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"Congratulations, you survived the semester!" Kitty greeted the class. "Well, mostly. It's only Monday. It's been a weird semester, and hopefully you learned something. You actually put way more thought into it than anyone probably did before. So today you're got a final exam to take, and then you get to celebrate."

And as she started passing out the tests, she added, "Whimsically."

throughaphase

Class was in the Danger Shop today, because Kitty had another kid this weekend, and screw the syllabus this week.

"Right, so this is not a normal class, so we're going to deviate a little from discussion questions," she greeted them, standing in front of boxes upon boxes of dress up clothes. "Today you're going to put together your perfect crimefighting outfit. You'll find everything you need in these bins, or on one of the racks over there, and then if you want you can strut your stuff and show it off for the class."

Yep. Fashion show day.

throughaphase

Today there was a fancy table full of cups of coffee and teas, along with a bunch of fresh pastries.

"Morning, everyone. Feel free to grab the breakfast stuff," Kitty said. "I didn't bring it, Fandom seems to have provided it."

She wouldn't mind if this stuff went on forever, actually?

"And it's maybe needed, because today's question is getting philosophical," Kitty said, and pulled out her notecard. "Today's class is about Destiny. If there really is no such thing, then just what the heck is going on? If a crimefighter fights crime because Destiny told him to but it doesn't exist, then what is he doing? Is the crime being fought? Is it even crime? Is the crimefighter committing crime himself by punching the apparent criminals in the face and thwarting what may apparently not be their Evil Schemes?"

She lowered the card and shrugged.

throughaphase

"Morning class," Kitty greeted them. "We're having a bit of a sequel to a previous class today. Remember the roadrunner and coyote? Well we're going back to wherever that was all a thing."

She picked up her notecard and read, because honestly she liked reading from these notes, it was better that way, "I have reports of at least one incident where a hunter was misled by anthropomorphic animals- who have, it should be noted, pretty keen minds and are from the same dimension as our old friend Mr. Road Runner- into thinking that it was rabbit season when it was, in fact, duck season. Now, this man is a professional hunter, fully licensed for hunting and handling firearms. If he is tricked by the animals into shooting an out-of-season animal- such as a rabbit, a goat, a mongoose, a dirty skunk, or a baseball- what should happen to the hunter? Should he be punished? Lose his hunting license? Or should he get off because he was tricked? And should anything be done to the animals who performed this trickery?"

throughaphase

Happy first period! There were stuffed bunnies on all the desks. Who knew why.

"Pop quiz time," Kitty greeted them. "Technically. This was a quiz that I'm turning into a discussion. This consists of two big questions:

"1. The Police, Courts, and Corrections are the Three Wheels of the Tricycle of Justice! Which Wheel is in front, which are in back, and why?

"2. Vigilanteism. It is against the law. Under what circumstances, if any, is it okay to take the law into your own hands?

throughaphase

Kitty had a class planned. And then she walked in and there was the world's cleanest ball pit in the room. Okay. So she'd decided maybe she'd have a movie day, but all the TV would play was cartoons.

"You know what, this makes about as much sense as anything I read in this class," Kitty decided. "Hang out and watch cartoons. Did anyone bring anything whimsical for extra credit?"

You could have show and tell in a ball pit.

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Back to the regular routine, all! Right after a time change! And your first class of the day was nonsensical! Good luck.

"Welcome back," Kitty greeted them, lesson notecard in hand. "We're going back to the Real World today… not sure why this guy capitalized that. Apparently back in the 80s there weee tales of a class out of a police academy in a big city. They were in desperate need of new officers, so they lowered the bar so much. Just so much. Some of the most prominent members of the class resulting from this included a con man, a man with the superhuman ability to parrot just about any noise, an unusually tall and strong florist, a small, generally quiet woman with some drastic anger management issues, and a gun enthusiast who was perhaps a bit too enthusiastic. This class of cadets was led by a lieutenant who displayed nothing but open disregard for all of them.

"The important thing is that this group had managed to pool their forces to save their city several times - as well as, for some reason, Moscow once - but it seems to me that there are other ways of bolstering a police force during times of need besides lowering your criteria for officers and hoping for the best. Don't get me wrong, these people sound like a good group, but I suspect that they'd be better suited to non-official law enforcement, like superheroing. They're definitely colorful enough for that!"

Kitty frowned. "I meant it's true, but he didn't have to say it. Anyway, the discussion topic for today is how would you strengthen a police force that is in need of officers to this degree? Or, are you cool with this lowered standard and why?"

throughaphase

"Morning, everybody," Kitty greeted the class. "Hopefully everyone got last week's take home tests in. Because seriously, it was super easy, and you didn't have to come to class. Though it did tell me that maybe I should be doing more metaphors in this class. Anyway.

