Sabine Wren

Today, the students would find...a rack of hammers.

"Fear not," Thor assured them. "You will not be judged on technique." At least not out loud. "Today is merely about familiarizing yourself with another form of weaponry. That it is my preferred weapon is irrelevant." Uh-huh. "We have a variety of options here, from true warhammers to smaller mallets, as a warhammer is quite heavy. You will note that my Mjolnir looks somewhat different from any of these; that is because it was forged with a shorter handle than is typical. If you would like to know the reason, perhaps you should ask Dr. Blake." Thor smiled, wry. "Norse mythology is his field of expertise this semester, I believe. So. Find a hammer that feels good to you and take a few swings at the practice dummies. See what you can learn by doing, and I will aid you as I can."

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Rey had been gone last weekend, and she'd returned with a shiny new holocron. Well, it was not shiny or new but like most of her things, it was simply new to her. She'd gotten through some of it earlier in the week, but it was slow going when she'd been making notes as she went.

She'd brought it to the warehouse today, both so Anakin could see it, and because she actually did need to get through it all.

[Open!]

totalwildcard posting in

Harley was in good spirits this particular Friday, humming along to the radio as she hustled and bustled around the place. A box had come in with a bunch of random extremely nineties things in it, and that meant Harley was working on a new retro window display, and adding stuff to the tiny vintage clothing section, and also trying things on from said vintage clothing section.

Yes, all those three things were absolutely necessary, and not just the result of Harley having a particularly bouncing-off-of-walls kind of day with her attention span.

Honest!

(open!)

heroic_jawline posting in

"As we learned last week, weather and exuberant dogs are a muddy disaster," Steve said, "and with breeds this smart, sometimes getting them to focus and stay still enough to wash them off can be more strenuous than any obstacle you run through."

Thus the obstacle course made of everyday items behind them. "The bathtub's in the middle. Of the three dogs, none of them love it. They will go in three different directions when they hear that 'b' word."

"Which means we have to be creative with it," Tony said. "Strategic. Also, use the help available. Meaning all of you. I'm not sorry at all."

Steve shot him an affectionate grin. "Of course you're not. Fastest student to get one of the dogs into the bathtub wins. Ready...go!"

heroic_jawline posting in

Good morning, everyone, it's Steve Rogers with the news of yesterday. First off, the news of today--happy anniversary to my husband Tony.

*chittering*

No, we didn't get married on Friday the 13th. We got married on Saturday the 13th.

*dubious chittering*

I wasn't asking your opinion, pal. Let's get to classes. Norse Mythology finally got to Loki and my friend Bruce's assessment that his mind's a bag of cats remains correct. Sorry, Thor. Cinema Studies watched a relaxing film about tornados destroying everything and the idiots who chase them, and Liliana taught her class what happens when you mix red and white mana.

*chittering*

No, apparently it's not candy canes. In the library, the gremlins were weeding out old books

In town, the Supper Club was out for steaks at Outback, Thor was lost in thought at the Devil's Nest, and Steven was humming at the museum.

And that's everything! I'll see my students soon--the rest of you, have a good weekend.

stykera posting in

“This week I wanted to find cupcakes from another planet in some universe,” Stark said. “But I haven’t found a recipe yet that I will think will work here.” Some of them were likely extremely toxic to humans. Maybe to Baniks as well. Stark didn’t really want to test that out just yet.

“So instead I’ve decided to have a movie day. TV day, really. It’s an episode of a show I used to watch here, called Cupcake Wars. This episode was about space. A space shuttle, which they used to have on this world but they don’t anymore, I don’t think, but they weren’t like ships where I’m from…right. So. They had to make cupcakes themed for space. And also for the United States and Russia because they have the most people who’ve gone to space from here, I think.”

Stark sighed softly. “One of the cupcakes are made from borscht. I haven’t made one of those but I do have some of the peanut butter ones.”

No borscht. Frightening cupcakes were for other classes, not this one.

“So, please feel free to eat. I have the recipes from the episode if you want to try making any of them another time. Or just to look at. For now…just enjoy the episode of the show?”

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There was a cart marked WEEDED near the circulation desk. Belle wasn't sure where it had come from. She didn't recognize any of the books on it either, or the towering stack of books between 2 gremlins at a table.

They were gleefully crossing out barcodes and adding red DISCARDED stamps to the books before tossing them at the cart.

Belle hoped the books were meant to be added but if they weren't that was certainly something best dealt with by the librarian himself rather than by her.

mustbeawitch posting in

It was time, Lydia felt, to once again explore the cuisine of Australia!

