Summer Session II Workshop Rosters

Jul. 14th, 2025 10:07 pm
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Apologies for the delay, I spent the last week computer-less!

Here's the roster of workshops; let me know if I left anyone off!
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So Flint had come down with a slight case of parrot again (which he was telling no one) and so he'd transferred back to himself sometime in the mid-afternoon. It had taken a few hours to figure out what day it was, another few to figure out how to correctly work the phonograph he'd unearthed from the back (still a hundred plus years ahead of him, but try to teach him about Spotify. Go ahead).

He opened the door to the shop and blasted (for phonograph definition of blast) La Marseillaise.

Yes, it wasn't freedom from England, per se, but Flint deeply approved of the future France's way of dealing with nobility. Happy Bastille Day, Future!France.

Nodding firmly to himself, he retreated to his normal seat inside the shop.
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Jon looked a little better this week, though that meant his professional demeanor and dress were probably a bit much for this class.

That wasn't going to stop him.

He nodded to the students. "One of the more popular ways to waste time on the internet is by what is termed 'doomscrolling' - scrolling through social media, particularly involving current news and events, in such an endless way as to invoke a sense of doom. We are going to attempt to scroll through social media in a way that does not invoke doom."

Largely because Jon had no intentions of feeding off his students. But also it was probably bad for their mental health.

He cleared his throat. "One of the better ways to do this is to open the social media site of your choice - today I will be demonstrating with Bluesky," he pulled out his phone and opened it to show the app, "and search for 'timeline cleanse'. This will, unless people are being horrid, bring up things such as cute animals, good news, and generally positive things. This will also work on Tumblr, if you prefer that. You can also just search for it on a search engine. I do not recommend it on the site formerly known as Twitter, as that place is a hellhole regardless, and also supports Nazis and Tories."

Jon had feelings about things.

"So today let's each do that. And share the best thing you find so we can all enjoy it."

Teamwork- Monday, 1st period

Jul. 14th, 2025 01:14 pm
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Jaina had left for home yesterday, and Jag had gotten caught up with meetings, which meant before class an email went out.

Class will be canceled today and will resume next week.

Short and to the point.


[I am in hell. Hopefully next Monday is less hell.]

Monday: Covent Garden Flowers

Jul. 14th, 2025 01:00 pm
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Nell spent a lot of time on the phone today, dealing with deliveries that had somehow gone awry. Whose idea had it been to hire squirrels to deliver flower arrangements? Certainly not hers.

And now she not only had to apologize to disgruntled customers, but also find a way to politely suggest to the squirrels that their talents might best be served doing other things. Someone come save her!
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The class met outside by the pond, as handwavily ordered.  The flamingos were wandering around Ghanima's improvised classroom, which had plenty of overstuffed pillows for laying about.  Along the edges of the area were small low tables, each with two cushions to sit on and various items placed upon them. 

Once everyone had arrived, Ghanima looked up from where she was sprawled on the ground playing with some strange hexagonal... tiles?  cards? and smiled.  "Destiny," she began with preamble, dropping the cards into Trebor's lap and pushing to her feet.  "Refers to a predetermined course of events. It may be conceived as a predetermined future, whether in general or of an individual. It is a concept based on the belief that there is a fixed natural order to the universe." 

"Destiny may be seen either as a fixed sequence of events that is inevitable and unchangeable, or that individuals choose their own destiny by choosing different paths throughout their life."  Ghanima paused to smile at them briefly.  "Confusing, isn't it?"

"Many Greek legends and tales teach the futility of trying to outmaneuver an inexorable fate that has been correctly predicted. This form of irony is important in Greek tragedy, as it is in Oedipus Rex  or Thornton Wilder's The Bridge of San Luis Rey, where in spite of all the character's attempts otherwise, it does not preclude a horrible fate," she said,  wandering among them to pass out a handout on Oedipus.

"Some believe that one's destiny may be ascertained by divination. In the belief systems of many cultures, one's destiny can only be learned about through a shamanbabalawoprophetsibylsaint or seer. In the Shang dynasty in Chinaturtle bones were thrown ages before the I Ching was codified. Arrows were tossed to read destiny, from Thrace to pagan Mecca. In Yoruba traditional religion, the Ifá oracle is consulted via a string of sixteen cowries or oil-palm nuts whose pattern when thrown on to a wooden tray represents the 256 possible combinations whose named "chapters" are recited and verses interpreted for the client by the babalawo."  Ghanima grinned.  "Every society has their own way of foretelling a future, from worm entrails to crystal balls.  My empire put its fate in the hands of a family that can walk the veils of time, forward and back, to see what lies beyond, and now they're stuck with the future that the Mahdi chose.  Oracles can be a tricky bunch, and you must always assume that they may have a hidden agenda of their own."  