"We're back to scenarios today, back to a real world sense of Justice. I'm bringing you a story from a small town in Colorado, where there are hundreds of obituary pages for a school age boy. These are not coincidences, and it's not a common name in the town: it's the same kid dying over and over. Sometimes it's murder. Sometimes it's accidental manslaughter. Sometimes it's a freak accident, which stops being a freak thing when it happens that often. As far as we can tell, he's really truly dead each tine, only to be alive and well the next day. He doesn't seem to be a mutant, have superpowers, or be stuck in an endless time loop until he discovers his killer. Some people have killed this person more than once, either by accident or design.

"So the question is, if someone kills this guy more than once, is it considered serial killing? Is it the number of acts that counts towards this distinction, or the number of victims? If you plotted his death, is that still murder if he's alive the next day? How do you prosecute this? Discuss."

Kitty shrugged.

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Late Sunday night, Kitty sent an email to all of the students in her class.

None of you want to be in class today, probably! Luckily the next thing on the syllabus was a test, so rather than coming in today, you can take this test from the relative comfort of your dorm rooms or wherever. Please have this completed by Friday (email is fine), and please forgive how much I haven't properly gone over metaphors in this criminal justice class, apparently.

This should be easy, right?

throughaphase

Kitty has been here for a ridiculous amount of time by now, so she knew what was happening.

Of course, last night she'd sent out emails to meet in the Danger Shop and it didn't register that thjs was happening until she was waiting for the class to arrive and now she was just having so many regrets and hoping the students hadn't figured it out yet.

"So," she said, when everyone was standing there with a series of clothing racks and dressing rooms on the ground around her, with tall buildings looming in the background,"in the syllabus there was a whole thing about sidekick tryouts. We're not going to do that, but I figured if you're going the vigilante type route as this guy did, a costume would be a good idea. You can express your individuality, come up with your own character, whatever you need to do. So that's today. There's plenty of stuff to choose from-" Because she understood not wanting to parade around in spandex and now she was really hoping she didn't set a bunch of horny teenagers to parade around in spandex. "-don't feel like you have to conform to a certain look.

"And then for extra credit you're going to be able to come up with a battlecry of some sort and tell it from a rooftop, which honestly just sounds fun."

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"Good morning, class!" Kitty greeted them, and gestured towards the coffees and tea and pastries spread out on a table. "I brought stuff, because I e decjded I cannot pose today's question to you without giving you the opportunity to be caffeinated."

So buckle up, kids.

"Ahem," she said, pulling out the notecard. "This is the story of a very hungry coyote and a swift, flightless bird.

Reports state that the coyote has been chasing a pretty darn unique breed of roadrunner with blue feathers that can run at extremely high speeds. The coyote has resorted to technology- guess it's a special breed of coyote, too- often purchasing products from the Acme company in attempts to catch this roadrunner. He hasn't even come close to succeeding.

Over the years, the coyote has proven to be less than keen with his plans. He rolls boulders at the roadrunner and gets squished by them. He throws dynamite down and gets blown up himself. The number of times he has fallen off a cliff is undetermined, but it's a lot of times, chums!" Kitty looked up. "'Chums' is on here. Anyway. Sometimes these plans backfire on the coyote through sheer bad luck. Other times, this roadrunner actively turns the situation around. He breaks universal laws by running through a solid mountain and taunting the coyote to follow, which ends in a concussion. He purposely leads the coyote off a cliff where the coyote will surely fall to major injury. And there have been several instances where the roadrunner ran the coyote over in a truck, at least once when the coyote was held in place by glue (it's a wacky story).

If we treat the coyote and roadrunner as citizens - and since they have at least one credit card, one driver's license, and one university diploma between then, and were born in America, it is probably a fair treatment - we could apply the American legal system to their conflict. Keeping in mind that the coyote has repeatedly attempted to murder the roadrunner over the years (and not out of simple hunger - if he were just hungry, he could theoretically buy food with his credit cards), and that the roadrunner has not only not pressed charges but also has reportedly mocked the coyote openly and to his face as a challenge, we apparently have some questions to answer. I guess."

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"All right, class!" Kitty greeted them once everyone had arrived. "Are you ready for another nonsensical hypothetical that I gave to make up conditions for? Keen! Because that's what you're getting!"

She pulled out a handy notecard- shes decided it made her look like a game show or late night talk show host and she appreciated that- and read, "Picture this: A street musician whose Street Performers License expires that day is performing at a reasonable time. His saxophone playing is so bad, though, that it confuses a bird, who then flies smack into some unlucky guy's forehead!' What steps would you take in this situation?"

She lowered the card. "Yep. Let's go."

Kitty was maybe learning to embrace the chaos of this syllabus.

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Were you all ready for a very unique take on criminal justice as reinterpreted by an occasional superhero? Because class was starting.

