Friday, April 6th, 2007

[identity profile] sideburnsofwar.livejournal.com
Sprawled in his throne, Ares looked at the class. "The Flying Spaghetti Monster," he intoned solemnly. "Have you been touched by His Noodly Appendage?"

[ooc: OCD up.]

[Class Roster|Syllabus|Previous Classes]
[identity profile] nine-and-ears.livejournal.com
The Doctor's paint-splattered classroom had no chairs. No bean bags. No swatches of carpet. The desk was gone.

Was the room entirely empty, then? Of course not. There were matresses. Lining the floors. The walls. Everything. The room was entirely padded with matresses. (and how did they get there? He has a time and space machine that can travel anywhere and is bigger on the inside and the out. He does these sort of things). So once everyone sat down, he began his lecture.

"First of all, I would like to make a statement that public nudity is not acceptable where the law prohibits such acts," the Doctor said. "Second, I'd like to talk a bit about redemption. No, I'm not going to tell you about any sort of religious savior, don't worry. I may have padded the walls but that does not mean I've gone mad. What I am saying, is that sometimes, some of the worst people in the universe can become some of the greatest. It all just depends on what they're doing. Ex-nazis helped put a man on the moon, the Renaissance bred warfare death and wonderful art, but really, that's not what I'm getting at, either."

The Doctor paused for a moment.

"There is such a thing as irreedemable evil. But in the long run, it's very hard to reach that. I've committed terrible acts in my life, but also acts of great good. The same goes for the Master, if you remember him from my previous classes. Now admittedly, a lot of the great acts I've seen from people who have done great wrongs are the type that involve self-sacrifice to save people from the bad things they'd done. But that's not always the case. Lives can always be rededicate to good. Never be too quick to judge a fellow who seems to have had a change of heart. Suspicion is all well and good, but don't let yourself be too tainted by their past misdeeds. Unless they are Charles Manson, because that fellow is just a right nutter."

The Doctor smiled and went a bit more in depth into the subject in a totally modable way.

"As for the rest of the class... have fun with the padded room. I'll be sitting here, eating an apple."

And he sat down, and proceeded to start eating an apple.

[ooc: OCD UP. Have at it.]
bigdamnprincipal: (i am the principal of this establishment)
[personal profile] bigdamnprincipal
"Good morning, everyone. This is a reminder that the following students need to report to the Danger Shop for detention tomorrow morning:

Alec
Rikku
Seely Booth
Hamlet Dane
Jim Ellison
Zero Hopeless-Savage
Ranma Sao


"Also, don't forget about the assembly this afternoon. I have no doubt that it will be very entertaining. And that takes care of all the announcements. Thank you."
[identity profile] karaoke-lizard.livejournal.com
If there were any sign that Lorne was emo this week you'd have to look very hard to find them as he happily bounces around the room.

"Okay kittens! Today's musical assignment is to sing your favorite theme song from your favorite Television Show or Movie!"

"Next week we'll be having some guest judges show up and your musical assignment is to sing a song that embodies the true value of friendship. If you can't think of one the alternate assignment is go come up with a song you would sing while dancing on a bar while your best friend gives out lapdances. Please note that this is not an excuse to give lapdances in class. I have a feeling it would be frowned upon."

Lorne settled down in his chair and kicked his feet up on the edge of the stage. "Dazzle me."

[wait for OCD is up! AND THERE IS NO OOC THREAD! *waits for world to end*]

Library [04/06]

Friday, April 6th, 2007 11:50 am
[identity profile] auroryborealis.livejournal.com
When Rory came into the library on Friday morning - on time and everything! - she found a sign on the counter reading, "FORMS (NOT FOR EATING)."

She paused, staring at it, and then decided she really didn't want to know. This was probably something like that stupid Chosen One restriction from last year.

[*is reposting to actually have content in post since computer...now works. wtf*]
[identity profile] tyler-gone.livejournal.com
... and now, it was time for his year here to come to something more than grades and a worthless Student Council seat.

It was time to remind the island what the name Tyler Durden used to mean -- could still mean.

It was almost midnight when Tyler stepped into the hallways and began delivering "packages" to a few of his favorite teachers -- and a few he didn't know at all.

And he had learned; he had not used paraffin this time.

[OOC: Posting this early for time zones. This is for teachers in the goodbye plot to tag with their offices; if you don't get a chance but want to assume you were attempted-bombed anyhow, I've no objections. Not for interaction. Tyler being in the hall is for broadcast, but what he's doing is not. No penguins were harmed while I spammed your f'lists.]
[identity profile] water-wonder.livejournal.com
Today, when people made their way into the room, they'd notice that nothing special was set up. There were a couple mats on the ground and a couple other pieces of equipment, but it seemed sparse today.

Tori smiled a bit apologetically at the club members. "Hey guys. So, as you can see, today's not much of a training day. It's going to be more of a question/answer session and private training, if you'd like seeing as both Conner!mun and I are somewhat busy right now, her more so than me. Things are set up so if you want to get a workout in, you're more than welcome to. Next week, we'll have something for you guys, I promise."

She moved off of the mats and took a position against one of the walls, in case anyone wanted to use the mats. People were more than welcome to come over and talk with her.

[OOC: Wait for the OCD to be posted. Pretty busy so it's sort of impromptu.]
[identity profile] no-toast-thanks.livejournal.com
The Danger Shop looked rather like Fandom Island today. The class was standing in the room, but it looked like they were standing at the front school gates.

"Good morning. Thanks to the TAs for handling last week's class. I was unavoidably detained with my second job. This week we're discussing something all Fandom residents will know well - invasions. In fact..."

Thursday didn't have a chance to finish her sentence. Tripod machines looking a lot like smaller version of this burst into view. It was difficult to tell whether they had come from the outside or were part of the program. "That wasn't supposed to happen," Thursday murmured. One of the tripod machines fired a heat ray in their direction. Thursday rushed to the control panel, pushed a few buttons and various weapons appeared in front of the students. More tripods were on the way.

"There should be more weapons around the holographic town," she said, picking up a holographic weapon. "Take cover and defend yourselves!"

Class Roster | Syllabus
Your Detective Kit | Novice's Guide to Villains & Villainy Handbook


[OOC: Mod your weapons and tripods and their burny heat rays! They can't hurt you, but a full on hit will make your body go numb and limp for a few minutes. *is totally making that up*]

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