"Today, it's time for you to see if you can chase destiny."  Ghanima gestured to the tables ringing the room as Trebor waved one of the cards and laughed.  "First, we'll talk, then we're going to pair up, wander around, and pick a method of divination that speaks to you.  Read your own destiny, or that of your partner, and then discuss if you agree or disagree with the results you obtained."

Pizza Planet, Monday

Jul. 14th, 2025 09:48 am
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Raiden had been made aware of a gremlin...situation in the supply closet.

Maybe more like a gremlin situationship in the process of breaking up, from what Tito could tell.

"Okay, just, uh...close the door and don't open it. And maybe turn the music up a notch or two."

He hoped the problem would stay in the supply closet. If gremlins tried to take their squabbling near his pizza he was going to get after them with a broom.

Specials
Summer Mushroom Grilled Pizza with Pistachio Vinaigrette
Chile Lime Chicken Street Corn Pizza
Goat Cheese Pizza with Tomato and Mint


Pizza Planet is open! And hopefully won't need anything from the supply closet any time soon.
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Good news, class! Anakin was not a cat today!

Bad news, class! You now have to present him with amazing cat toys anyway!

However your cat toys were being judged by Ahsoka, so you weren't all going to come equal last (however much Anakin wished you would).

"Welcome back," Anakin said, not looking thrilled to be there. "Please show Ahsoka your homework."

"I'm sure you all picked worthy offerings," Ahsoka said, looking for too pleased with herself.

Anakin shot her a baleful look, which was still a strangely cat-like expression.

Good thing Ahsoka had practice ignoring that look!

A decade of it, even!

"And then we'll get to your real task."

Also cat-themed! Completely coincidentally, no doubt.

Utterly coincidental. That was Ahsoka's story and she was sticking to it.

Once she'd finished judging the cat toys, she led that class outside one by one to where a large number of small red bags were laid out in a pattern. One that if they happened to get to a high enough viewpoint looked a lot like this.

"You need to let the cat out of the bag," she told them. "Fewest attempts wins."

"Hilarious," Anakin said dryly.

If You Let Him Shenan Once...

Jul. 13th, 2025 07:54 pm
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...he will shenanigan!

Okay, I'm a little punchy from all the driving. Anyway, sign up for this week's ridiculousness here.

Stark Industries- Sunday

Jul. 13th, 2025 12:04 pm
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Look at Rey, in clean clothes that weren't like, sports bras. And she was well-rested!

She did get a call complaining about someone's washer being broken and they did not want to accept that the machine could be regular broken instead of Fandom broken. She clearly wasn't equipped to blitz anything Fandom broken anyway.


[Open!]

Over Easy, Sunday Morning

Jul. 13th, 2025 10:14 am
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Okay, well, they had gotten through an entire week without the restaurant burning down, going broke, or being swept out to sea by the merciless arm of a kraken. And their laundry delivery had finally come in, meaning everyone had clean kitchen towels and uniforms to work with. Raiden was feeling pretty good about this.

"We have enough potatoes, right? And eggs? 'When will I stop asking?' I don't know, we're always going to need enough potatoes and eggs."

Specials
Prime Rib Benedict
Strawberry Buttermilk Pancakes with Honey Butter
Baklava Granola with Vanilla Yogurt


Over Easy is open! Welcome to brunch!

Markets of the World(s), 2nd period

Jul. 11th, 2025 03:35 pm
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Class met at Portalocity as they had been handwavily notified to. When they got there, Lana was dressed in casual Earth clothing, a tunic and jeans with boots. "Welcome everybody. We should do introductions in case we don't all know each other, but let's head out first."

Once they stepped through the portal to find themselves on a street near water, Lana spread her hands. "I thought we'd begin close to home, so this is Harbor East, in Baltimore. We probably could have driven here, but portals are much more convenient. They have a lot of stores, some local, and some of the type you'll find throughout this country. So, introduce yourselves to the group, then enjoy yourselves, and I'll see you back here in an hour."

She nodded to the first person on her left.

Trooper Station, Friday

Jul. 11th, 2025 10:51 am
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Watts was, perhaps predictably, in an exceptionally good mood as he got caught up on everything that had happened last week at the station. Which was, also predictably, not all that much.

Needful Things; Friday

Jul. 11th, 2025 12:40 pm
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One of the costume jewelry gems was still faintly glowing, as it had been when Remy had first spotted it earlier in the week. Harley had also spotted it, by now - which meant it was now in a little display all its own, complete with a sign that read VERY SPECIAL GLOWY GEM, NO BATTERY NEEDED and a price tag that was now triple what it had originally been.

Harley was considering quadrupling it.

But right now, she was dealing with a clothing crisis. Sure, she'd done laundry semi-recently, but there had been an unfortunate glitter-and-ketchup disaster (don't ask) near and in her wardrobe upstairs, and now she was stuck going through the vintage pieces they had in the back of the store for something she'd like.

Except.

"... Are we having a moth invasion??"

Yes. Apparently they were.

