Thursday, May 26th, 2011

[identity profile] sake-shinigami.livejournal.com
Shunsui was definitely glad to have a day to recuperate a little bit, though recuperating did nothing to diminish his romantic mood.

Well...we'll call it a romantic mood. Luckily, it was a mood that suited the exercise for the day. He let the kids get settled, passed around the coffee and hot chocolate, which was probably a particular comfort with all that rain, and they might have noticed some music playing in the background.

"Welcome back, ducklings ♥," he said. "Last week, we talked about character, and, well, they were definitely...creative ♥." He was being very kind, Stan. "Now we're going to be moving on to things like plot and action and something to write a story about ♥. Sometimes, one writes a story to answer a question: what is they mystery of life ♥? What is love ♥? What is life, death, war, peace, etc, etc, etc ♥? So today, we're going to answer a very important question.

"Take a moment," he continued, "to listen to the song I've got playing ♥. This passionate ballad is sung by the rather...er, commanding presence of one Meat Loaf, in which he declares with dedication that he would do anything for love....but he won't do that ♥.

"So your writing assignment for the day is to answer the question: well, what is that ♥? Take some time to brainstorm and consider, and then write a story, in whichever fashion you see fits it best, about what you, or your character, characters plural, won't do for love ♥.

"Any questions ♥? If not, I'll let you get started, and, as always, feel free to bounce ideas off each other as well ♥."

It made things less work for him.

[[ OCD is on the way has done everything for love, but it did not do that! ]]
[identity profile] daventryprince.livejournal.com
Ah, see, now this was better. Alexander came into the library, breathing in the comforting scent of all the books, and went about his tasks for the day before settling in behind the desk with the usual stack of things to research. No boxes of distracting Japanese toys and oddities to suck up all of his time, and it was incredibly easy to forget all the rain and the buildings and the cyborgs when you had a stack of books and a cup of coffee.

Because, of course, there'd be plenty and plenty of coffee today.

The library is open!
[identity profile] cunningkingfish.livejournal.com
Today, the workshop met in the classroom again, as Hook was enjoying the learning process unaided by computer. After his cozily small class had gathered, he grinned and gestured with his hook.

"Today we talk about how to discipline those under you. It's important, one of my favorite subjects, in fact, because it's something one must use quite carefully. Too strong a punishment can irrevocably rattle the morale of those others in your employ. Too weak, and they will start to walk all over, all over, all over you. So the key is to make the punishment fit the infraction, of course. You are the law over your little helpers. Judge, jury, and executioner."

He laughed and pulled down a screen. He had an old-school overhead projector set-up, and he was going to be using it to project some information.

"My personal favorite method is not, as you'd think, walking the plank. No, I had the boo box." A smile spread across his face, way too happy about that fact. "A coffin like box with a little hatch to drop in scorpions, spiders, anything that might get a scare out of the offender. It really kept the rabble in line, I tell you." He drew a helpful illustration on the overhead as he spoke.

"Your fellow Fandom High students think forcing people to wear peg legs or leaving people stretched out under the hot sun without without are suitable punishments. Young Hank Venture believes himself a fan of keelhauling. Today we'll say you have two unruly helpers. One has done something wrong, but not on purpose. Let's say... he accidentally broke your favorite sculture. Then there's another helper, wh o was caught stealing money from your treasury or piggy bank or what have you."

"Both are deserving of punishment, and I need you to state how you'd punish them. I'm always a fan of creative and just punishments, so don't hesitate to apply a little imagination."

[ooc: OCD coming! Open and ready for business!]
[identity profile] mouthy-merc.livejournal.com
"Welcome back to class, everyone. Glad to see no one ended up staying in the 80s and altering the very fabric of reality forever," Deadpool said, waving his hands about dramatically. It was his best Doctor Strange impression. "Hoary host."

That would never not amuse him, okay? Never.

People might have noticed by then that there was an extra child in the room, being entertained by a very involved play being put on by Jan about a giraffe who could use swords and was in love with a My Little Pony.

It would one day win awards. Really.

"Today we're gonna talk about diapers and what you get to deal with if those rugrats of yours aren't house trained yet. Everybody poops unless you're a robot and even then I have my suspicions. So... learn to change a goddamn diaper." Helpful Deadpool was helpful. "Since Jan is thankfully no longer in that stage, we have a special guest for the demonstration today. Everybody give a mildly warm welcome to that Skywalker guy with the fabulous hair and his spawn who is in no way better than Jan because Jan is awesome."

...yeah.

Everybody wave at the guy who wasn't at all cooler than Deadpool. Just sayin'.

"Intermission," he informed Jan as he scooped up the other child. "First of all you make sure they actually need a diaper change--okay, she smells like horrible cheese mixed with Indian food. That means yes to changing, eff why eye."

Placing the little one on what appeared to be a Deadpool themed cushion on his desk, he started the procedure. "Oh, oh god! What have you been feeding her? It's everywhere! Oh god, I'm gonna puke!" A beat. "And yes, I find the complaining helps. Or at least gets someone else to change the next one because you were being way too loud about it during their CNN time."

Shhh. He thought he was clever.

Diaper now changed and child returned to the most epic play ever, Deadpool did the mature thing and tossed the rolled up diaper in Anakin's direction. "Now, we got dolls that crap. So partner off and give it a go."

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