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"Good morning," Thor greeted his students once they had assembled in the Danger Shop, which was set up to look like a training facility, with mats on the floor and racks of weapons lining the walls. "I am Thor, and this is Combat. For those of you who are unfamiliar with the facility, we are currently inside a simulation, with safeguards in place. You cannot come to any great harm here, but I find that some little harm is necessary when learning to fight. You must learn how to take a fall. You must learn how to take a hit. Some of this knowledge will come with bruises, with aches that remind us of our limits so that we may surpass them.

"I fear I am not particularly well-acquainted with any of you, so we shall begin with the customary introductions. Fear not; unless you have another class today it is the last time you shall be subjected to them this semester. Please tell me who you are, and your level of experience with combat or self-defense, and in what form. Let me know what I am working with, and then I will know where we should begin."

okteiviakom

With the trip over, it was time to return back to normal routines: work, sure, but also date nights. So that was what Octavia and Duke were back at the house for.

And now, another meal of tasty takeout was nearly over. Pasta, this time, with the sort of messy (but delicious) sauce that had made even Octavia feel like they needed to eat at the table, for once, instead of the couch. It had only been once they'd been seated that she'd realized there was something about it that felt weird to her - as if there was something thoroughly 'dinner on the couch' about it being just the two of them.

But considering how date nights tended to work out, maybe a touch of distance in these early parts actually made a certain amount of sense. So. She hadn't moved.

"Oh, right, I got something for dessert," she said, once her plate was empty, and her fork was set down. "Earlier."

She'd spent part of her day on the mainland.

(Another way of settling back into the everyday.)

[ooc: For that guy. The nautical one.]

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There were three dogs waiting for the class to arrive for their first day. Three, adorable, hyperactive dogs.

Oh, and two teachers. They were there too.

"Hi, hopefully no one is allergic to dogs," Tony said. "Because that'd make this difficult."

Steve was holding the leashes for a Husky, who was sitting like she had nothing better to do all day and a Belgian Malinois, who was sitting but vibrating with the excitement of seeing new friends.

"Let us know now," Steve said, nodding, "and we'll take it up with the moose for you."

"Otherwise... let's get our introductions in," Tony said brightly. "I'm Tony Stark, he's Steve Rogers, and these two are Libby and Fee. Fee, don't chew on the desk."

The Malinois stopped chewing on the desk for approximately three seconds before trying again.

"And the corgi is Patriot," Steve said with a grin at the slightly calmer (compared to the other two) dog by Tony's feet.

Patriot was an angel and no, Tony would not be allowing anyone to question that fact.

"How about we get introductions from the class and, yes, yes you can pet any of the dogs," Tony said because he knew the main lure of the class.

Fee's entire body perked up at the word "pet."

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There were raccoons in the cells.

Which was not an unusual occurrence, at least here on Fandom Island.

"New Years Resolutions," Calvin said with a shrug, when Watts tried asking what, exactly, had landed them there this time. He didn't elaborate, so Watts was unsure whether it was succeeding or failing at said resolutions that had ended in raccoon arrests.

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Once everyone had arrived in the Home Ec room, Stark looked around the room. “Welcome to another class on cupcakes. Or maybe your first class on cupcakes. I’ve done several. I’m Stark, but I think I’ve met all of you by now. At some point.”

“I don’t know if you’re all familiar with cupcakes.” Although they’d all met him before so the odds were good they’d acquired at least a passing familiarity. “But they’re these.” Behold, students, the dozen neatly frosted and sprinkled cupcakes before you!

“They’re for eating. Of course.” He wasn’t a monster. “So please take one if you’d like. Or two if you’re very hungry.” He waited for that to happen, if it did.

“So…cupcakes. One of my favorite things. We don’t have them where I’m from and we don’t have chocolate but I was introduced to them here, on this island, years ago, by a friend. He used to make them for me and then I learned to make them myself and then I just kept doing it. For today…I did a little research. About cupcakes.”

“I learned that cupcakes were first invented here. Not here on this island but here in the United States on the other side of the causeway. Over 200 years ago, it seems, in 1796, but the word ‘cupcake’ wasn’t used for another 30 years or so. And the cakes weren’t the same as the ones we have here and now. I have a copy of the recipe that may be for the first cupcakes for everyone if you want it.”

Cupcake trivia for everyone and a vague recipe!
"A light Cake to bake in small cups.
Half a pound sugar, half a pound butter, rubbed into two pounds flour, one glass wine, one do. [glass] Rosewater, two do.[glass] Emptins, a nutmeg, cinnamon and currants."