No, she had not yet gotten the memo that this was not authentic Australian food, and would be very disappointed, should she ever find herself in Melbourne, not to find Bloomin' Onions aplenty, but that was a problem for Future Lydia. Tonight, she and her friend would eat steak.

Welcome to Supper Club, everyone! The island's Outback Steakhouse is open!

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Thor was in a mood tonight at the Devil's Nest. He seemed to be mad at someone? Maybe someone who had talked about his nephew as if there was something strange in Thor's brother seducing a stallion and giving birth to a foal? But that was silly, Thor hadn't even been present for that class, just like Don wasn't present at the bar to be mad at.

(Don, for his part, was staying in the void and quiet. He wasn't having this fight when it was objectively weird, Thor.)

The Devil's Nest was open, and Tiny kept glancing at the blank specials board as if wondering if Thor planned to put anything on it or not.

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"Okay," Don said with great reluctance, "let's talk about Loki." ( Did they have to? )

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Well, the class was set up for a cozy movie day once again. Because that was the class.

"So, spring weather is a bit crazy," Jane said with a helpless shrug.

"Doubly so in this place," Cara added dryly.

"So, we're going with a movie to help with that!" No, not Sharknado. Not again.

No sharks in this one. Just cows.

wrongkindofsith posting in

Looks like everyone was still recovering from being social because I have just been handed a post-it.

Up at the School, The Long Con played pool, while Creative Writing watched a movie.

Otherwise, both the Dorms and Town were quiet.

deathsmajesty posting in

Once again, class found themselves on a long bridge, staring down, down, down into the depths. However, this bridge wasn't built among the clouds, but instead at ground level, arching over a massive gorge carved deep within the earth. Carved into the sheer cliff walls are clusters of buildings interspersed with the excavated faces of truly enormous stone statues. Beneath the steady stone bridge they were standing upon, the area beneath them crisscrossed by other rope and slat bridges that ran the gamut from 'serviceable' to 'visibly treacherous.'

"Welcome to Lorehold, one of the four Colleges that make up my alma mater, Strixhaven University," she said. "I graduated from Witherbloom, the College that pairs black and green together, but we're visiting Lorehold to continue our exploration of white mana pairings, this one, red and white."

( Practice compassion and mercy. But know when they must end.--Boros Legion )

"White/red's other major failstate is that the line between conviction and zealotry is thin--thinner than most people think. And you often do not know that you've crossed it until you are very, very far down the other side. White/red is one of the pairings best suited for committing atrocities. A man doing evil in the name of good often will not stop because he truly believes his actions are not only justified, but righteous. In Ravnica, the Boros Legion is the Guild that is centered in white/red, and they are the plane's police force. In theory, they exist to keep people safe, to protect those who need it, but the Legion is made up of people, and even ignoring those who corrupt the badge, even those who truly believe can let themselves get swept away by the idea that because their aims are good, so are their methods, and thus everything is permitted when it comes to carrying out those aims, and they are infallible when it comes to deciding what is necessary." That's right, Liliana said ACAB. "White/red is also the color of wrath, the kind of single-minded fury that can blind them to anything else until it has run its course."

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It had been a pleasant week all told. Steven and Llewellyn had spent Steven's birthday with a nice dinner, a show, and time in a lovely hotel. And of course the night before that Llewellyn and Marc had done what was their tradition of coincidentally doing something that had nothing to do with what was happening the next day.

41 years now. At least by the reckoning of calendars and the year back home, which was what Marc and Steven went by since, well, it was their home. It was the amount of chronological time the body had existed at the very least. Steven tried not to linger on the question of how long he -

Well, again, he tried not to linger.

In any event, it had been a pleasant birthday earlier in the week and now he was back at work and happy to be so. All told it wasn't what he would have pictured for himself if you'd asked him as a child what his life would look like at this age. But it was the life he had and it had many things in it that he appreciated. Who could want more than that?

The contentment was why Steven was humming songs to himself - ones from the symphony he and Llewellyn had seen - as he worked. He was interruptible for visitors, of course.

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talentforlying posting in

Class met in the Danger Shop today, which was modified to resemble a pool hall.

"Welcome to the unofficial Land of the Hustle," Constantine proclaimed, spreading his arms wide. "Today, we're learning how to shoot pool and take the money of idiots with more money than sense."

"Pool hustlers use deception and misdirection in order to win cash from inexperienced players -- or from skilled players inexperienced with the world of hustling. Now, there's a few different options for a skilled hustler, and some things to watch out for if you don't want to end up the wrong side of the bet."