"All right, so," Kitty said, looking at her notecards not because she didn't remember the material, but because the wording was something she sometimes had to get exact. "This class is apparently going to be on the different institutions involved in justice. Namely, 'The three basic parts of Criminal Justice are the Police- and concerned citizens who fight crime in colored spandex-" Kitty raised her own hand at that. "-the Courts, and Corrections. Police capture criminals, courts throw them in prison if they're found guilty, and corrections keep them in prison until their dues to society have been paid.' Which is a little simplistic, to say the least, but keep in mind that last week the extra credit was about cute kittens and we're probably not getting a ton deeper with this particular syllabus.

"...And there's a kitten theme because for our discussion, we have a hypothetical: if you found someone juggling kittens against their will, what would you do? Since there is no law against Kitten Juggling. I'm also going to say this means those kittens are unharmed, but not unjuggled. So I guess what you would expect those three basic parts of criminal justice to do to a kitten juggler."

Kitty maybe looked like she was regretting the old kitten theme.

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This class was more or less going to take place in the classroom. Maybe. Kitty had done a runthrough of the syllabus and notes that she'd found for this semester and she had some questions.

"Good morning! Welcome to your actual first class," Kitty greeted them. "I'm going to be honest: despite my long history of superheroing, this class is based on notes from an old class I found and was kind of dying to try. So whoever this The Tick is, this is his fault."

~~This class was a narrative choice.~~

"So we're going to have questions to discuss," she continued. "There will also be ample opportunities for extra credit, and there are times this might just straight up be insane, so buckle up."

throughaphase

All right, so spring semester was off to a great start.

Early in the morning an email went out, with a note reading the same being tacked to the door of the class.

Due to mass kidnapping, Criminal Justice class won't be held today. But because of the mass kidnapping, I want you to think about what criminal justice really means to you for the next class.

What.

10secondcar

"So let's say you've committed a crime," Brian said. "Or you're a cop and you're after a guy who, I don't know, stole an apple. There are a couple of things you need to know that are going to shape your life for a few years. First, there's the statute of limitations, which rules how long after your crime you can be charged for it. Most places don't have a statute of limitations on major crimes like murder, but that apple, eh, no one's going to care after a while about petty theft. And, if you're a cop, that means if you see a guy who you know stole an apple twenty years ago, you can't tackle him yelling, 'Stop, thief!' That just makes you look crazy.

"Now, if you did commit a major crime, or you just really, really don't want to go to prison for five minutes for stealing that apple, you need to know your country's extradition agreements. Where can you go that won't send you back to face trial? Obviously this is going to take some extra money, so if you just stole an apple...might not be worth robbing a bank to get to Andorra. And if you're a cop and you're on vacation in Andorra and you see your notorious apple thief there...again, it's just not worth it.

"So, your assignment for today is to discuss under what circumstances it's even worth it to pursue someone for committing a crime. The justice system has one set of rules, but maybe you disagree."

10secondcar

Today's class was meeting in the Danger Shop, which was set up to look like an empty street in LA, with a neat row of Mitsubishi Eclipses awaiting the students.

"Oh, no!" Brian said, much more cheerfully than his words. "You're being chased by the cops! Doesn't matter why. But you don't want to get caught. Also doesn't matter why. Your cars are equipped with GPS guiding you to a safe location, but you may not be able to take the recommended route. Prepare for frequent reroutes. First one to shake your cop wins. Aaaaand GO."

10secondcar

"This week we're going to talk about something that's more oriented to if you're dealing with law enforcement as a suspect or something than if you're planning to be law enforcement," Brian said at the beginning of today's class. "Don't get me wrong, if you're planning to be a cop, you need to pay attention to this, too, because today we're going to talk about your rights. Not broader rights like freedom of speech or the right to vote, but specifically what your rights are when you get arrested.

"If you've ever seen any type of cop show, you've heard them read someone their rights. 'You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will...'blah blah blah. But here's the thing. It's really important to know your rights. Now, they may vary, depending on where you are, so if you're traveling to another country or...planet or whatever, be sure to bring yourself up to date on that before you go. And seriously: use your rights. If you have the right to silence, be silent. Well, say, 'I want my lawyer,' and then shut it, because I got a news flash for you: the cops' first priority is not protecting your rights, it's solving crimes. So you gotta look out for yourself.

"In the USA, if you're arrested, first off, you have the right to know your rights." Brian quirked up one corner of his mouth and said, "I know, it sounds redundant, but it's actually kind of critical. You also have the right to remain silent, and you have the right to an attorney. This means that you can have a legal professional with you when you're being questioned, to advise you on things like whether or not you should answer a particular question. If you cannot afford an attorney, the state is required to provide you with one. If you're charged with a crime, among other things you have the right to a trial by jury and to no 'cruel and unusual punishment.' Which means torture. Having to eat jailhouse slop is legally neither cruel nor unusual.

"Now, if you're a cop of some stripe yourself, you absolutely need to know what your prisoners' rights are, so you don't violate them, and get a case thrown out and a criminal back on the streets.