“I don’t know that it’s a good recipe. Not very easy to follow. It doesn’t say anything about the temperature of the oven or how long it might take. But it may be interesting to try it out sometime. We'll be trying a lot of different sorts of cupcakes, from many different places.”

“So…introductions today while we eat the cupcakes. Who are you? Do you have cupcakes where you’re from? Do you have a favorite type or flavor? And, if you want to share, why you decided to take this class.”

deathsmajesty posting in

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The students had all been ~~handwavily~~ instructed that they would be meeting in the Danger Shop for every class, though when they entered it today, it was currently set up to mimic a classroom. On the board at the front of the room a five pointed star was inscribed, and at each point was a word: Peace, Freedom, Perfection, Acceptance, and Power. Beneath the star, several questions were written out:

• What do you desire? What is your end goal?

• What means do you use to achieve these ends?

• What do you care about? What do you represent?

• What do you despise? What negatively drives you?

• Why do you like your allies and hate your enemies?

• What is your greatest strength? Greatest weakness?

Liliana was leaning against the front of her desk, sipping a cup of tea and watching the class file in. As soon as the bell ~~or whatever~~ rang, she began to speak. ( Have introductions on your own time. We have lectures in this class. )

"Each of the words listed here is a summation of what its corresponding color of mana ultimately desires. Due to either a similarity to how the mana seeks to achieve those goals or a similarity in what it repudiates, each color has two allied, or complementary colors. Blue mana plays nicely with black and white, green mana plays nicely with red and white. And, as follows, each other has to enemy colors as well. White magic is enemies with black and red, and red mana is enemies with blue and, again, white. The colors that one type of mana is allied with will be enemies of each other, and the enemies of one kind of mana will be allies. So, while black mana is allied with blue and red, blue and red are enemy colors. Black's enemy colors are white and green, white and green are allies. However, just because certain mana colors are enemies, that doesn't mean you can't use both. Again, I was using black and white together as a girl; in university, I belonged to Witherbloom, which uses black and green mana, and Izzet, a guild on the plane of Ravnica, uses blue and red. All color combinations are possible."

It was a surprisingly elegant system, all things considered. "The questions on the board are questions we will seek to answer every week as we discuss each color in detail. Today, we'll be applying those questions to you, in order to get an idea of what color mana you might be personally drawn to. I'm also interested in hearing your opinions about what desired goal is linked to what color mana, and why you've decided that, and also any questions you have thus far. And, of course, the required introductions. So. Let's begin."

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Belle was certain she did not want to look into why there were books about pizza and books about cannibalism scattered all over the library. She didn't want to know. Not even a little bit. She didn't even want to know why there were gremlins arguing about those two topics. It was better to live in ignorance.

She was going to do some reading on Norse Mythology instead.

The library was open but the gremlins were real sus today.

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Lydia had long since lost track of the proper rotation of restaurants for the Supper Club, and she felt like Chinese this evening, so: Ching Tai it was! She had sent missives to the usual suspects, and if anyone else wanted to join in, she hoped they would be able to find them. As it was, she was perusing the menu, trying to decide what she would try this time around. (Certainly not anything with a little drawing of a pepper beside it.)

Welcome to Supper Club, everyone! Ching Tai is open!

ifwebeworthy posting in

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The bar had received a delivery of satsumas.

Crates and crates of satsumas.

Tiny had commandeered some of them for some sort of satsuma pyramid, while Thor was searching up things to do with them, the StarkPhone looking tiny in his hands.

Specials
Satsuma Fizz
Satsuma Smash
Satsuma Orange Vodka Cocktail

The Devil's Nest is open! And full of citrus.

ifwebeworthy posting in

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Don could have sworn he'd signed up to teach something in his medical wheelhouse, but he knew better than to take it up with the moose, so here they were.

"Good morning!" he greeted his students. "I'm Dr. Donald Blake, this is Norse Mythology, and if you're wondering what my qualifications are to teach this class, well..." He winked. "That's classified." Half of his students would get the joke. "Doing review for this class reminded me that a lot of the myths as they're written down here are not how they happened in my world, but then, the texts get a lot wrong there, too. So we're going to be going by the texts, because that's the official version, although I may provide commentary, and if things are different where you're from, please, let me know. It's always interesting to learn about different traditions.

