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wrongkindofsith posting in

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There was a large box at the front of the class and your teachers were inspecting the contents therein with varying levels of confusion. Because they for sure got the supplies for this from some less than reputable sources.

"Hi, good to see you all," Jane said once everyone was there. "Welcome to Arts and Crafts. And Dungeons. And Dragons. That's a lot to say in one go."

"Apparently the rolling weird dice hobby also involves making a lot of accessories." That was one way to describe it, Cara.

"So, for introductions, you're going to come and grab a random figure to paint and introduce to the class next week. We're giving you the time because there's a lot of details apparently?" Look, she wasn't an expert here. It wasn't astrophysics.

Also, half the mini-figs weren't even from D&D. So, good luck with that. Enjoy your weird ass Warhammer space marine or RuneQuest duck.

"Get to it." No, they weren't going to give you any tips on how to paint. They'd have to actually know some to do that.

pocketpretzels posting in

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A porg had gotten in to the station, somehow. Every single one of the Troopers had a different story as to how. Honestly Watts wasn't overly concerned with that. It was Fandom, things happened. Including the wildlife wandering indoors.

The problem was that every attempt to catch the porg and set it back outside had so far been met with failure, and that did not look to be changing any time soon.

talentforlying posting in

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This? John had NOT signed-up to teach this. Hells, he hadn't signed-up to teach at all this semester.

But then he'd found the course paperwork mysteriously on his desk, and, well, fuck his life.

This had either Zee or Dee's fingerprints all over it, and he wasn't sure which one would be worse.

(Didi. Didi would be worse, for reasons he didn't like to look too closely at.)

"Right. Wake up, you lot, I know it's summer and it's early but if I have to be here, so do you," he said, sitting on his desk. "M' Constantine, the librarian, for those of you that don't know me. Con-stan-teen, thank you very much, not Con-stant-tyne."

LUCIFER.

"So. Welcome to 'The Memory of Living,' which is pretentious as fuck, but I didn't choose it. We'll be looking at the Kübler-Ross model of grief, often referred to as the 'five stages.'"

"Swiss-American psychiatrist Elisabeth Kübler-Ross originally developed stages to describe the process patients with terminal illness go through as they come to terms with their own deaths; it was later applied to grieving friends and family as well, tho that was never her original intent. She noted, 'Most of my patients have exhibited two or three stages simultaneously, and these do not always occur in the same order.'"

"You've probably heard these parroted by people around you at some point, or on the telly." John walked over to the board, picking up the chalk and starting to write.

Denial
Anger
Bargaining
Depression
Acceptance

"We'll cover one a week, leaving room for whatever nonsense the island wants to throw at us this summer," he said dryly, putting down the chalk and turning around to face the room.

"So, let's get this wake started, yeah? Name, and why you're here. Go."

drumsticksandd20s posting in

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There was a large box of... packs of index cards on the floor behind the counter, and Steph was staring at it in utter perplexity.

"I'm pretty sure this isn't supposed to be our shipment," she said to Little Bot, who was rolling around the box and poking experimentally at it. "Unless there's a really weird new trend in CCGs that -- you know what, I don't want to know."

Little Bot gave her a sympathetic beep and plucked the invoice out of the box to give to her.

"Okay, looks like I have some calls to make," Steph said, sighing, and reached for the phone.

[OOC: Guess what I saw first when glancing around my desk for an inspiration. Just guess. Open!]

stykera posting in

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Stark hadn’t entirely signed up to teach this but the moose did what the moose willed and this was fine. He’d watched movies and he’d eaten plenty of snacks before so this should go well enough. He still looked a bit nervous inside the Danger Shop that had been programmed to look like a tiny home theatre but that was just how his face often looked.

“Welcome to Movies and Snacks,” he said once it appeared that everyone was there. “Where we’ll watch movies and eat snacks because that’s a good summer activity if you don’t want to be outside in the heat. It’s also good in the winter if you don’t want to be out in the cold.” That was more his style but this was good too.

“Traditional movie snacks are often popcorn and candy but they don’t have to be. And you can add all sorts of things to popcorn. Butter, of course, but also candy or chocolate or caramel or cheese or spices or sometimes yeast…So for today I have some freshly popped popcorn and a number of ~~moddable~~ toppings and add-ins for you to make something to your taste.” Stark would be adding some Old Bay to his popcorn because of the Maryland of it all.

