Kaylin Neya

"There is no ignorance, there is knowledge," Anakin said. "The second portion of the Jedi code."

"Which is not saying a Jedi knows everything, despite the value and mystique in having that kind of reputation," Ahsoka said. "But an acknowledgement of the idea that you should always be learning, of turning ignorance to knowledge."

Anakin nodded. "You never know everything," he said. "Especially in your twenties."

"Except when you're a teenager, because then you know everything." Some things were universal, even among the Jedi. "But the first step to true knowledge and wisdom is knowing that you don't know how much you don't know."

"And learning to accept that," Anakin added. "You may have pockets of expertise -- I'm pretty good with a lightsaber and with anything I can convince to fly, but terrible at bantha care."

"Whereas I have a certain knack for community organising," and euphemisms. "But some of my other social skills can be rusty."

"Some," Anakin said dryly.

Did Anakin want to get I to the whys of that choice?

"Some," Ahsoka repeated.

He did not. "Some is good," he backtracked. "Where are areas in which you excel, and how could they become blindspots?"

throughaphase posting in

Kitty was here.

Tino was also here. Though you'd be forgiven if you didn't see him, bundled under his many layers and heavy parka. She thought he was being a little ridiculous, but that was Tino for you.

Though after the second time he broke a glass because he couldn't hold it in his mittens, she did finally snap, "If you want the heat turned up, just say so!"

[Open!]

my_own_advocate posting in

"It is weeks like this," Lucifer told Tiny, "That I miss LA."

He ignored the expectant eyes fixed on him.

"Or the Bahamas," he mused, lifting his drink. "Perhaps we could go to the Bahamas. No, not you, Tiny," he added, "Me. And Duke. And Octavia."

And-- he eyed the piano. For a moment, just a hint of a second, he was struck by an... insane urge. A desire. A--

"I am not playing Margaritaville on the bloody piano," he said, and then, "Oh no, Duke really is getting to me," and then, "Tiny! Bring me a scotch!"

He tossed aside his cocktail in disgust.

[[ open ]]

knightinshinarmor posting in

Gambit had missed class last week. He wasn't going to mention it if the students didn't.

"Welcome back," he greeted as the students arrived. The Danger Shop was set up to resemble a humid jungle environment today. "And welcome to the Savage Land." He looked around at the trees. "Or a reasonable approximation, I guess. It's a jungle in here, but out there?" He gestured over his shoulder at the edge of the treeline. "Out there is Antarctica. Trust me, you don't want to be out there. Not unless you've got ice powers or something."

Or you were possessed by an energy ghost and had a god-like alternate self around to rescue you when even the energy ghost couldn't help, anyway.

"What's a jungle doing in Antarctica? One of life's little mysteries. And anyway, the fact that this is a jungle ain't the most important bit."

An uncanny -- but not Uncanny -- roar sounded in the distance.

"That's a t-rex," Gambit said cheerfully. "You'll also find sabertooth tigers, giant crocodiles, and basically any other big prehistoric predator you can think of out here. They ain't gonna argue with you. They're not gonna care if you agree with them or not. They just gonna eat you. Kill or be killed, kids -- or run away and hide, that's a good option too." He grinned. "Have fun, neh?"

[open]

carbsliftthespirit posting in

"Chilly out there, isn't it?" Raiden asked his students. "My brother's refusing to leave his warm cozy bed, but that's not unusual for him anyway. Still, glad you made it to class! Today we're going to learn about the perfect combo for a cold day: a grilled cheese sandwich and tomato soup. Now, these are easy recipes, but you don't even have to get this complicated! There's nothing wrong with heating up a can of tomato soup, and a grilled cheese is where a slice of American cheese really shines. But we're gonna get just a little complicated, okay? I've got some different cheeses besides what the recipe calls for, so you can pick your favorite grilled cheese option, and you'll get to use a stick blender; it's fun. Like a boat motor for your food. Let's get started!"

throughaphase posting in

There was no Kitty visible when the students got in today. Not because she wasn't there but because sometimes you had to add a little mystery. The Danger Shop was programmed as usual, with them in their individual little simulations, starting with a decorated cake on the table in the study, with an envelope in front of it.

Destroy this cake. Most beautiful destruction wins. Your time starts now.

stykera posting in

fandom_clinic

It was warmer, at least. And it wasn't snowing at the moment. But it was still very much winter and Stark was bundled up against the cold and carrying hot coffees into the clinic again.

He did pause outside the door to admire the snow sculpture of a crab someone had made.

"Snow crab?" he asked once he got inside and set down the tray of coffee cups. "Who made it?"

Stabby, who was wearing mittens and a hat that appeared to be handmade for him, shrugged in a crabby way.

"It was there when we got here. A mystery sculpture by a mystery artist."

The clinic was open, it was warm inside, the crab probably hadn't made a large snow version of himself, and the alien was in.

sharp_man posting in

Some instructors might be wimps, but Hannibal was not one of them. He rather enjoyed this weather; it gave him a chance to wear his warm clothing.

He would hear no slander against his hat!

He nodded and waved his students over to his counter at the front.