"Now, since we're going by the texts that means this class will not be 'Ten Times Odin Was The Worst,' and don't even get me started on Loki." Also it would make Thor sad. That was his dead dad and brother, Don. Yes, they were kind of the worst, but still. "Also, I, for lack of a better word, follow Thor." He used his thumb to hitch the chain of his Mjolnir pendant out from under his sweater, so everyone could see it, and then added, "Not her," with a gesture toward Jane ~~if she was present~~. "It's complicated." In that he followed Thor in much the same way thunder followed lightning, but sure, people could think he was talking about the 'two Thors' thing. "We all have our biases, and now you know mine. And now I would like to know yours. You know the drill, or should by now. Name, where you're from, a skim of what you already know about Norse mythology. Your religious affiliation, if you think it might be relevant to the class. Let's start with you," he said, picking a student at random.

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Luma hadn't been to the shop in a while, it was true. Things had gotten a bit...intense, back home, so she and Eleanor had missed out on a good chunk of the end of the year, and Eleanor decided to stay and finally take care of things...as Luma felt she should have been doing pretty much from the get-go! She needed to take responsibility for all she'd done, and especially with Rhys the way he was, he needed her...

And Luma wasn't done getting her taste of the outside world, yet. Eleanor had her chance; now it was Luma's turn.

So she came back sans sister this semester, after a bit of a hiatus, and when she entered Pixie Dust to find a veritable explosion of argyle, she took it as a personal offense.

"Ugh."

Maybe the outside world wasn't all it was cracked up to be after all.

If no customers came in (and why would they??), she was definitely going to turn into a wolf and take care of this the feral way...

Pixie Dust is open!

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The classroom was cozy, but most importantly, it smelled like fresh popcorn. Mostly because there was a lot of it waiting for the class.

"So, movies!" Jane said. "Much easier topic than driving on this island."

That was a low bar

Below the floor even.

"So you'll have no excuse for not passing." Not that Cara had ever actually failed anyone, that would require classes actually making sense.

Jane ate some of the popcorn with a thoughtful look. "She's not wrong."

"It's a simple enough deal," Cara said. "We play some movies, you get some culture, everyone wins."

Especially Cara once everyone figured out what kind of movies they'd be showing.

"Amd today we start easy," Jane said. "With introductions. Oh! And your favorite movies."

"Maybe we'll show them."

Spoiler: they wouldn't.

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Some days the coffee machine at home just wasn't enough.

And some days the coffee machine at home just didn't work because of ill fated experiments involving an attempt at infusing coffee with things coffee apparently shouldn't be infused with - at least not through putting the thing directly into the machine.

Which one of those days this one was... was unimportant and nothing to worry about!

Harley sailed into the Perk and directly up to the counter with way too much pep in her step for someone who hadn't had her morning caffeine yet: "Hello! I'll take it extra large and with everything in it!"

The baristas were already used to these kinds of orders from her, so this was going to be fine.

Probably.

(open! and early)

napking posting in

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Gray was fighting for his life at Over Easy today.

"No, we're not going 'healthy,' this is--we already have stuff like yogurt bowls on the--people's New Year's Resolutions are their own problem...Have you met Raiden? Do you want to tell him about this low-fat low-carb low-happiness plan? Do you know what Raiden looks like when he's disappointed in you? Because this is how you find out...that's what I thought."

Will It Waffle? Wednesday Special
French Toast Waffles

Over Easy is open!

good_for_six posting in

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Class had been told to meet in the Danger Shop, which was set to look like a normal classroom, albeit one lacking both teachers.

Then with a dramatic crash of thunder and lightning, Isabela appeared in the doorway. "It was a dark and stormy night," she intoned, equally dramatically.

Aphra, meanwhile, entered via the window with an even more dramatic shattering of glass. "Then the ninjas attacked."

"You're probably wondering how we got here," they said in unison, and if anyone suspected the majority of their class prep time had been spent practising this, they'd be right.

"Introductions are important," Isabela told the class.

Aphra followed up with "You only get one chance to make a first impression, well unless you go into some serious identity hijinks, but that's a different lesson."

"Today we'd like you to find your favourite opening line from this list-" Isabela produced several thick stacks of paper and started passing them around. "- and build an introduction to the rest of the class around them."

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It had taken Arden a few minutes to figure out what was off about the library when she'd walked in. Nothing seemed awry at first glance: the gremlins were there, but being an acceptable level of rowdy, the books were all in their shelves, save those she had to shelve, and there weren't any weird tableaux, weather patterns, or voices anywhere that she could spot.

So now Arden was twitchy for no good reason that she could spot. But she was definitely twitchy. Was this what going crazy felt like?

witchoftheflesh posting in

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So, by this point, Adrian was pretty familiar with people turning into animals. Hell, he turned into hollyhocks for one ungodly reason or another. But waking up next to an animal when one was expecting to wake up next to one's girlfriend was an experience he had not yet had.