“And for our first movie I thought something of a classic. At least I believe it is? The first Space Battles movie.” Everyone loved those, right?

“First though…introductions? Always a good way to start things. I’m Stark. Not from Earth. Never saw a movie myself before I got to this island. Never ate popcorn either or chocolate and chocolate is perhaps my favorite thing. I’m not sure I have a favorite movie though. I don’t usually watch them on my own…”

deathsmajesty posting in

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Everyone here had taken classes with Liliana before and so no one ought to be surprised when the lecture began barely after the bell had stopped ringing.

"Dominaria," she began, once more half-perched on her desk, since this was another 'less-lecture-more-rant' class, "is a portmanteau of the words 'Dominia' and 'aria,' meaning 'Song of Dominia.' In incredibly ancient times, both the plane and the greater Multiverse were called Dominia, but presumably, that got confusing rather quickly. People tried tacking on 'Prime' when speaking of the plane itself, but it turns out that referring to Dominia and Dominia Prime wasn't much clearer than before. Eventually, at some point in antiquity, ~~the devs realized that was confusing and also dumb~~ the name was changed to Dominaria. At least two groups claim credit for coining the name, an elder dragon by the name of Nicol Bolas--" no, you weren't imagining Liliana's frown when she mentioned that name, "--and the Numena, a group of wizards that rose up and slew the Primevals. I'll get to them later, don't worry."

Because if she didn't explain the Numena, she couldn't explain Korona, and if she didn't explain Korona, she couldn't explain the time rifts, and if she didn't explain the time rifts, she couldn't tell them about the other other time Dominaria was nearly destroyed!

( ...That happened a lot, yes. )

A story for next week.

afraid_of_marshmallows posting in

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Yeah, Arden had seen the weird scaffolding over Selkie Cove on her way to the library this morning and had absolutely gone out of her way to avoid that whole area. It was Wednesday and she'd been on the island longer than twenty minutes. No thank you.

Though, once she'd gotten in, she had to admit she was at least a little curious about what the heck required scaffolding that high, so she started texting people who might have gone to investigate to see if any of them would let her know what was going on.

Sounded like the gremlins had a pretty brisk betting pool about it, too.

sith_happened posting in

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Anakin was getting wily.

Realizing that people might've learned to avoid the park on Wednesdays, he'd set up his ~~ambush~~ ~~silent cry for help~~ team building exercise by Serenity Cove instead.

It was very normal to have built a scaffold to hold a 40 foot long, very gross-looking wooden pole dangling twenty feet up over Serenity Cove over the last several weeks, right?

Even if it was twenty feet up?

"I am Anakin Skywalker," Anakin called from the top of scaffolding through his unnecessary megaphone in a manner not dissimilar to a person yelling on a street corner. "Many thanks to our local bars and restaurants for once again providing the lard, grease, fish guts, Crisco and bacon fat to really lube this thing up. The rules are simple," Anakin said. "Whoever gets across the pole and reaches the red flag at the end wins all you can eat at Mooby Burger for a week!" Whether Mooby Burger was a good prize or not was entirely up to the winners. "You may walk, run, or slide your way across, but you may not use supernatural powers."

"And thank you in advance for volunteering!"

Which was news to those volunteers.

"And you also get a free t-shirt!" A surprisingly inoffensive shirt, since Anakin didn't see the point in wasting the good ones on an event where the shirts would be immediately destroyed.

He began pointed out people as they walked past: "McGarrett, Hannibal, new kid, Rogers, Kitty, Sairis, Remy, Lydia--" he paused. "--there are water wings as well."

Sorry about the dress, Lydia. "--Rey, Eramus, Henry, Flint, Mariner, Jonathan, annnd Vi."

"Get on up here."

sairis posting in

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Sairis had been working on some more advanced charms lately, and had left them in a corner of the back room. He was excited to see how they were coming along.

Which was...missing. What? He was sure Liliana wouldn't have moved them without leaving him a note, probably about why where he'd left them was a bad idea and instructions on choosing a better place. And as far as he knew, nobody else came in here. (And he'd left them out of the reach of the chair. Unless it sprouted long arms?)