"So, I was wondering, what do the rights of the accused look like where you're from, and what do you think about that? If you don't know that much about how that works back home, A) your homework is to learn, and B) tell me what you think about what I told you about how it works here."

10secondcar

"Hey, guys!" Brian greeted his students. If he looked kind of haggard, that was because he had spent a lot of last night trying to clean all the cat hair from what was apparently his apartment now, only to give up and fall asleep on the bare mattress (because of course he didn't have sheets for the bed) and be woken by the cat Wash had apparently left behind, presumably to torment Brian, walking across his face at 2 AM. He'd had to feed it the can of tuna he found in the back of one of the cabinets to get it to shut up and let him go back to sleep. So he guessed he had a cat now. He was thinking of calling it Vince; it was almost as annoying. "First off, really sorry about last week. Something...something came up. But I'm here now, so let's get started, yeah? In case you're wondering why I'm qualified to teach this class: I used to be a cop out in LA, but that, uh, that didn't work out. And now I teach here!" Yeah, he was leaving a lot out of this scintillating tale. "I bet you thought you were done with introductions, but spoiler alert, you're not: gimme your name, where you're from, and an interaction you've had with law enforcement in the past. If you've managed to avoid that so far, tell me something about law enforcement in your universe--those of you who have encountered the law can tell me about how things work in your universe, too, if you want."

amthenight.livejournal.com

It was probably a weird sight, but there were all kinds of breakfast foods in the classroom today, along with coffee, milk, and juices. There had to be a trick here, right?

"As mentioned in e-mail last week," Batman stated, "I considered the events that were taking place to be your final. Whether or not you felt the need to go out and fight any of the invaders, there was plenty to do in the name serving the people of Fandom. Did you research? Did you give emotional support to your classmates? How did you respond in a time of need?"

"That's all I want to know this week. Otherwise, treat yourselves to breakfast."

amthenight.livejournal.com

Considering that Batman had basically spent two days now brawling with dudes all over Chimera Court, it probably wasn't a surprise that there wasn't a class meeting today. On the other hand, all of his students did get an e-mail.

TO: Criminal Justice Students
FROM: [email protected]
SUBJECT: Early Final

It's pass/fail in two sections. 1) Help people however you can. 2) Don't die. Permanently, at least. We'll review next week.

For the record, he'd been threatening IT about the e-mail address for months.

amthenight.livejournal.com

"We're combining some recent classes this week, but the end result won't be as exciting as you might hope," Batman said. The Danger Shop was once again a city, and there were cars once again. "One of most important parts of police work is having patience. That applies to finding the right piece of evidence, of course, and being able to maintain your cool so that you don't cross any lines."

"But it also applies to the sheer, boring act of long-term observation. A police stakeout could last hours, sometimes even days. And during that time, you not only have to keep yourself focused, you also have to keep yourself from going mad from not doing anything," Batman explained. "Fortunately, you'll generally have a partner who should be able to help matters, whether it's by talking, getting coffee, or taking watch while you get some rest."

"That's what you're doing today. Sit in one of the cars with a partner and kill time while paying careful attention for whatever might happen. And something will happen."

amthenight.livejournal.com

The Danger Shop was a dark cityscape today. When the students walked in, they would find themselves in the middle of a nearly empty street while signs of activity were coming from other blocks.

The only thing on the street right here, though, was a very snazzy car. Oh, and Batman, standing in front of it. "As you're aware by now, I don't have any powers. And yet I patrol and defend one of the largest cities in the country in my world. Doing that takes planning, forethought, contacts, and vehicles."

"I can and do get around on the rooftops, both running and jumping across them and using a grapple to swing around them," Batman explained. "But there are limits to how fast I can run. When I need to cover several miles quickly, I generally resort to one of three vehicles."

( Very loosely based on an actual story from my week. )

amthenight.livejournal.com

The Danger Shop looked quite a bit like a courtroom today, only with a big projection screen where the judge would normally be. What could be going on?

"Today we're going to watch a live trial. However, since most courts in the area don't allow students led by a man in a bat costume to be spectators, I had to make special arrangements," Batman explained as the screen started to show the interior of a courtroom.

( SPOILER: of course the trial they're watching is going to end in a courthouse brawl. )

amthenight.livejournal.com

"In policework, observation is key. In order to test your observational skill and see how you can adapt, I'm going to run you through tests," Batman explained as a scene appeared in front of the class. The joys of the Danger Shop. "Take a close look at the view in front of you, then turn around."

Behind the class, an almost identical shot appeared. Almost identical.

"There are several scenes to look through, each with four differences between the two shots. See what you can see. If you have trouble with it, try harder. There will be homework at the end of class to help you practice your observational skills over the next week."

amthenight.livejournal.com

"We're taking it easy this week," Batman said. "Plans for an Order section have fallen through and a Law field trip is upcoming. That means we'll need to focus on vigilantism for another week. In the spirit of the holiday we just went through, we're going to focus on costumes."

