtful as she studied her students.  "We're more than halfway through this term," she said, once everyone was seated and quiet.  "And we haven't had a midterm because - well, exams are incredibly stupid.  So what I'd like for today is for everyone to tell me one thing they've learned related to spying this term - and it can be something that was taught specifically in this class, something you learned from a classmate or just an observation you've made over the year."

She pointed to a student at what seemed like random.  "You first."

Once everyone had gone, she continued.  "Now tell me one thing you were hoping to learn but haven't yet."

After everyone had answered, Aly grinned.  "We'll see what we can do about those hopes in the remaining classes.  For now, have a good week, and stay alert."


[OOC:  Please wait for the OCD is up.  Apologies for the late/lame class.  I had an interview this morning and it went longer than I expected and I was all nervy beforehand.  Because I'm a big dork.]

Aly watched the students come in with a bit of a smile.  It was good seeing them again, even the ones she'd seen in Mexico.  Once everyone was settled, she turned to them - and was startled by a sudden swelling of background music.

"...you see, class,"  Aly looked a bit confused at the words as the music got louder.


[OOC:  Please wait for the OCD is up, feel free to have the spirit of music move you in class  :D]

Once the class was assembled, Aly pushed herself up off her seat on her desk.  "Afternoon to all of you.  Last week, we talked about disguises and their use.  Next week is your spring break which means that all of you can run off to wherever you like, and all of us teachers will enjoy our break.  Which means that this week, we have a lot to talk about."  She grinned.  "Yeah, that didn't follow at all, but let's pretend it did."

"Today, we're going to talk about language.  Any good spy should speak at least a few languages that are used in her area of operations.   And by at least a few, I mean as many as possible," Aly glanced over the class.  "Even if you can't speak the language well enough to pass as a native - and don't overestimate your abilities, not everyone can - you need to speak well enough to recruit natives to spy for you and be able to communicate when you need to." 

"I'm pretty sure most of you know more than one language," she said.  "For many of you, English is definitely not the language you were born with.  So.  What I want everyone to do today is to pair up and communicate without using English.  You can use sign, do charades, find another language in common, just no English."  She grinned.  "Why?  Because you all should see what it's like if you don't bother to learn a language and try to spy."

"Until our next class, I want all of you to start learning another language.  I don't care what it is, something that you find useful or interesting," Aly threw an amused glance at Willow if she were there.  "You can consider it homework.  If you don't have an idea where to start?  There's a language club this semester, and I believe one of the heads of it is in our class," she smiled at Inara if she were there.  "It meets Fridays in the library, check it out if you need some direction."

"Any questions?  Then pair up an get to."

[OOC:  Waaaait for the OCD is up! please]

The class met in the Danger Shop which had apparently produced racks and racks of clothes of all sorts and a variety of fun props.

Aly was waiting for the students to arrive and take a seat before starting.  "Today, if the massive amounts of costumes and props didn't give it away, we're going to be talking about disguises.  The whole point of a disguise is to be unnoticeable in the company that you're keeping.  To blend in so that you don't occasion comments like 'I've never seen that person before' and 'I wonder who invited her.'  It's not a matter of satisfying your ego by 'standing out' so everyone notices you.  It's a matter of getting your job done without undue risk to yourself, any of your contacts or your employer."


Aly grinned.  "I love disguises.  They're one of my favourite things about spying.  What you all need to do today is create one using the costumes, wigs, makeup, and props we have here.  You can create it to go with the persona you made up last week or something completely different.  Help each other put together a disguise, a cover, and the reason for the disguise then come show me."

"Some of you have done this before, I know, in my class this summer, but I'm not apologising for the repetition.  Very few things are learned on just one go-about, and almost none of those things are anything useful."

"So go ahead, ask any questions you might have then work together to create a disguise and a cover story.  Let me see what you come up with."

[OOC: Aly might not apologise for the repeated class, but I do.  *kicks non-going off alarm and plans that'll keep me out of the house until 3ishFHT.  OCD is coming up.]