So apparently he'd be spending today looking for wherever they went to.

And side-eyeing the chair, just in case.

but_mostly_america posting in

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Some of you probably recognized the large blue felt eagle standing at the front of the classroom. Others might be surprised to see him. Sam didn't care if you were surprised. Sam only cared about educating the youth about weirdness.

“Good morning students!” He said, looking around the room with an eye for oddities.
“I am your professor, Sam Eagle, back on this island to further your education about weirdness. Since you are here I assume you are already acquainted with the concept. However, just in case, we shall have a refresher today!”

“Now. I would like you all to introduce yourselves and tell me if you find yourselves to be weird or not weird. I, of course, am Not Weird.” You could really hear those capital letters when the Muppet spoke.

“But first. This island is extremely weird! Beware! I hope to be able to help you avoid some weirdness during our time together but it is impossible to avoid all weirdness on this island. Weird is everywhere. At all times. Lurking. Waiting to strike. Hiding in plain sight and sometimes not bothering to hide at all.”

“Now. Introduce yourselves!”

jedigrammarians posting in

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Today, class was being held in J,GoB. Was this nearly entirely due to the fact it was literally next door to Aphra's house? Yes. (Also the scones.)

There was a table set up with various comfy looking chairs around it (Isabela had already bagsed the comfiest one) as well as platters of various baked goods on thee table itself. Off to one side there was a table absolutely stacked with paperbacks with exceedingly lurid covers.

"Welcome," Aphra called out cheerfully around a mouthful of scone, like the class act she was. "Take a seat."

"This is going to be a more more causal class than some," Isabela added, because both of them were noted for their academically rigours classes, after all. "It's all about the joy of curling up with a good book and then sharing your thoughts with your friends. Especially when it actually turns out to be an absolutely terrible one."

"Since this is our first class, we figured we'll just be doing the first half of that today, grab a couple of things that look interesting, have some snacks, get to know each other, then next week we get to find out if you made good choices."

If you were in this class, you probably had already made some bad ones.

throughaphase posting in

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It was summer! Or at least it was hot enough to count as summer, and that was as good enough. It also made coming up with specials easy.

SPECIALS
Anything with lemonade!

When mid May weather gives you lemons... Or something.

Open!]

tellmehowstuffworks posting in

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Yennefer sailed into the room in a swirl of black skirts and said, "Right. Listen up. I am Yennefer of Vengerberg, and this is--sweet Melitele, what is this? 'Coping with the Non-Modern World.' Right. I am going to assume that none of you are from the present, or a world that mostly resembles the one we currently find ourselves in. If you are, and you're planning to move to some hellhole without indoor plumbing in the future: don't. Problem solved.

"First we're going to do introductions, so I know what I'm dealing with," and so she didn't actually have to teach anything for as long as possible. "I am Yennefer of Vengerberg. I hail from the Continent, which is not Europe but what we call the one continent of my world. We're a very creative folk. My homeworld is stuck in, I would say, roughly your Earth Middle Ages, with magic. It's dirty, it's brutal, they've never heard of a vaccine and they're very racist against elves. Apple juice is a luxury good and no one has ever heard of chocolate. It's horrid. I currently live in France. But perhaps 'simply don't go back there' is not an option for you. Perhaps you like your family or something." Couldn't relate. "I don't know. Tell me about it."

throughaphase posting in

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It was hot. So while class met at the beach, there were also umbrellas and coolers of water set up. You were doing summer right, kids. Just jumping straight into it.

"Welcome to probably the least class-y class you're going to have this term," Kitty greeted them. "We're going to do various beach things. Some sports, some lazing about.... Spoilers: there's going to be a Memorial Day beach party next week, tell your friends." Listen, when you had a beach class on a holiday, take advantage. "Today we're doing nothing. If you want to get in the water, get in the water. Otherwise you can just pick your favorite towel from a selection and hang out with a trash beach read, of which I also have a selection. Also, if anyone can't swim, you should let me know now."

sairis posting in

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Sairis was confused by his class, a little annoyed to still be in this strange place, and at loose ends. He was taking that all out on the common room by cooking.

Beans, because look, he had plenty of experience with them. With eggs and onions. He'd found a few spices around and gone based on taste rather than whatever they were called.

