Fandom High School

When everyone gathered in the Danger Shop, Logan got right to it. "Okay, bubs. You know what you're best at, you know what you gotta do. Use your thing to take me down. If there's no buttock to ground contact, it doesn't count. Let's see what you've got and don't hold back. I can take anything you give me."

Logan paused. "Also, none of you have made me want to stab anyone. That's better than most of the classes I've taught. Congrats."

[OOC: Up early for interaction since I won't be around tomorrow until evening as per usual. And seriously, go all out on him. He has a handy healing factor that'll keep him alive. That should be clear with at least one person's attempt.]

Logan walked into the Danger Shop right after everyone else was settled. "You've had those poker chips for two weeks. First things first, let's see if you actually made any improvement with them. And while you're doing that, tell me something you learned from the karate movie."

After that activity it was time for the actual class to start. "Today we're gonna be combining a few of the skills we've worked on over the past few weeks. Since we're currently in a part of the world that's nothing but beach, we're gonna make sand castles. Three groups this time. First group is the people who are gonna make the sand castles. You're working on your creative skills. Second group is people trying to knock the sand castles down. You're working on strategy and physical skills. Third group is people protecting the sand castles. You're working on defensive skills."

"Attackers, you can do whatever you want to knock the castles down, but remember: if you hurt anyone, you're in trouble. Defenders, no pre-emptive strikes. When an attack comes, either get in its way or get something else in its way. Castle builders, no fighting back. Just keep on building your castle. Think like an ant. If it gets knocked over, just go to work getting it back together again."

[OOC: Sleep now, work until Thursday evening.]

Logan didn't look like he was in a good mood this morning. Not that he often looked like he was in a good mood, but it was a little more clear this time. Before the workshop started, he could probably be heard to mutter something about a stupid Danger Room and stupid programming and words that shouldn't be repeated about electronics in general and why couldn't we just go back to the wild, except keep the breweries. Anyway, he wasn't even wearing his hat. That was on a table today.

"Pay attention, 'cause I'm not repeating anything this week," Logan said when he was ready to start. "Sometimes you can think things through with your creative skills. Other times you need to focus less on your mental dexterity and more on your physical dexterity. If you can use your hands, you can do a lot. It makes you a better fighter, it lets you play music better, it lets you do surgery more efficiently... And if you can focus enough to actually improve your dexterity, you can apply that same focus to pretty much anything. It takes some effort, but so does everything if you're gonna be the best."

"I've got three things for you today to test your dexterity. If you wanna go solo, we've got the classic game, Operation. Just be glad I didn't up the intensity of the vibration if you touch the sides. I could've set the Danger Shop to shock you."

"If you want competition, thumb wrestling. Better yet, no disqualification thumb wrestling. If you can flex your mental dexterity and cheat, more power to you. But if you hurt your partner at all, you'll regret it."

"No matter what you decide to do, you're getting something to work on." Logan picked up his hat and pulled a poker chip out of it. "Poker players have all sorts of chip tricks they like to do to help with dexterity. This one is called the knuckle roll."

Logan balanced a chip on his thumb, then showed off as the chip rolled across his knuckles with ease. "Take one of these, figure out how to do the trick, and work on it. Two weeks from today I want to see you able to do something with it. Speaking of which, I won't be here next week. You'll be dealing with Z. Treat her good or you'll probably regret that, too."

[OOC: Heading off to sleep now, then afk for work. I'll be around by 8 PM EDT or so.

Yeah, that was a lie. I was at work longer than expected. And now I'm exhausted and need sleep. Ugh.]

When the students had gathered in the Danger Shop, they saw a short, hairy man wearing a flannel shirt, jeans, and a cowboy hat leaning against the wall. He stood perfectly still and never looked up until everyone was settled. His nose did twitch repeatedly, though, as if he was smelling the room. Logan realized that may have been somewhat unsettling, but he was okay with that. He did it in part just so they would be unsettled. When he was finally ready, Logan spoke up and got right to the point.

"Okay, bubs, here's how this class is gonna be. My name's Logan. It's not a last name, so don't call me 'Mister Logan' or 'Professor Logan' or anything like that. If you want to show me respect, do it by getting something out of this workshop. If you really wanna call me something besides Logan, go with 'Wolverine.' Anything else and you're gonna regret it."

"Now, I'm the best there is at what I do and what I do isn't pretty. It usually leaves me with a ripped uniform and blood all over the place. Don't worry," Logan said, taking a slight detour from his point. "It's the other guy's blood and he had it comin'. Anyway, everyone's better than everyone else at something, whether they know it or not. Art, hockey, drinkin', piano... You have something. What you're gonna do for me is figure out what that thing is and then you're gonna let me help make sure you're the best at it. We're gonna focus on the building blocks of your skills, and make sure you have a good foundation for whatever it is you're gonna be doing. If you take it seriously no matter how strange the lessons sound, you're gonna come out of this workshop with some personal improvement. If you don't, you're still going to take something away from this class. That thing is probably gonna be that I don't like you."

"Okay, enough of me talkin'. Break up into two groups, people who can deal with being bruised and people who can't. These groups will be important later on. Introduce yourselves, then figure out what it is you're the best at. Anyone who can't tell me what they're the best at by the end of the period is going to get something assigned to them for the rest of the week. Trust me, you don't want that to happen, so you'd better be introspective, bubs."

"Oh, and if you need anything but don't want to bother me, Z's the TA. She's better than all of you at being my TA. She might have something else. I don't know yet. We'll see."

[OOC: Around for a couple hours now, then SP on Thursday until about 8 PM Eastern. I'll do my best to answer any overnight pings in the morning, but we'll see how that goes.]