Batman used the Danger Shop remote to turn the lights on in the shop, showing a large collection of clothes, capes, boots, gloves, and so on in all sorts of bold colors.

"Your costume choices should speak to what you're trying to accomplish. My costume is gray and black. Not only does this help me blend into the darkness when I need to be stealthy, but the colors and shapes of my costume are intended to strike fear into the hearts of criminals. With that, simple colors are better. You don't want to detract from your point with too much."

"With that in mind, get to work. We'll look at your costumes at the end of class."

amthenight.livejournal.com

"Today," Batman said, pausing for dramatic effect, "we're talking about dedicating yourself to vigilantism."

( Nananananananana Bat-lecture! )

amthenight.livejournal.com

"A few weeks ago, we talked about lawyers," Batman said. "We're following up on that this week. I may have given you the impression that criminal lawyers are slimy, amoral,greedy sociopaths. And if I hadn't given that impression, then let me clear it up for you. Many are. But today, I'd like to introduce you to a better kind of criminal lawyer; the public defender."

( Not like Daredevil. He's a vigilante, not a public defender. He's not even a Defender of any sort. But that's not Batman's company anyway. )

amthenight.livejournal.com

The Danger Shop was a darkened alley today. It was too dark to see any detail if you looked around, but that would be fixed very soon.

Batman stood in front of the class in full costume, cape draped over his body as usual, showing no signs of being affected by anything in the air at all.

"When someone is killed, several levels of law enforcement become involved," Batman started, and yes, you were in a darkened alley when Batman was talking about people being killed. If you were good detectives, you could probably already figure out that you were going to see a simulated corpse. If you were a bad detective, you might think Batman was about to kill you. But come on, he doesn't kill, guys.

( We'll see if you can... make the cut. YEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! )

amthenight.livejournal.com

The Danger Shop today was probably not what anyone might be expecting now that you were in the 'concerned individual' class in the rotation. Judging from the fact that the shop currently appeared to be a nicely furnished basement with snacks and beverages with plenty of couches and comfy seats, you might get the impression that this week's class would be about concerned individuals without the implied quotes.

Batman, for his part, was still at a podium. "I recognize that from my costume and from what I've said in class so far, you might be expecting more of a focus on vigilantism. We'll get to that. But first, some history."

( He's totally stringing this out on purpose. )

amthenight.livejournal.com

"Today we're going to take a brief look at lawyers," Batman said right at the top of class. "I won't stereotype them. Some are greedy. Some are immoral. Some do good work for free. Some do good work for a lot of money. Not all of them lie whenever their lips are moving, as the joke goes. But any lawyer you find should be able to present a compelling argument based on truth or whatever they can come up with to support the evidence they have."

( Talky class! )

amthenight.livejournal.com

Welcome to the Danger Shop as programmed by Batman, kids! Today the shop looked like a dark, imposing, but strikingly beautiful cityscape. It was nighttime in the programmed city, and Batman spent a fair amount of time making sure to program the wind to get just the right degree of foreboding. Did I mention that you were in an alley? Because you were.

If you had ever been to Gotham City, this would look very familiar.

( Ride Along! )

amthenight.livejournal.com

There were no big dramatic flourishes today. Well, relatively speaking. Batman was still standing at a podium at the front of the room, which was pretty dramatic in its own way.

"Our society is built on rules. Laws. Some can be malleable. Others are rigid. In general, they have been created to protect the people within the society," Batman explained. "But then you get the people who shun these rules. The ones who, for right or for wrong, step outside of society. Thieves. Murderers. Yes, vigilantes."

"You are here because you're interested in the breaking of these societal rules and how society deals with people who break them," Batman said. "Or because you had an extra class requirement and picked at random. Either way, I expect you to keep up with the class or transfer to another class as soon as I'm done speaking."

( CHUNG! CHUNG! )

famous-gut.livejournal.com

The danger shop was turned back into the MTAC when the students arrived and Gibbs was already there sipping his coffee. This time the room looked normal and there wasn't a badger in sight.

( And then Gibbs began to talk. A lot. )

[OCD is Up!]

famous-gut.livejournal.com

Gibbs breezed into the classroom just as the bell rang. "Sit," he ordered everyone in the classroom. "No talking."

He took a long sip of coffee as he waited for the class to settle in. "Today we talk about interrogation. There's two categories of interrogation. The first category is strictly about gathering information. Here you interview everyone. Friends. Family. Co-workers. If the damn cat can talk, you get a statement. When you do this, pay attention to their answers. Ignore nothing. Someone uses a funny word choice? Make a note of it. Someone makes an off-hand comment? Note it. After you're done with these interviews? Verify everything. Why? Because people lie and usually they're pretty crappy about covering it up."