Hopefully if anyone else dropped by they liked marjoram and chili powder.

He'd spent some of his money on a loaf of bread to go with it, because even if kneading dough sounded cathartic, he hadn't wanted to wait until midnight to eat.

And there was tea, but it had gone cold. Which might not be an entirely bad thing.

[Open common room!]

deathsmajesty posting in

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First week of classes! Liliana was also excited for her first week of class. She was behind the counter, drawing up a list of some of the more ridiculous Dominarian historical incidents to cover.

It was a very, very, very long list. A target-rich environment, one might say.

There was a saddle in the window today, but she was already considering just bringing that home with her. The benefits of being a shopkeeper.

sharp_man posting in

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Hannibal looked at his "class" when they met at Portalocity.

Apparently this term would be a lot of dinner dates with him as a third wheel.

"Welcome to you both," he said, giving them a polite nod. "If you have any requests, please let me know. I thought I would begin with something I know you will appreciate."

He bowed them through the portal and onto a street in Tokyo. He led them around a corner and past a long line, explaining to the person at the door that they had reservations.

And then they were in Ginza Hachigou, a ramen restaurant. Look, it was the closest to Cup Noodle Hannibal was willing to get. There were six seats in the restaurant, which was nicely and minimally appointed, and the smells of cooking meat and onions wafted throughout.

"They have earned several Michelin stars here, and the owner and chef, Matsumura-san," Hannibal paused to give the man a friendly bow, "has an impeccable reputation."

knightinshinarmor posting in

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Remy had been away from the island again for a bit -- not turned into an opossum, thankfully. Just caught up in the superhero/thief nonsense of his home dimension again.

Back in the day of working at the Jean Grey School this sort of behavior was exactly what had gotten him fired. So he was just going to assume that the university here was not going to be expecting him to teach again.

Which was just fine with him. He hadn't really considered himself much of a teacher, anyway.

He hadn't been back to Midnight Manor yet, and while he was anxious to check on his cats, he was more anxious for some sweet, sweet caffeine first, so he stopped into the coffee shop and ordered something large and dark.

Then settled back in his seat by the door, soaking up the A/C and watching the foot traffic wander past.

It was so quiet here. He wasn't sure he'd get used to it, but it was a nice difference from the nonsense he kept running into back home.

[I am trying very hard to live! Open!]

sith_happened posting in

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Anakin and Ahsoka were in front of the Portalocity market with sunglasses, hats, and sunscreen for the class. Because safety first when trying not to die. "Are you sufficiently prepared for this first adventure?" Anakin asked, looking the class over. "Possibly."

"In any case, we'll be easing you into it." You know, for somewhat deranged Jedi standards of take it easy.

"Nothing will be trying to eat you today, which is more than generous," said the man with a lava river.

Ahsoka debated how reassuring pointing that there probably wouldn't be anything trying to eat them most weeks would actually be.

"We are going to Madagascar today," Anakin said while Ahsoka pondered. "It's that big island on the map near the continent of Africa. Put on your sunscreen, and your hats so we can find you."

The hats were various shades of highlighter green and orange.

It wasn't hard to guess who had chosen them.

He had an aesthetic, it was true. "Don't get lost. We'll see you at the final meeting point," Anakin said.

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Friending List! Summer 2026

Arts & Crafts & Dungeons & Dragons [Fri, Period 2]

Trooper Station, Friday

The Memory of Living - Thursday, Period 1. [5/21]

The Magpie Emporium, Thursday (5/21)

Movies and Snacks!, Thursday 5/21, Period 2

Song of Dominia, Thursday, Period 3

Fandom Library, Wednesday, May 20th

Summer Shenanigans, May 20, 2026

Infinite Consortium, Tuesday

Sam Eagle Presents: Weird or Not Weird?, Tuesday 5/19, 3rd Period

Book Club, Tuesday, Period One

Caritas- Tuesday

Coping with the Non-Modern World, Tuesday, Second Period

Various Beach Things- Monday- 2nd period

2nd floor common room, Monday evening

Infinite Consortium, Monday

Let's Eat! Monday, period 3

The Perk, Monday morning

Try Not to Die, Monday, May 18, 2026

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