"A hustler will usually play with a low-quality 'house' cue stick provided by the pool hall, or an unadorned but high-quality personal cue that looks like one, known as a 'sneaky pete.' Or, with the nascence of local competitive league play in recent years, may play with a flashy-looking but evidently low-end personal cue, to give the impression that the hustler is a beginning league player. They will typically play a game or two for 'fun' or for low bets -- a beer or equivalent amount of cash -- in order to check out the opponent and give the impression that money can easily be won, often losing on purpose with the intent of winning a much larger wager later against a predictably overconfident opponent. This is known as sandbagging or dumping."

"They will pocket some difficult and impressive shots or make surprisingly secure safety shots, the ones crucial for winning, while missing many simple ones, thus making early victories appear to be sheer luck and may pretend to be intoxicated, unintelligent, or otherwise impaired. When betting on trick shots, they may intentionally miss the first or several times and lose a small amount, then raise the bet to an amount well beyond the loss and succeed at the well-practiced feat."

"Many of these ploys can easily be mistaken for the honest faults of a less-than-exceptional player. The engendered doubt and uncertainty is what allows hustling to succeed, with the 'mistakes' ceasing when a significant amount of money is at stake."

"Americans are partial to Eight-ball, so we'll start with that," he said, ~~handwavily~~ going over the rules. "So grab a partner, and work on your game."

good_for_six posting in

The projector was set up in the classroom today, which could only mean one thing.

"Creative writing actually take many forms," Aphra told the class as she looked for the remote, which you'd think she wouldn't have lost track of in five minutes, but you'd be surprised.

"I'm extremely fond of dirty limericks myself," Isabela said, surprising absolutely no one. "Which is why we'll be watching a film about a famous poet."

stykera posting in

So many notes today. I like it better when Wednesday mornings are short but…I suppose this will keep me busy for a bit.

So. Yesterday was much busier than usual but classes were mostly the same at the school. There were no teachers for Ethics and a movie for Basic Training.

Still nothing from the dorms but the porg helped with the party, it seems. That’s good. There is so much from the party and it makes him happy to be useful.

So, on to the town. Most things happened at Caritas but Sairis was selling charms at Liliana’s shop.

Everything else happened at Kitty’s Icebreaker Party which only had ice in the drinks. I think.

There were specials at the bar. Caleb, Flint, Henry, Henry, Arden, Adrian’s cat Boston (or is Adrian Boston’s person?), Jon, and Raiden all got drinks. Steve and Bucky discussed dinosaurs and the squirrels are snickering at that. Pam had a drink and talked to Rey about not playing the game and Adrian about swamps and groves. Liliana had a lovely dress which Jon noticed before discussing the trip. Sairis didn’t even make it into the back room before Harley wanted to know what squares he could fill.

And then there was the game where we all tried to fill our cards, with varying success.

( So much icebreaking bingo )

Does anyone like the cold? Kitty, why did you put that on the card? Did you know nobody would ever be able to mark off that space?

Right. Well. That was a lot of notes and I’m going to get a coffee now. But perhaps we ought to do something similar sometime in the future.

I hope you all enjoy your Wednesdays.

knightinshinarmor posting in

Gambit was, in fact, absolutely late getting to class today.

"Right," he said, not missing a beat as he strode across the otherwise unprogrammed room and hit some buttons. A movie theater appeared around them, with a little cliche popcorn bucket and soda cup dancing on the screen. "Movie day. Have fun. Try not to learn anything stupid."

He was such a good teacher. No really!

sairis posting in

Sairis rushed in a little late, having spent too much time reading during class, but got everything up and running efficiently, and even carefully made a bit of tea.

He had enough charms and things by now that he was confident in offering them up, so he placed a sign in the window:

Charms for sale or barter: fertility, anti-fertility, luck, focus
Others by commission. No curses.

sith_happened posting in

Your teachers were no where to be found at the time class was scheduled to begin.

Yes, your Ethics teachers were checking to see how long you'd stay.

Yes, they were watching.

[OOC: class delayed on account of worldwide political strife...]

afraid_of_marshmallows posting in

What up, island? It's me, ya girl Arden Finch, reminding you not only about yesterday's news but also Ms. Pryde-Barton's party tonight at Caritas. I'll be there, who am I gonna see tonight?

But, before we get to tonight, let's talk about yesterday, starting with School. Squirrel! had us napping and, honestly, that's a great start to any school day. Then Beginning Gourmet Cooking Techniques brought us to a butcher shop to learn different cuts of meat. And, of course, Tasks were warned to not open their assignments? And there's something about milk and microwaves? The squirrels aren't giving a lot of detail, but uh. Don't nuke your milk, kids, a little tip from me.