He took a breath and another couple of gulps of coffee. "The other type of interrogation is the kind you always see in cop shows. When you have evidence on a person of interest you get him or her and bring him into a room. Then you let that person sit and stew for a bit. Unless the person is a sociopath, this is usually the best way to loosen 'em up. Then you go in and you be intimidating. You're not the friendly guy with notepad taking a statement. You have evidence. You line it up in front of him. You tell him you think he's guilty and you nail him to the wall with it. Doesn't matter if the evidence is shaky. He doesn't know that. Even if that person isn't guilty he or she might let loose a bit of information that'll help with the case. If you make them cry and they are innocent? Too bad. The case is what matters."

Gibbs then gestured at his students. "Pair up. Time to see what you got and if you paid attention."

famous-gut.livejournal.com

There had been a *handwavy* notice for all the students to meet at the shooting range for class today. When the class arrived all the safety gear was laid out for them and several examples of fire arms were laid out on the table.

He also made sure the rules were posted and read off every one to the students. It was clear he was not going to tolerate any foolishness today.

SAFETY RULES:

· TREAT ALL GUNS AS IF THEY WERE LOADED

· KEEP YOUR FINGER OFF THE TRIGGER UNTIL READY TO FIRE

· BE SURE OF YOUR TARGET AND WHAT’S BEYOND

· ALWAYS WEAR HEARING AND EYE PROTECTION

· NEVER USE ALCOHOL OR DRUGS BEFORE OR WHILE SHOOTING.

· CHECK IN ALL WEAPONS BEFORE YOU LEAVE THE RANGE.

"You violate any of those rules?" Gibbs said giving all the students a hairy eyeball, "Or even point a gun at something other than the target, so help me I'll smack you in the head and throw you in detention so fast it'll make your head spin."

( That being said... )

famous-gut.livejournal.com

Gibbs had decided that today he was going to set up a brand new class in the Danger Shop. By himself.

( This was a very bad idea. )

"Class is canceled," he growled and started passing out handouts. "We'll go over the results next week. Review the handouts which we are going to use for a future class. Dismissed."

[OCD is up! Have fun with your BDE AU!]

famous-gut.livejournal.com

When the class entered the Danger Shop today they'll find that it had been transformed into tactical room, complete with multiple wide screen televisions, theater seating and more computers than you could shake a stick at.

"All right," Gibbs said sipping from his ever-present coffee cup. "Last week you gathered evidence. For those of you who don't have any law enforcement background, it should be pretty evident that evidence is everything. Mishandle one item of evidence and chances are some scumbag lawyer will get a guilty man off on a technicality."

"This leads me to two additional rules. Number thirteen: Never, ever involve a lawyer. Because they're a royal pain in the ass and you'll never get any work done. The other rule is number eight: never take anything for granted. That means take everything you've gathered with a grain of salt. Whatever theories or thoughts you had about the victim, her lifestyle or the situation she died should never be considered concrete until all the work is done. Evidence can't lie but it's subject to interpretation. That's why when you're done gathering the evidence and the body you hand it over to the medical examiner and a forensic specialist to find out the facts. To help us out with the evidence we're going to have some assistance here."

Gibbs then turned to the large video screen in the front of the room as some very familiar faces appeared.

( Or at least familiar to Gibbs )

( And the evidence bags go to.... )

[OCD is finally up!]

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Gibbs had left word for the entire class to meet him at the Main Campfire for today's class, rain or shine, however Gibbs was no where to be seen.

A few minutes later Gibbs was marching through the campfire shouting at everyone to get their gear.

( Let's get your butts moving... )

( The OOC: )

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Students for the Criminal Justice workshop were notified to meet at the main campfire ~~CAMPFIRE!~~ for their workshop.

As the students gather the first thing the would probably notice is there is a large truck sitting next to the campfire. How it got there on an island with weetiny streets? Sorry. Gibbs isn't telling. Next to the truck is a stack of large plastic cases resembling tackle boxes. Each box was labeled with the name of the students.

Gibbs himself is standing next to the truck with his ever present cup of coffee in his hand. "Welcome to the Criminal Justice workshop," he said once everyone had arrived. "I'm Jethro Gibbs. I've spent the last 16 years working for NCIS. If you've never heard of it, I wouldn't be surprised. Think of it as the FBI for the Navy and Marines. For the next several weeks I'm going to be drilling into your heads the basics of investigating a criminal case."

He paused long enough to take a sip of coffee before continuing.

"First off, introductions. Everyone tell me your name and what you hope to get out of this course," Gibbs said as he began handing out a forensic equipment checklist. "After that I want you to go through the van and fill up your forensic kits. Get everything on the list except for the cameras. We'll have to share those as there aren't enough to go around. Make sure you bring your forensic equipment to each class Or you're fired. When you're done with your kits you'll need to take your own fingerprints. This is standard procedure in case you accidentally touch something at a crime scene without gloves."

