Wednesday, October 31st, 2007

[identity profile] ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com
October 31. Thirty one backwards was thirteen, a supposedly unlucky number; October, from the root oct, meaning eight, maintaining its Roman ground despite no longer being the eighth month. All Hallow's Eve was certainly something never celebrated in the Price household, so Adah didn't feel any inclination to dress up or anything like that. She figured her personality was dark and cynical enough to meet the holiday without costumes to add to it. She did support the theory of rotting teeth out of your mouth so you either looked like the witch you were trying to resemble or one of the ear-pulling Crawley children she barely escaped spending her entire education with, though, as indicative of the bowl of suckers set in front of the books and notebooks and pens spread around the desk. However, there was a catch, a small scrap of writing attached to it:

Lliw reh tsniaga neve
Evol ll'ehs noos, gnivol won ton fi,
Evig ll'ehs tub, stfig tpecca t'nseod ehs,
Eusrup ll'ehs noos, seelf ehs fi rof.

Have the poet? Get a sweet.
Don't quite know it? Ah! Defeat!


She had a temptation to go with Poe, but realized that, considering the day, that would have been too easy, and, besides, she couldn't quite get this one out of her head lately.
[identity profile] on-her-korhal.livejournal.com
"Today, we're going to be talking about elemental weaponry. That is to say, weapons involving the elements, not basic knives. I think we've got another teacher for that."

Kerrigan wasted no time in the Danger Room today: she was lecturing from another simulated rooftop, all suited up and ready. On the ground, the armor was lined up for the taking, too, although they were outfitted with strange canons on the arms.

"Obviously, different weapons mean different strategies. In a micro tactics situation such as we're dealing with here, they can make all the difference between winning the game and getting your buttcheeks burnt off by a stray Firebat. You'll have to adapt your strategy based on the availability of elemental weapons as well as the situation, of course - in a close-combat aggressive situation, you'll want a fire-based weapon on your side. When stealth or escape are more of the issue, anything related to ice will help you lock your opponent down for long enough to reach your objective. Earth-based forces will help destabilize a large area in case of great numbers. As for air -- we'll deal with that next week."

She went on a long and impressively technical tangent about earth- and ice-related attacks (referring to the latter mostly as 'lockdown' for some reason) before coming around to the actual details of the day's exercise.

"Just to show you what a good grasp on your weaponry will do, we'll be working as Firebats today. Firebats are close-range fighters with flamethrowers attached - they won't help you one bit if you're up shit creek while the bad guys are firing canons at your posterior, but nothing gets a close assailant down like a case of fire to the face. This means you'll have to maneuver in a way that keeps you close to potentially deadly long-range enemies.

Like everything, though, remember that you can't break an army with one type of attack alone. Combining a Firebat with marines and stealth agents will get you a maneuverable strike force that can take out and infiltrate the long distance defenses while still keeping an eye sharp for any nasty little surprises. Just remember to keep your close range in your close range and your long range in your long range, or you're pretty much screwed. Use the assets you've got, kids."

[ OCD up! ]
[identity profile] mouthy-merc.livejournal.com
When students entered the room today, they'd notice that he wasn't in his normal costume. No, today was Halloween and therefore meant a change!

A sexy change.

"Gooood morning kids! First and foremost, Happy Halloween!" He tossed a handful of candy at the kids. Because candy and Halloween went together like peas and carrots. "Today, we'll be talking about how Halloween is the one night of the year when women can dress like complete sluts and not get any criticism for it-"

There was a very sudden and very bright flash of light that momentarily lit up the area. In its place, it left a very tall man in a leather jacket with his left hand stuffed conspicuously down his pocket. "Wade, it's not that I'm complaining, but--" And then he stopped. Whatever he was going to say was lost forever. Instead, he closed his mouth briefly, then asked, vaguely baffled, "...Does my sister know you still have her uniform?"

Deadpool shuffled from one foot to the other. "It was a wedding present from Emma! Also? My legs look FABULOUS."

"Emma gave you Rachel's uniform?" Another pause as Cable struggled and then succeeded at regaining his poise. "...Never mind. I won't ask."

"Between you and me," Deadpool glanced around to make sure no one else was listening. But didn't lower his voice. At all. In fact, he may have raised it so the students could hear. "I think she has a thing for me."

"She doesn't." Was there ever a more iron certainty than that? Not as far as Cable's tone of voice suggested. He fought the urge to cross his arms. "I'd ask you to return it, but somehow I don't think Rachel would appreciate it."

Deadpool paused, cocking his head to the side. "Isn't she in space with that alien Wolverine?"

