fandomhigh | Thursday, June 27th, 2013

Thursday, June 27th, 2013

Bond sent an email to his class to meet him down at the causeway and to dress warmly. Once they were all there, he took them through a portal. Upon exiting, they'd find themselves on a beach on the verge of sunrise. It was also a fairly cold beach, hence the suggestion to dress warmly.

"Good afternoon, or morning rather," Bond said, leading them to a set of surfboards and wetsuits. "For our final class, I thought we could try some unfamiliar waters, so welcome to Bells Beach, a fairly renowned Australian surf beach." Which would explain the cold, darn axial tilt.

He went on to explain some surfing technique before clapping his hands together. "So let's get changed. It'll feel much less cold once you're in the water."

[Class Roster]

justlurkinghere

Each table in the classroom today had two large vats on it, one full of cookie dough, the other full of stoneware clay.

Try not to get the two confused, okay?

Spaced out around the room were pottery wheels and little baking ovens, as well as stations full of colored icing and sparkly sprinkles, ceramic glaze and, of course, glitter.

No, really. Don't get them confused. That would be bad.

Pinkie was already liberally spattered in something with the color and consistency of either cookie dough or clay. Her tongue stuck out of her mouth as she attempted to maintain control of the towering, unstable vase she was trying to throw. When the top started to get too wobbly, she caught the falling end of it on her tongue and slurped the whole thing up, smacking her lips.

"Right," she said. "Trying to make a cookie dough vase toooootally doesn't work very well."

"We all could have told you that," Derek said with a sigh. Once that was taken care of, he turned his attention to the students. "It's the last day of class, so you get something easy."

Relatively easy. Relatively.

"Fun with ooey-gooey tasty and/or pretty stuff!" Pinkie enthused, flinging her hooves in the air -- without hurling glitter all over the place, for once. "You can make all kinds of shapes out of either cookie dough or clay and then you bake them and then you get to decorate them and then you can share them with your friends!"

This was clearly the greatest idea in the history of ever.

Even though glitter didn't go anywhere, Derek was still flinching as though expecting a shower of it. Because he was traumatized by glitter, people. "Or keep them for yourselves."

Boooo. Derek had no joy in his heart!

Pinkie pouted at him. "That is not the magic of friendship!" she hissed, in what she clearly thought was a whisper. "You're teaching them wrong!"

It was possible she'd been wanting to say that since they first started teaching together last semester.

Really, she should have expected this from the very beginning. Derek just smirked out at the class. "Get to work."

wasthecuteone

Today, class was once again meeting in the Danger Shop, which, when they arrived, was in its resting state except for a table with a plate of cupcakes on it next to where the instructor was standing. "It's our last week together," Petra said, totally bummed out about this. "You guys have been great. I'll be teaching a workshop on surviving on a deserted island next term, which, you never know when it might come in handy, if any of you are interested. Anyway. It seemed like it would be kind of weird to give you a final in 'personal style,' and plus this is summer, it's supposed to be fun, not work, so we're not gonna do that. Instead..." she clicked a button on the remote, and the Danger Shop transformed into a runway surrounded by racks and racks of clothes, accessories, shoes, you name it. "We're gonna have a fashion show! Just go wild, and then strut your stuff." She clicked another button, and the strains of a hip-hop remix of Beena's "Mumbai Love Song" began pumping through the speakers. Perfect fashion show music. "Oh," she added, "the cupcakes are real. Help yourselves!"

professor-lyman.livejournal.com

"Well, this is our last class together," Josh said, "and so today I'll make you work the most fiendishly difficult customer service day of all--Target on a Black Friday."

He waved his coffee mug toward the glass doors. "Out there are hundreds, nay, thousands of sleep-deprived bargain hunters who have been freezing their asses off instead of watching movies with their families at home after Thanksgiving dinner, here for the ten giant flatscreen televisions you have in stock. Try not to be trampled!"

With those cheerful words, Josh moved into the back to leave his class to the onslaught.

Current Mood: devious

amthenight.livejournal.com

It probably wasn't a huge shock that Batman was a few minutes late to his final. It was exactly how he started the session, after all.

But then a few more minutes passed. Just as students might have figured this was part of a test, a laugh could be heard outside the door to the Danger Shop. "Heh heh heh heh heh heh heh. Welcome, kiddies!" the Joker said, bursting through the door on a rolling stand with a laptop on it. As he entered the room, a very large cage dropped around the students, keeping them separate from the clown. "Sorry to say, your teacher couldn't be here today... Well, who am I kidding, I'm not sorry! And you probably couldn't stand the guy! And it's not like he's even an expert in the field! If he was, would he let this happen to him?"

The Joker opened the laptop, which was showing a streaming video of a dazed Batman chained to a chair in what kind of looked like a large warehouse space. "I certainly don't think so. So I'm your sub, Professor Joker! I know what you're thinking and the answer is YES, I AM wired so that any sudden jostling of me by any of you will trigger a bomb that will end Batman's teaching career slightly ahead of schedule AND leave a block or two of your town in cinders. Also, you'll get detention, so I wouldn't rush to break out of that cage just yet, hahahaha."

( Writing Yakko was practice for this. )

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