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| Hey everyone. This is a reminder that the application period for students and teachers for the fall semester will close this Friday at midnight Pacific. So kick that procrastination and make sure you get your apps in!
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| Mike had every intention of being lazy today, as he had finished his last workshop and was still chuckling over some of his three-minute dates. But an idea popped into his head for his fall class, and Mike ended up heading into his office to do some research while he put together a syllabus.
The door was open, and anyone passing by might hear music. Not that the music had anything to do with his next class. It was just kind energizing. | |
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| Doogie was hoping for a quiet shift in the clinic since he had a stack of journals to get through. Luckily, things seemed to be peaceful, and the nurses didn't try to distract him much. They couldn't help but bug him just a little, for fun.
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| "Our last class together," she said as her students made their way in. "Though it seems that I will be here for another semester, so I hope I won't lose all of you to more interesting subjects."
She was teasing, obviously, and she smiled to make sure they knew.
"There will be no final exam, obviously, as today is just another class period. Hopefully, today's class period will be a little more free form than the others and a bit more fun as well since we're studying some of the more fantastical creatures that you might find listed in a cryptozoologist's course of study."
[ocd coming up!]
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| Her class was finished for the semester, but Ghanima was in her office anyway, drawing up plans for the fall. Occasionally, her eyes would fall to the Dune Tarot still sitting on her desk, missing its Star. The fact so many of her students had gotten reversed cards made her twitchy, and judging by a few reactions, she had touched a nerve with a few of the predictions.
Sighing, she tipped the deck into the trash with one finger, and went back to her syllabus.
[OOC: Expecting one, but open for all!]
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| Sam woke up early, to try to finish packing and leave before anyone else in the cabin woke up. He thought about going to Dean and asking him for the keys to the car, but after listening to the radio, he was pretty sure he wasn't one of his brother's favorite people at the moment. Not that he could blame him - Sam wasn't too happy with himself either. But after everything else, he figured taking the car without asking would be a smaller crime (or at least, it wouldn't make Dean want to kill him more than he probably already did), and set off to where he thought the Impala was parked.
[For Dean!]
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| There was a pile of paperwork sitting on Dale's desk but he was ignoring it.
Instead he was staring at his desk lamp which kept flickering on and off which seemed to concern Dale to a certain degree.
[open]
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| Aly was waiting in the Danger Shop for the class to meet though she planned on ending up being outside by the end of the session. She waited for them, bouncing from foot to foot impatiently. Finally once everyone arrived, she began. "So today we have two projects. The first is the one I gave you at the beginning of the term which was to design a plan to blow up the school. If you've handwavily, I assume done so, we have a set up in the Danger Shop where you can place your charges and see how the plan holds up." "Second thing is we're going to head outside to just in the Preserve and fire off some cannon." Aly grinned. "Which, okay, are basically outmoded now and entirely effective as modern weapons for this world, let alone some of the civilisations some of you come from, but they're a lot of fun, they're tricky, and they're temperamental. So it should be an interesting last exercise." She went through a quick but detailed lecture on how to load and fire a cannon using a Danger Shop mock-up to demonstrate on. Once the students had tried out their explosion plans and checked out the simulated cannon, Aly led them outside for practice on the real thing. "And one last thing to you all," she said with a grin after the cannons had been fired many, many times and all the shells used up. "I've definitely enjoyed having you all in my class. I hope you learned something and had fun, and I hope to see you in future classes I teach or in my office if you ever decide to visit." [OOC: Thank you for being a great class, please wait for the OCD is up!] | |
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| Teyla was in a fairly good mood today, mainly because her path to work was unhindered for once, and when she came into the store, nothing was wrong. She put on a mix of pleasing, poppy music, and set about making sure the shelves were clean and organized.
[Open!]
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| Ino had a Tether today. Well. Specifically a Tether-pup who was adorable and friendly and liked being petted. Not any other sorts of tethers.
She wasn’t entirely sure that throwing a ball around in the store was a good idea, but hey, most of the merchandise was in cases so it would probably work out alright. It had so far and that was a good sign.
And if it didn’t, well, Cable-san wouldn’t have to know seeing as he was gone again. At least he’d taken Deadpool-san with him, and oh so handwavily called her to take care of Tether until he got back.
Wellspring Arms is Open.
[ETA: Ino talking to Cal happens last chronologically, please. Anyone else can still tag in before that (time-wise) though.]