"He's not Wolverine." Cable barely paused himself before continuing, "I take it I can't convince you to burn that."

"I love this costume!" Deadpool replied with a gasp of horror.

Cable was the picture of not facepalming. "Of course." He opened his mouth to say something again, closed it, refrained from opening or closing it again, shot Deadpool a look of pure resignation, turned around, and walked out of the classroom.

Deadpool waved cheerfully as he left. And turned back to the kiddies.

"Well, that was an excellent example of costumes being okay for this one magical day of the year, don't you think?"


[[Played with the wonderful [livejournal.com profile] spring_lost, who enables my crack addiction. Please wait for the OCD is up!]]
[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/swedish_chef_/
Heppy Hellooeee stoodents! I ves gueeng tu nut serfe-a loonch es a treeck boot zeen I thuooght thet vuoold be-a mean. Su here's a treet!

Tudey's Menoo:

-Poompkeen Reveeuli

-Poompkeen Seled

-Poompkeen Pie-a

-Poomperneeckel Bread
[identity profile] konoha-flash.livejournal.com
Yondaime sat at the front of the class, wearing a pirate costume, with a large bowl of candy for the students when they came in. Deadpool had said it was tradition.

Though, Deadpool had also been the one to force him into the pirate costume again….

“Since today is a holiday in this world, we’re going to take it mostly pretty easy. I’m just going to give you all a quick lesson on some of the ghosts and ghouls in Japan. Or at least the ones that are similar to what is in my world,” he explained and moved to sit on his desk. “And I’m also going to give you a brief lesson on the word ‘shi’. Which if you all have been paying attention know can mean the number four.”

Yondaime grabbed a handful of candy and started tossing random pieces at students. “So the word ‘shi’ has several meanings and traditionally when saying ‘four’ you use the word ‘yon. The reasoning behind this is that ‘shi’ can also mean death Even though the kanji to write ‘death’ and ‘four’ are very different, but that’s another lesson. Just like the number thirteen is bad luck here, in Japan and my world the number four is.” The irony that he was the fourth Hokage was not lost on him.

“Some building makers and hotels there even go so far as to not have a floor labeled as ‘four’, or hotel rooms with that number,” he shrugged and tossed some more candy.

Bribery was a wonderful thing.

“Now as far as ghosts go where I’m from and the Japanese culture, for the most part we don’t have a fear of dead people. In fact most people will have small shrines to family members who have departed in their homes, or will do yearly visits to the cemeteries to remember their death. There are of course a few spirits that are restless and cause trouble, but nothing overly bad, unless…” The blond paused for effect. “…Unless they become possessed by demons. There is a demon for just about everything in Japan. Dog demons, water demons, fox demons, cat demons, half demons, spider demons, tofu demons, frog demons, they’re all over the place.”

There was a flash of smoke behind Yondaime as a frog as tall as the room appeared. “Frog demons?” It chuckled in mock threat.

Yondaime just smirked. “Yes, frog demons Gamakichi,” he chuckled. “Everyone this is Gamakichi, one of a family of spirit frogs that has assisted me through the years. He’s not a demon, but he knows quite a bit about them and you all are free to talk to him and ask him questions.”

[[Wait for the OCD is up!]]
[identity profile] ismyhairout.livejournal.com
"Your teacher's not here," Hades said from the front of the classroom. "Instead, you have me. I know it's not every day you get such a treat, but try to contain your excitement like I am." He wasn't. "Each week you've been learning about different careers, yadda, whatever. Today we're going to talk about the only form of employment that really matters."

He pointed at the board and letters appeared out of nowhere that read 'SO YOU WANT TO BE A MINION!'

Information sheets were handed out.

"Minions are hard to find. It's a growth market out there. Get in with the right head honcho and you'll find yourself climbing up the promotion ladder quicker than you can say 'red shirt'. Now, it's not an easy job. There's a lot of running around, making coffee, disposing of worthless enemies that your boss can't be bothered to deal with himself. You know, like the first five years of being a reporter. You get some great perks with the job though. Come on! I'm talking travel opportunities, networking, a chance for some training, diplomatic immunity depending on who your boss is and where his secret lair is located. You get to meet plenty of people, pick up some new skills and, in most cases, a freshly laundered uniform is provided at the start of every work day. Some employers even offer great health insurance and their funeral plans? To die for.

Ha! I kill me. Yeeeeah anyway, enough with the talking. Here's a test to see if you'd make a good minion. For...educational purposes, of course. Take it. Don't bother me."

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