Aly had a projector set up in her classroom when the students arrived this afternoon, and she was waiting on her desk, feet swinging lazily through the air.  

"Afternoon, everyone," she said with a quick smile once the group was assembled.  "I hope you all had a good and uneventful weekend.  There was a Mercenary Convention in town, I hear, and I rather wish I'd assigned you all to go to one of the panels on building C4, but I suppose C4 as a rule isn't incredibly sneaky.  So you all lucked out."

"Today we're going to watch an episode of Mythbusters where they take on stunts done in James Bund movies and see if they're physically possible,"  she grinned.  "Some of you know I think James Bund to be incredibly silly and bad spywork so you can guess how much I enjoyed this episode.  Seriously, people, Matty Damon.  Bourne Identity.  Way better.  Also cuter.  Though I'm sure some of you won't believe me."

Aly jumped up to flick off the lights.  "After you watch the episode, go ahead and discuss what you thought with your classmates.  As a last exercise, I'd like you all to come up with a spy stunt that you've seen in a movie, read about, or heard about.  We'll try some of them out next week in the Danger Shop."

[OOC:  Plz to be waiting for the oh-so-awesome OCD do be up!]

Aly was flipping a lock in her hand as she waited for the class to arrive.  Not that they were doing anything with locks today.  It was just that she'd normally be flipping a knife to pass the time and, well, no knives on school property.

Once everyone was settled and the bell rang, Aly surveyed her students with a grin.

"So, last week we talked about picking locks, and quite of few of you are already quite good at that which definitely warms the cockles of my heart.  This week we're talking about what happens before you make it to the lock picking - and quite a few times after too," she said.  "This would be, of course, avoiding the ways people use to track those who might be breaking into their houses or things."

"Some of you have Criminal Justice, I'm sure, so you're very familiar with the idea of dusting for fingerprints.  Others of you have, you know, watched a police drama so it shouldn't be a surprise.  Fingerprints, stray hairs, motion detectors, dogs - all of these things can be used to catch a spy who's trying to stay far undercover."

Aly raised an eyebrow at the class.  "Okay, who has other techniques people use to protect their things and information.  We're not talking traps so much this time, just other ways to keep people - spies, thieves, you name it - from getting into their belongings.  Anyone come from a world where magic is used?  Special types of locks?  Air-tight vaults?"

Once the students had offered their answers, Aly nodded.  "Sounds good.  Now, if you would, pair up and figure out ways to beat some of these things.  Without alerting the whole neighbourhood that you're around.  So think silent, think sneaky, and think like you only have so long to complete your mission."  She grinned.  "Any questions?"

[OOC:  Yes, there be OCD be up!]

Aly was wandering around the classroom as the students arrived.   As everyone took a chair, she smiled at them all and perched on the edge of the table at the front of the room.

"Good morning.  Today is the first day we're going to talk about - and practice - some of the actual tools a spy uses."  She grinned, excited.  "Lockpicking isn't just used by spies, of course.  But an agent can end up in a multitude of situations where a little manual dexterity is helpful."  She winked at Seregil if he was present.  "Some of you already have experience in this of course.  Either from another of my classes or outside activities.  And for you, I have something a bit more difficult planned."

"But before we get into the actual practicing, let's go over the basics of how, exactly, you pick a lock."  With that she took them through a short but information-filled lecture on picking locks.

She gestured them all to gather around the table.  "Now, these are all training tools for learning.  Take a turn at them, see what you can do.  A third of picking locks is the theory, the other two-thirds is practice and steady hands."  Aly smiled mischieviously at the class.  "And I don't want to hear anyone complaining this is too hard.  It's challenging, and those of you who've never done it before may take quite a while, but I learned how by the time I was four.  There are sets of lockpicks on the table.  Feel free to try out a couple different ones.  And for those of you who want or need more a challenge, I have some much more difficult locks over in that corner."  She pointed to where there was an assortment of pretty much any type of lock possible.  Including one that didn't actually look like it needed a key.

he came back to the main table with a smile.  "Right then, any questions before we start?"  She paused to answer any that came up.  "Now, I have one last thing for you.  Part of being aware of your surroundings at all times is knowing who's near you and what they're doing there."