He then gave everyone a glare of warning.

"Which we shouldn't have to do because you'll be wearing gloves the entire time we're investigating a crime scene. But that's another class. Now tell me who you are, get your kits together and get your fingerprints taken."

[OCD is up!]

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The danger shop had be returned to the MTAC setting as it was a few weeks ago. Gibbs marched in just as the bell rank with a tray of coffee and another tray of something called "Caf-Pow!"

"Sit," he commanded as he laid down the trays and selected a cup of coffee for himself. "Let's go over what we've done so far. We've gathered the evidence. You've apprehended the bad guys and you've worked on interrogation. Now it's time to review what we've learned so far."

( Where Gibbs talks a heck of a lot... )

[OCD is up]

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Gibbs breezed into the classroom just as the bell rang. "Sit," he ordered everyone in the classroom. "No talking."

He took a long sip of coffee as he waited for the class to settle in. "Last week you 'caught' the bad guy. Today we talk about interrogation. There's two categories of interrogation. The first category is strictly about gathering information. Here you interview everyone. Friends. Family. Co-workers. If the damn cat can talk, you get a statement. When you do this pay attention to their answers. Ignore nothing. Someone uses a funny word choice? Make a note of it. Someone makes an off-hand comment? Note it. After you're done with these interviews? Verify everything. Why? Because people lie and usually they're pretty crappy about covering it up."

He took a breath and another couple of gulps of coffee. "The other type of interrogation is the kind you always see in cop shows. When you have evidence on a person of interest you get him or her and bring him into a room. Then you let that person sit and stew for a bit. Unless the person is a sociopath, this is usually the best way to loosen 'em up. Then you go in and you be intimidating. You're not the friendly guy with notepad taking a statement. You have evidence. You line it up in front of him. You tell him you think he's guilty and you nail him to the wall with it. Doesn't matter if the evidence is shaky. He doesn't know that. Even if that person isn't guilty he or she might let loose a bit of information that'll help with the case. If you make them cry and they are innocent? Too bad. The case is what matters."

Gibbs then gestured at his students. "Pair up. Time to see what you got and if you paid attention."

[~~Wait for the~~ OCD is up]

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When the students arrived at the Danger shop today they'll find that it had been transformed into full service car wash.

"I'm switching things up on our syllabus today," Gibbs said sipping his coffee. "Today we're going to be learning how to capture a fugitive. Half of you will be the fugitives, the rest of you are the chasers. When we've done one round then we'll switch. If you need to know who this is done then we'll give you an example."

Turning around to look at his TA's, he pointed at Buffy. "Summers. Arrest Skywalker for murder. Feel free to rough him up."

When that little demonstration was done Gibbs then went on to do a demonstration on how to handcuff a suspect.

Finally Gibbs read off the following list of names:

( Fugitives! )

"This group is the first group of fugitives," Gibbs called out. "If your name was not read off then you need to start chasing and arresting people. NOW!"

[ooc: OCD is up! Setting is a car wash with all the appropriate items. "Fugitives" can try and run through/hide in the car wash or cars or anything else around the car wash.]

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Criminal Justice: Class Three

When the class entered the Danger Shop today they'll find that it had been transformed into tactical room, complete with multiple wide screen televisions, theater seating and more computers than you could shake a stick at.

"All right," Gibbs said sipping from his ever-present coffee cup. "Last week you gathered evidence. For those of you who aren't law enforcement teenager freaks from the future, it should be pretty evident that evidence is everything. Mishandle one item of evidence and chances are some scumbag lawyer will get a guilty man off on a technicality."

Yes. He was giving hard looks at those students who claimed to be lawyers or lawyer-wannabees.

"This leads me to two additional rules. Number thirteen: Never, ever involve a lawyer. Because they're a royal pain in the ass and you'll never get any work done. The other rule is number eight: never take anything for granted. That means take everything you've gathered with a grain of salt. Whatever theories or thoughts you had about the victim, her lifestyle or the situation she died should never be considered concrete until all the work is done. Evidence can't lie but it's subject to interpretation. That's why when you're done gathering the evidence and the body you hand it over to the medical examiner and a forensic specialist to find out the facts. To help us out with the evidence we're going to have some assistance here."

Nodding at Ben to do... whatever technical thing needed to be done, Gibbs turned to the large video screen in the front of the room as some very familiar faces appeared.

( Well at least familiar to Gibbs... )

[OCD is up. NOW you can sign in.]

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Gibbs had left word for the entire class to meet him at the Main Campfire for today's class, rain or shine, however Gibbs was no where to be seen.

( A few minutes later Gibbs was shouting at everyone to get their gear... )

( The OOC: )

[OCD is up!]

famous-gut.livejournal.com

Students for the Criminal Justice workshop were notified to meet at the main campfire ~~CAMPFIRE!~~ for their workshop.