(open!)
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Don did not have enough clothes for this. His cargo pants had at least one mysterious stain on them and he was, here at the end of his wardrobe rope, wearing a shirt obtained from Anakin's Wednesday madness last summer, and eyeing Thor's corresponding side of the closet thoughtfully.

He was still drinking coffee, even though he recognized it as a dangerous endeavor at this point, especially when you were already a little on the wobbly side. He didn't care. Coffee was what was getting him through this. He did set the coffee down when his students came in, though.

Doctor Don gets talky under here. )
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Class was out in the park today. Because, well, the name of the class strongly implied it. And maybe neither of your teachers had meant to be part of this and maybe they were trying to figure it out on the fly. But the one person who wasn't unprepared was a gremlin in a black turtleneck and beret. Because artistic reasons.

"Okay, so drama," Jane said, eyeing the gremlin warily where it was taking notes. "Not what I expected to teach, but we can do this, right?"

"It can't be that hard," Cara agreed, dooming them all with a single sentence. "Today we'll be doing what we always do during the first week even though we already know each other by now. Introductions."

The gremlin coughed and passed Cara a note."I mean 'auditions', apparently."

"Is that really necessary? I mean, everyone is here and everyone deserves a chance to--" Jane stopped as another note was passed. "--wow, you're harsh. But let's get into it. And there are some extra shirts from the Wednesday shenanigans if anyone needs them."

They just had a lot of opinions on the craft, folks. Costuming. Yes.

This was going to be the greatest public theatre Fandom had ever seen.
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Were you sleeping soundly in whatever underwear you had left, Fandom? Not anymore!

At 2 AM, sirens all across the island began to blare. A PA system turned on, featuring a metallic voice loudly yelling: "KRAKEN DRILL. KRAKEN DRILL. ALL INHABITANTS GRAB RAIN GEAR AND ASSEMBLE AT THE INTERSECTION OF LOON DRIVE AND GRIFFIN WAY. I REPEAT. KRAKEN DRILL. KRAKEN DRILL. ALL INHABITANTS GRAB RAIN GEAR AND ASSEMBLE AT THE INTERSECTION OF LOON DRIVE AND GRIFFIN WAY."

If anyone hoped it was going to stop before 4 AM, sorry: no.

At least there wasn't an actual kraken, so Loon Drive's stone streets wouldn't be slippery with rain. And at least Mayor Faden hadn't deployed her tie yourself to a building addition to the kraken emergency plan yet...

[[ have at, all ]]

Library, Thursday 7/10

Jul. 10th, 2025 12:55 pm
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Belle had treated herself to a milkshake before walking in to her shift. The milkshake had treated itself to her outfit and she'd had to run back and change into something else.

Was she wearing a fancy dress right now? Yes.

Was she glaring at the gremlins who were pointing at her and giggling? Yes.

Was the library just waiting to do something messy and terrible to her and anyone who might come in? Almost certainly.

The Devil's Nest, Thursday Evening

Jul. 10th, 2025 10:04 am
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One would think Thor, who wore his armor near-exclusively, would not be impacted by the odd plague of laundry upon their island of late, but he wore fabric between the armor and his skin, and he did not keep many changes of clothing. He didn't exist half the time to wear it, anyway. So, faced with few choices, he had opted to conserve what clothing he had left and resume the tradition of shirtlessness tonight at the bar. You're welcome.

Specials
Red Sangria
Strawberry Margarita
Blueberry Daiquiri


The Devil's Nest is open!
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Raiden's students should have received a message telling them to meet at Portalocity, where they would find their teacher in jeans with a hole in the knee and one of the last clean shirts he'd had in the closet, which was a nice, burnt orange button down. It was a shame it was not likely to stay clean very long.

"All right, everybody, listen up," he said once he'd counted what he thought was the correct number of heads. "I'm Raiden, and this is..." He did a drumroll with his hands on the desk, which made the gnomes sigh. "The Wonderful World of Pizza! Today we're getting started by going to the birthplace of modern pizza, Naples, Italy. While there have been of course flatbreads with stuff on them since ancient times, it was in Naples that this was really refined and tomatoes were added to the mix, creating the modern pizza. At first, pizza was sold at open air stands, frequently by the slice, and it was food for the poor and working class, something you could easily pick up and eat on the go. It only really took off after it got royal approval in 1889...but that's another story. Today we're going to the oldest pizzeria in Naples, the Antica Pizzeria Port'Alba, which got its start as one of those open air stands in the 1700s before moving into a brick and mortar building during the 19th century. You can try the pizza--the Margherita is, of course, a classic, but in a port city like Naples you can't go wrong trying the seafood--and then explore the city a little, maybe pick up a pastry like a sfogliatella, another regional classic. And maybe a souvenir t-shirt or two." He would be shopping for one, because it was that or try to squeeze into the clothes Smalls had left around his place. "Sound like a plan? Let's go!"

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