No Dorms, I bet Lydia is making a mint selling y'all privacy charms, but in Town, there were new kittens born at Furnado - awww! - and a ball on display at Infinite Constortium. What kind of ball? Nobody knows? Okay, sure, I'm sorry I asked. The staff at the Clinic was dealing with the time shift the same way we all do: poorly.

But that's all I've got for you today, so good luck and have fun, Fandom! This is ya girl, Arden Finch, signing off and leaving you with a little music to get you in the party mood for tonight: Party Rock Anthem by LMFAO, Lauren Bennett, and GoonRock. Bye for now, Fandom!

okteiviakom

Walks remained an important part of Octavia's daily private island routine. But this morning it was a little... different.

Because Lucifer was with her. And he was not a woods person, so that made the moment a little more special. (Also meant there was unlikely to be any tree hugging. And that Octavia was more likely to keep to the actual paths.)

"You good so far?" she asked, once they'd made it out far enough that the woods had fully enveloped them.

[ooc: NFB due to distance, and for the other guy, this time.]

throughaphase posting in

Kitty had put a lot of thought into the party tonight, so she'd tried to give people conversation starters for the icebreaker party. So there were random decorative fish hanging from the ceiling. Just a nonsense thing people might comment on. And there were plenty of drinks!

SPECIALS
New Friend
Old Friend
Flirtini
Public Enemy #1

And upon arriving, everyone would be able to grab a pen and a bingo card, which had very simple instructions:

Find people who can check off the squares!
Write their names down, get a bingo!
Person with the most bingos gets their tab cleared for the night!

Come one, come all! Strike up some conversations! Make some friends! At least learn some names!

stykera posting in

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Stark had extra strong coffees for everyone at the clinic today on account of the time change. He, after all these years, did not understand the reasoning behind it.

"Extra caffeeine," he said, placing the drinks down. "In case it's needed." His, of course, also had excessive amounts of sugar.

"Everyone doing all right?"

The nurses mostly shrugged in acknowledgement. Stabby smacked his claws against the glass.

"He doesn't have a schedule to keep to and he still hates time changes," one nurse said.

The clinic was open but maybe kind of tired.

deathsmajesty posting in

Some days, the store got historical artifacts on incalculable worth, like Kayla's music box or the Thran book. Other days, it got fascinating new magical puzzles and treasures that left her intrigued and mystified. Still other days, it received creepy clockwork dolls or hideous monsters with the heads of baby dolls.

And then there were days like today, when they got something that basically looked like...junk? Or, at least, something you could find at any toyshop in the US.

She stared at the ball, willed it to do anything interesting, and then stuck it in the display window. Perhaps some sports enthusiast would show up and take it off her hands.

throughaphase posting in

When the students got to their simulations today, they'd each find themselves in a room with a simulated Kitty. Notably, there were also two microwaves set on tables, with a jug of milk atop each, and a task.kitty was holding a timer, which she started when they entered the room.

"You don't want to open the task yet," Kitty told them.

sharp_man posting in

The class met this week at Portalocity again, this time to head out to a local butcher's shop in a lovely market.

"In future, we will be discussing how to cut meat," Hannibal began, "but there are any number of different meats you may encounter. Different cuts of different animals are useful for different things, and it's important to know how to make the most of them. And even given the overall qualities of a species, the flavor and texture of meat on an animal varies depending upon which part of the body it comes from. Also, different strains of species have different flavors, and their diet can make a very large difference." As did their frame of mind upon death, but that tended to distress people.

He led them toward the butchery to one side of the building. "I have arranged for the butchers to show you the various cuts of beef, pork, and lamb; where on the carcass they come from; and how to acquire them should you be performing your own butchery. Then we'll be moving to the stall next to it, which I have rented temporarily so that I can show you how the various cuts cook up. There won't be time for you to cook yourselves today, but I'll be feeding you. Provided you pay attention while I work." This was still, after all, a class.

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Jon waved tiredly at the class. He'd reserved the Danger Shop for this period, but there was nothing in it so far; he was fiddling with the controls. "I, um. I apologize for last week. I got...well. Distracted." He cleared his throat. "I hope you all enjoyed Greece. That said, one of the things suggested to preserve focus is getting enough sleep. Which Daylight Saving Time does not help with. So."

He finally got it to do what he wanted, and around them appeared a...well, a sort of plush and padded cat tower, if the cats were human-sized. There were tunnels and cubbies and all kinds of places to hide. Or to climb around and play if you were so inclined.

"Today's class is for napping. If you don't feel like doing that, you can use it for exercise, which as we've discussed is also good for focus."

Just don't climb on him, please. He was going to be sleeping.

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