As the students gather the first thing the would probably notice is there is a large truck sitting next to the campfire. How it got there on an island with weetiny streets? Sorry. Gibbs isn't telling. Next to the truck is a stack of large plastic cases resembling tackle boxes. Each box was labelled with the name of the students.

Gibbs himself is standing next to the truck with his ever present cup of coffee in his hand. "Welcome to the Criminal Justice workshop," he said once everyone had arrived. "I'm Jethro Gibbs. I've spent the last 16 years working for NCIS. If you've never heard of it, I wouldn't be surprised. Think of it as the FBI for the Navy and Marines. For the next several weeks I'm going to be drilling into your heads the basics of investigating a criminal case."

He paused long enough to take a sip of coffee before continuing.

"First off, introductions. Everyone tell me your name and what you hope to get out of this course," Gibbs said as he began handing out a forensic equipment checklist. "After that I want you to go through the van and fill up your forensic kits. Get everything on the list except for the cameras. We'll have to share those as there aren't enough to go around. Make sure you bring your forensic equipment to each class Or you're fired. When you're done with your kits you'll need to take your own fingerprints. This is standard procedure in case you accidentally touch something at a crime scene without gloves."

He then gave everyone a glare of warning.

"Which we shouldn't have to do because you'll be wearing gloves the entire time we're investigating a crime scene. But that's another class. Now tell me who you are, get your kits together and get your fingerprints taken."

[OCD is up! Please read OOC note regarding Gibbs!]

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After receiving a very odd phone call that morning from someone claiming to be stuck keeping a messiah from dying, Renee found herself in the school.

Teaching.

At least she wasn't doing it alone.

"Good morning class," Dale said stepping forward and adjusting his tie. "I am Special Agent Dale Cooper and this is my colleague Detective Renee Montoya. For those of you who are not familiar with either one of use we are members of the local law enforcement community and we are here today to walk you through your final exam."

Renee nodded toward the class, hands clasped behind her back at attention. "I'm not sure what exactly you've been taught up until now, but today we'll be testing you one any skills you hopefully would pick up in a class like this."

If it wasn't taught by a criminal, most likely.

"We'll be giving you an actual case," Dale said leaning against the desk. "One that I am intimately familiar with. Your job is to use the deductive method we provide you to identify the culprit."

"When traditional methods of finding evidence there are other..." Renee looked over at Cooper. "Less conventional ways to solve the case. Controlled meditation in my case."

"In my case it involves a subconsciously gained knowledge of a deductive technique involving mind-body coordination operating hand in hand with the deepest level of intuition," Dale said without skipping a beat. "But first let's go over the crime data. Victim is one Laura Palmer. Murdered and left for dead on the shores of Twin Peaks. Autopsy found that she had sex with two men before she was murdered and her tox screen showed signs of alcohol and cocaine. Our list of suspects include:

Leo Johnson: Cocaine dealer with a nasty temper. Supplied the victim with cocaine and involved her in drug trafficking
Jacque Renault: Leo's partner and blackjack dealer at the casino/brothel where the victim worked part time.
Bobby Briggs: The victim's boyfriend who has a bad attitude and seems to be involved with the local drug trade.
James Hurley: The victim's secret boyfriend who is currently dating the victim's best friend.
Donna Hayward: Laura Palmer's best friend. Also now dating her secret boyfriend.
Leland Palmer: The victim's distraught father. Murdered Jacque Renault while insane with grief.
Sara Palmer: The vicitm's mother. Became unhinged mentally after the murder of her daughter."

Looking away for a moment, Renee just nodded as the suspects were listed.

"Now you'll choose which method you want to use in an attempt to figure out the case." She might have smirked just a little about it. "Good luck."

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Deadpool was trying very hard to ignore the weetiny sheep clinging to him right now. There was even one clinging to one of his knifes!

...

He was watching that one extra close.

But he had a job to do, darn it. "Good morning class--"

"Baaaaaaah."

Deadpool paused, waiting for them to be done. "--oooohkay. So today we'll be learning why televsion lies to use about forensic--"

"BAAAAAAAAAAH!"

He rubbed his forehead. "--Just enjoy the show, okay?"

"...baaaaah."

"Shut up! I will make wee little lambchops, okay? WEETINY LAMBCHOPS."

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In class today there were puppies.

Well, one puppy with an odd glowy eye, a deaf wolf, and a weetiny fox.

But they were all adorable.

"Good morning kids! Today we are learning about drug sniffing dogs." A beat. "And fox."

Which was totally used by law enforcement officials, shut up.

"Now, I have hidden drugs somewhere in this room and these intrepid animals are going to show you just how incredible their sense of smell is." He looked down at them all, nodding seriously. "Go find the drugs!"

...

They all just sat there, hoping for treats. Except for Max, who started to groom her tail.

"Damn it. I knew I shoulda stolen real ones."

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