[OOC: Wait for the OCD as is one's wont is up, yo]

Carrying a bag full of what looked like heavy objects, Aly made her way into the classroom just as class started.  "Hey guys, change of plans.  If you all would follow me down to the Danger Shop?"

She led the class down to the Danger Shop and pushed open the door.  The room was outfitted  like a dance studio.  Mirrors, barre, sprung floor, and all.  Aly waited at the door to make sure every student got in, and none escaped once they saw what was in the room.

Shutting the door behind her, Aly made her way to the center of the room.   "Right.  This wasn't the original plan, but then the dancing on Saturday made me reconsider.  In this class, we're going to start with the most basic techniques and hopefully progress steadily towards the more complex over the course of the term.  And today, we're going to start with the most basic of all.  Movement." 

"Controlled movement, complete control over each muscle is necessary to move silently, to climb well, to fight, to keep your hands steady,"  she grinned quickly.  "You get my drift, right?  It just so happens that one of the best way to work on movement control is through dancing."  And now Aly looked even more amused.  "So, that's what we're going to do today."

Aly raised an eyebrow at Teddy.  "Want to come up and help me?"  It wasn't really a question and soon Aly was reminding Teddy just to follow her lead.  They demonstrated a trio of dances that, while simple, relying on paired movement and working with your partner, not against him or her.

After the demonstration, she turned back to the class.  "There you are.  Pair up, give it a try.  If there are any questions, feel free to ask."  Aly grinned.  "And before anyone asks, yes, there are a number of other ways to train your muscles to control movement.  Martial arts is one, tai chi is one, simple repetition of movement until it's in muscle memory is one.  But I like dancing.  And you all should know how to dance anyway," she teased.

[OOC:  This class is totally all mouthy_merc's fault for telling me Teddy needed some embarrassment.  She also gave permission for Teddy!modding of the not dirty fashion.  Please to be waiting for the OOC is up, my friends.]

Aly was in the classroom early so she got to study each student as he or she came in.  She smiled and gave a word of greeting to those she'd known in the past and a nod to the new students, watching all of them curiously.

Once everyone arrived, she stood up finally with a quick grin.  "Morning to all of you," she said, surveying the classroom.  "I'm Aly, and this is Spycraft...blah, blah, blah.  Don't ask me where the class name came from.  I think Hades got a hold of my submittal form."  He hadn't.  "If you didn't sign up for this class, cooking is later.  Go talk to Lulu, maybe she'll let you in."

Aly leaned against the desk and looked amused.  "Or you can stay and we'll talk about how to be sneaky all semester.  We're going to cover a lot of topics: poisons, codes, weapons, actual spycraft, and we're going to move pretty quickly most of the time so if there's anything you specifically are curious about?  Let me know.  If you're confused or ethically uncomfortable?  Bring it up.  I want to see all of you thinking about this stuff.  Not just mimicking the lessons."

"If you didn't catch it before, my name's Aly.  Alianne if you need to be formal.  Professor or duani if you really think that's necessary.  Call me Miss Aly though, and I won't listen."  She shuddered.  "It just sounds bad."

"Today, we're going to do that bane of first classes and do introductions.  Why?  I like listening to you guys talk more than I like lecturing.  So.  Please tell me who you are - even if I already know - why you wanted to take this class and what you hope to learn, annnd ask me one question."  Aly flashed them a quick grin.  "Yes, I'll answer it, and yes, the question's a test if anyone's wondering."

She glanced down at her attendance sheet and picked two names as if at random.  "Zuko and Teddy, can you two see me after class?"

[OOC:  OCD is coming up!  My internets were flickering mostly out last night so if I go quiet for a while, that's probably why.  *eyes them warily and prepares the duct tape*]