Well, not until Monday, anyway, when he woke up intending to ask Rey what she'd like for breakfast and instead found a little sandcat (sandkitten?) curled up on her pillow. Truly a heartmelting view, except, y'know, he'd been hoping to wake up next to a human.

The next few days had, of course, been a whirlwind of making sure that Rey had everything she needed, including her own little cushion and kitty blanket. Because it was winter and Rey hated the cold and he wasn't taking chances that her cat form was any more comfortable with it.

""We're at work right now, Rey," he reminded the cat who was cheerfully tumbling off of her cushion to go exploring. "You remember the rule, right? No attacking Pam's plants."

He was pretty sure she didn't speak English right now, and even more sure she wasn't listening at all even if she had, so hopefully people would forgive him if he was a little less attentive to their needs today in favor of keeping all plants and cats in the same condition as they'd been when they'd walked in.

okteiviakom posting in

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The trip to the Bahamas (or the trip that had turned into a trip to the Bahamas) was over, as were the holidays, and Octavia was finally back behind the bar at the Devil's Nest.

Tiny was also still dressed overly warmly.

"It's not that cold."

Apparently people from post-apocalyptic worlds got no more of an opinion than vampires did. Octavia let it slide with half an eye roll, and busied herself with checking some of the new stock.

[ooc: Open, but slowwww.]

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It was a grumpy, rumpled librarian that stomped his way into class after the students had arrived, bonelessly dropping into his chair and kicking his feet up on to his desk as he fished about in his coat for some cigarettes.

God, why the fuck had he been assigned first period? This was some sort of fucking revenge by that sodding moose, wasn't it? John hadn't started drinking yet, but this was fucking inhumane, to be sober at this hour. Bloody hell.

"Right, I'm Constantine, and you're most likely here because you're gullible and thinking this is going to be an easy 'A', a delinquent, or for some strange reason thought this was an academic class with philosophical value," he said, lighting up. "More the fools you, but I can work with it."

"So, let's start with the basics. A con is a game, one where hopefully you're the one writing the rules and the people around you are the pieces you're moving. It's a scam, a grift, a hustle, all those words designed to make it sound as shady as possible, although the number of reasons you could be running a con are infinite, at least when you're justifying it to yourself. It usually just boils down to one, very simple motivation: You want something," he continued bluntly. "So give me your name - or whatever the hell you want to be called for the purposes of this class, I don't care - and tell me one time you ran a scam on someone. Give me an idea of what you already know, kids, then we'll get on to Arts and Crafts."

...did he mean for that to sound slightly ominous? Maybe. It was too fucking early for this shite.

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The Danger Shop was set up to resemble a large, sun-filled room with a number of comfortable looking meditation cushions set up in a rough semi-circle facing the front.On the whole the vibes were very calm and welcoming. Anakin had not picked this simulation.

Anakin, in fact, looked much less relaxed than the room should make him. "Welcome to the Jedi Temple," he said. "Apparently.'

Ahsoka surely didn't know any reason it could have made him off kilter. At all. "Also welcome to this semester's Ethics class," she said. "Given the influence of the Jedi in developing both Master Skywalker's and my own sense of ethics, it seemed a good place to start with for introductions."

"Ohh," Anakin said quietly. "Oh no."

He started to look at the door. "Is he coming?"

"You're going to have to be more specific," Ahsoka replied, because there were honestly so many people Anakin could be referring to, before addressing the class again. "But for now I'd like to tell you all about how Anakin and I met."

There was one "him" that loomed particularly large in Anakin's mind, but he wasn't going to manifest a holographic version of Obi-Wan by naming him. "You were very short then," he said instead.

Ahsoka had been tempted for the visual. "I was fourteen," she said, holding her hand about the height of where the tips of her montrals would've been. "I'd just been assigned as the Padawan learner of the infamous Hero Without Fear, who promptly hid behind his own master."

"In my defense, I was an idiot," Anakin said.

"And not all that much older than I was, when all's said and done," Ahsoka added. "But in the end, I don't think I would have made it with any other master . The point of this is that at some point you will fail, and what's important is what you do and what you afterwards."

Anakin nodded. "I got better," he said. "Mostly."

Mostly. Meanwhile Ahsoka was perfect and had no concerns or worries whatsoever about training her own Padawan.

Of course not! "Today's lesson is to make a good impression," Anakin said, nodding. "Introduce yourself in a way that won't make you cringe to think back on."

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