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Shop Class: [4/24]

The shop class actually looks like a normal shop class today. Mac has generously supplied coffee, muffins and Bagels from J,GOB.

"Today class I thought we'd extend the prom theme a little bit today in honor of one your classmates being elected 'Prince'. Today's assignment is to make yourself a crown and sceptre and then proclaim yourself king or queen over a certain area of influence."

Mac then places a crown he made as an example for class on his. "For instance: I now proclaim myself King of the Shop Class room. Get the idea? Anyone who wears their crown the rest of the day and acts in a royal manner will get an automatic A for the course."

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"Goest forth and completest thine assignment!"

Kawalsky decided to go with a the 'crown-that-could-be-used-as-a-weapon' idea. He got some sheet metal and spent most of the class cutting it up and welding it together to make a nice, pointy metal crown/3D ninja star.

"I proclaim myself King of..." Okay, so he may have forgotten to think of somewhere cool to take over. "Canuckistan!"

"Canuckistan? Okay. Go forth and claim your empire!"

"Can I take the dinosaur with me?"

Sam looked over from where she was working and grinned. "Did you make him a crown?"

He pointed at Sam, as if he was about to give some kind of witty retort. Instead, he realized that she was right, mock-scowled and went to make the dinosaur a weetiny crown.

Denver, always ~~in search of bologna~~ curious, wandered over to see if he could help Kawalsky.

"Unfortunately Denver can leave the room unless we set up holographic emitters throughout the school," Mac said with a tinge of sadness.

Kawalsky definitely wasn't wondering where he could get some of those. Nope.

[ooc: Where's a star trek character when you need one?]

If the dinosaur could roam the school, would it still hold the secrets of the universe?

After all, all the great wise creatures were hermits. . . .

Sam definitely wasn't thinking about where she'd have to position the emitters for maximum dinosaurage.

[ooc:*coughs*Principal'stower*coughs*]

Using a sodering iron (and soder, of course), some sheet metal, several feet of stainless steel wire and a large handful of ornamental fake aluminum coins, Nadia fashioned herself a lightweight, intricate crown that she wouldn't mind wearing for the rest of the day, and turned one of her pencils into a small, jingly little sceptre that could easily double as a hair stick. She put the crown on and jingled her sceptre.

"I hereby declare myself to be . . . um . . . the Empire of Records?"

"Go forth and claim your empire, young queen!"

"Well, I would, but Empire is actually closed on Mondays." Nadia shrugged. "Are you going to wear your crown all day, King Mac?"

"Of course I am. And if Empire records is closed today, maybe you should choose something else to rule."

"Good point." Nadia adjusted her crown, thinking for a minute, then burst into a very unqueenly grin. "I declare myself to be Queen of England! Long live the queen!"

Mac cocked an eyebrow at that. "Enjoy your reign of England for the day..."

Nadia's grin turned just a liiiiiittle bit devious. "Oh, I will."

Sam, having a similar idea to Nadia's and a lack of imagination after a day of working on her Tactics final, constructed a very familiar looking headdress out of some coins from her pockets, some beads and fabric she pulled from old window treatments (after washing them) and some metal clothes hangers as a frame and support.

If Daniel said anything, he was a dead man. She wrapped some colored cable around a wood dowel, then attached a pipe fitting to the end of it. Because what was better than a scepter that doubled as a weapon?

"I am, er, Queen of Electricity."

"May all voltage and current obey your will!"

She curtseyed regally (and extra-impressively, without tipping over from the weight of the headdress). "So says the King, so it shall be done!"

Yeah, way too much coffee during class.

John left his other crown in his room so he goes to work on his new crown and sceptre. He grabs some plastic and spray paints it gold and silver. Then, he cuts it and bends it so it can sit on his head. Then, he tapes Twinkies to it. He figures he'll steal this idea before Xander goes. His sceptre? A wooden rod with a wrapped Twinkies on the end.

"King of Twinkies!"

[ooc - ha! Well....sorta...]

Xander spares about five seconds of regret for the fact that any other day, he'd be cracking up over this and having the time of his life. Now? He's a little... well, distracted by his laptop for one, which he doesn't usually bring to Shop, but also just kind of twitchy in general.

Still, he quietly looks around for materials, and quickly comes back to his lab bench with ... a large paper bag. He cuts eyeholes in the bag, and after staring at it for a second, a mouth-hole, because inability to eat two of the three twinkies on his desk in front of him would cause more twitchiness than ever.

Then he puts the bag over his head, lifts up one of his twinkies in a sceptre-like manner, and declares, "I'm... the emperor of sitting here, shutting up, eating twinkies, and staying the hell out of everybody's way, today.

Ivanova snickered. She knew what she would be wearing to work that day.

Twenty minutes later she had a very shiny crown covered entirely in Wonka bar wrappers. The wee little gems? Multi-coloured tinfoil-covered peanut butter cups from her backpack.

Twenty minutes after settling in on her head, she had a lovely thwacky sceptre that was looking a bit bare at the moment but she fully intended on twining licorice laces around it as soon as she got to work.

"I hereby declare myself ~~Empress of the Lone Islands~~ ~~Duchess of Erat~~ Queen of All That Is Chocolatey!" She paused. "As long as I don't stand for too long in direct sunlight."

Duo, having already been possessed by royalty last Parent's Weekend, figures he could give it another go, only this time be in control of his senses. And maybe be nicer to his roommate. So he sets about using some copper (since gold probably isn't all that practical in shop class) and plastic gems to make himself a crown and a sceptre. He finds some black felt to attach to the arms of an old pair of glasses so he can wear a fake beard.

"I am, once again, King of Denmark!" He proclaims with a grin.

Stark didn't have much of a desire to be king of anything. But if nothing else making a crown was something to do that might be fun. Plus there was food.

After taking a couple muffins, he started working on a crown. A very shiny crown, because why have a crown if it wasn't shiny? After it was finished and buffed to extra-shininess, he got out some dark blue paint and soon had the words "MY SIDE" on the crown. Because what else would he write, really?
Then he started working on an extra-shiny sceptre to go with the crown, also with the words "MY SIDE" on it.

Once he was done, he looked around and nodded to himself a couple times. "King of my side," he said, with what might have been a smirk.

Clearly, Stark has issues with personal boundaries. But he certainly wasn't thinking of drawing a line on the floor of every room he was in today and declaring "This is my side!" Not at all. Well, maybe a little.

"Behold! Camelot!"

"It's only a model."

I seriously <3 you for giving me a reason to use that icon!

I thought you would claim England so you could boss Walter around. :D

That . . . totally didn't occur to me. Can I change my answer?

Dooooooo it.

Eeep!

Wow. Never thought I'd have occasion to use either of those two icons IG. Leave it to you.

I never thought so many people would have crown icons at their disposal!

*wonders if RDA ever wore a crown*

I love you so much for giving me an excuse to use this icon again. <333333333

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