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| Hi, yes, this is three days late. ..Sorry? Anyhow, this is a story about Chuck Palahniuk. Back in the mid-'90s, or so the story goes, he was a wannabe writer out in the Pacific Northwest, trying to get some short stories published. And he kept getting rejection slips back that said, thanks, but this is too dark. Too disturbing. No one wants to read this. In revenge or as catharsis, he started writing the most disturbing shit he could think of, based on the craziest stories his friends told him. ...and it freaking sold. And, more germanely for this, those short stories turned into the book and movie called Fight Club. It's hard to talk about something that's as much in the culture as Fight Club. If you like it, you don't need me to tell you why it's brilliant and crazy and funny and true; if you haven't seen it, odds are you think it's too violent/macho/nihilistic for you, and you won't see it anyhow. And then, of course, there's the fact the first rule is that you don't talk about it. But let me break that rule and try anyhow. I'm going to combine the book (1996, excellent) and the movie (1999, more excellent yet) in this write-up because the movie's very faithful. All the best lines are Palahniuk's, and while some plot points are altered, they're all either fairly minor or changes for the better. ( The Characters: People are always asking me if I know Tyler Durden )( The plot: This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time. )( Why you should Care: You met me at a very strange time in my life )( Resources: The things you own, they end up owning you )And remember, with enough soap, you can blow up the world. I know this because Tyler knows this. | |
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| Today's classroom was lined with lab benches, complete with stools and high-tech equipment. "For this last workshop, we're going to be talking DNA," said Mohinder, standing, sleeves rolled up, at the front of the lab. "Our complete genetic blueprint can be found from a discarded cigarette or a torn out hair; blood, skin, saliva - everyone in this classroom will have left a trail between here and wherever they woke." "As a species humans have remarkably similar DNA profiles, with only specific areas varying between individuals. From that there's the possibility of identifying biological traits from a person's genetics," he continued, explaining the mechanisms behind genetic testing, veering off into bioinformatics before dragging himself back on topic with a cough. "But today isn't the time to go into that detail," he said, picking up a swab. "You all have these." Mohinder brushed the inside of his mouth, collecting a sample. "And these instructions to try your hand at finding your own profiles." "Good luck," Mohinder sat down, saying, "And it's been a pleasure teaching you." [OCD is here!] | |
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| Anakin had spent the last week and a half coming up with worst case scenarios for how Jaina was doing, and finally couldn't stop himself from picking up his comlink any longer.
After all, he'd had some experience with lashing out in anger when someone he loved had died. He'd give anything to stop Jaina from following in that path.
He paced back and forth across the living room floor as he waited for his granddaughter's boyfriend to pick up the damn phone.
[OOC: For John, as it says...]
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| Naomi arrived on time for her shift. Once everything was set up and she had opened the store, she sat down to do some reading as she waited in case there was someone who needed her help.
Stark Industries is open.
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| Since it was the last class, Charlotte wanted to make sure that the treat she brought in for the kids was a good one, really special, but she couldn't decide what that would be. So there was a little bit of everything: muffins, cookies, brownies, cupcakes, scones, and...
Apples. The apples were there because she felt she should provide at least something healthy.
"Good morning, class!" she greeted them in her usual bright chirp, but her smile held the bittersweetness that came with the final class; it seemed to just whiz right by! That, of course, probably had a lot to do with the fact that she'd missed a couple of weeks. Whoops. "I hope you all had a good class with Detective Cooper last week; it was so nice of him to cover for me. Anyway, as you know, it's the last class, and the syllabus says an exam, but, of course, it's a workshop, I'm not going to test you! Not with paper and pencil, anyway. We're going to the Danger Shop for another mall simulation, where you can all show off what you've learned in the class. The catch is that you'll be working in pairs."
She scribbled on the board neatly as she listed them off. "Amber, you'll be paired with Worf. Ned and Brooke, you two will be together, and then Giselle and Summer. Now, the idea of the exercise is that your date has dragged you to the mall to go shopping with her, so, boys, it's your job to try to make a smart and savvy investment impression on your partner, because that's a great way to impress someone on a date, and girls, you can make it easy on them, but what fun is that? Giselle and Summer, I'll leave it up to you to decide which one will be the gentleman in the case, or, if you prefer, you can just treat it like a shopping day with your BFF. Just so long as you all have fun!"
"You've been a great class. I hope you guys enjoyed it as much as I did!"
[[ ocd on its way is 2 for 1! ]]
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| The apartments were nearing completion as each day passed. The exterior was almost complete with the NPC Construction crew still adding the finishing touches.
"Welcome back," Fraser said, nodding at the assembled group. "We're almost finished with this project and I thank you for your time and dedication this semester. Today, we're going to continue our interior work. Hard hats please. If you are working with electrical wires, please make sure you have a member of the construction crew nearby. If not, there are things taped off and labeled for you to complete. Thank you."
Fraser nodded and waved them all into the building.
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| Amber was at work but she wasn't exactly working. She was tapping up and down aisles while she was reading over the script Mr. Tennant had given her, though she paid particular attention to her character Beatrice.
"Uh, pretty damn snarky isn't she?" she half-way muttered under her breath.
Oooh, and she got to dance! Mr. Tennant told her she could. Grinning, Amber twirled around and tapped quickly backwards, accidentally falling into a display of canned pork, sending cans helter-skelter. Just her luck. "Damn the pork! Damn Mount Rose! Damn damn damn!" Which reminded her she was supposed to have called home yesterday.
Grumbling, Amber came to her feet and started righting the mess she'd made. She wondered if this was an omen for how her day was going to go.
Today's Special
SPAM!Today's Squishy Flavor's: Red Bull, Blue, Lutefisk Turtle & Canary is open! | |
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| There was a self-contained fire in the corner of Luke's today. Three guesses as to who it was.
Johnny was bored. Borrrrrred.
Today's Special
Pulled Pork
Steak Fries
Chocolate Cream Pie
The diner's open!
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