"We'll be discussing a number of sauces and techniques later in the semester, and you will need to know some techniques before we begin on them. The first is called a roux. A roux is flour and salt cooked together; it can be used as a base for some recipes, and some of the techniques it uses will help with others, such as gravy or gelatin."

"Our roux starts with clarified butter." He put a square block of butter into a small pot and began heating it. "Standard butter consists of butterfat, milk solids, and water. Clarifying it removes the water and milk solids. Clarified butter can get much hotter without burning, which makes it very good for frying." He demonstrated how to skim the butter as it cooked, leaving only the part they wanted.

"Once we have our clarified butter, we can start on the rest of the roux. A good roux is essential to many sauces. It helps to thicken them and adds some flavor. It's important not to burn it, and to make sure that the fat and the flour mix evenly." He showed how to finish making it.

"After that, the next challenge you face with any sauce, particularly as a beginner, is avoiding lumps. You must add the liquids slowly, and it helps if they're cold. If you add them too quickly, or too much at once, it won't be pretty."

After he'd demonstrated the proper technique, he nodded to them. "Today we'll be making a béchamel sauce, and you'll be clarifying your own butter and making the roux. Please let me know if you have any questions."

intheeyeofthebeholding posting in

This morning, everyone in the class had been sent a message.

Sometimes the distractions are too much. I'm not going out in this weather. Stay home.

Jon was cold, still emotionally sore from his conversation a few days ago with Liliana, and disinclined to go out in this. Enjoy a day off, class! Or do like your instructor and curl up in a ball under the covers and stay warm.

not_a_haint posting in

It might still be cold, and the snow might be a challenge (though still pretty), but the animals at the shelter still needed caring for.

He might not be afraid of dogs anymore but he found that he was still more of a cat person. Maybe it was the accoustics, but the cat room was so much quieter. Though the dogs seemed happier to see him.

When everything was cleaned and everyone was fed and watered, Caleb checked on one particular feline resident. There was a very frightened kitten he had decided to try to befriend. Last time it had spat, and hissed, and slapped at his hand (thank goodness he'd taken the precaution of wearing a thick glove). He'd kept his distance, just putting a bit of food nearer to it.

Today it didn't seem outwardly any friendlier but it didn't bat at him immediately when he reached in to change the bedding. He got some treats and once again placed them near the poor kid.

"I know darlin'." he said. "I'm sorry. But I promise, you're safe."

The shelter is open.

throughaphase posting in

Good morning, all. This is Kitty, who had a little battle of wills with the squirrels because I didn't want to go out and I think they didn't want to go out, and anyway, I lost. Go, me. While I'm out, let's get through some notes!

In the dorms-

*porg*

-Saris was in the common room with breakfast and a book. In town, Gregorith braved the elements to get to the museum, and Stark had a snow day at JGOB, looking up warm places. Which might me what I spend most of my day doing.

Anyway, I'm done. Stay warm!

imafuturist posting in

Okay, the snow? I could do without the snow. Let's just get this over with so I can continue to try dragging a Husky indoors when they don't want to be.

Hi. This is Tony Stark with... the bit of news from yesterday. Caleb attempted to make pizza in the dorms with Sairis stopping in to see what he was doing before they compared notes on musical instruments.

But that's all there is. Please stay warm, folks.

[helps if you hit post BEFORE going to shovel snow]

sairis posting in

fandomhighdorms

Even if he didn't have chores now, Sairis couldn't help but get up early. With no pigeons or garden to tend to, he went straight for breakfast. Bacon, eggs, and fried bread were comforting and familiar.

Since he was using what was apparently everybody's food, it only seemed right to make enough for anyone else who might come later, too.

Then he was sitting down with breakfast and tea and reading a book he'd gotten from the library. He only understood about half of it, but he thought he was at least getting an idea of how things worked.

[Open common room!]

stykera posting in

It was cold and snowy and Stark did not enjoy winter weather at all. Still, he'd decided to drag himself out of his apartment because he hadn't left it since finishing his class on Friday and he wanted to at least make an effort to not hide away when he wasn't supposed to be somewhere for work or class.

The bakery was warm and inviting and he could have a warm drink and some still-warm cookies.

And he could watch the snow fall. It was pretty so long as he didn't have to feel it. Of course, he'd gone out and would have to go outside again to go back home.

For now he had tea and he had cookies and he had his phone out looking at places that might be warm. He almost certainly wouldn't go anywhere on a trip by himself but at least he could think warm thoughts?

[open, obvs. Baked goods for all.]

apologizeswithpie posting in

Neither rain nor snow nor cold of...cold, would keep this workaholic from his appointed rounds. He had the entire rest of the week off, he could only stand that for so long.

He was glad the island was small though.

But Gregorith was here, he had coffee and cocoa in case anyone else was adventurous enough to brave the elements and found their way here.

Current Music: Winter by Tori Amos

not_a_haint posting in

fandomhighdorms

It was really, very, incredibly cold outside. Which was unfortunate for a number of reasons, one of them being that Caleb was feeling poorly, emotionally speaking and his usual remedy of going for a broody walk was, well not out of the question but seemed like it would be counter productive.

So instead, he was listening to the radio, as he attempted to make pizza. Well a few pizzas as the pre-made crusts only came in so many sizes.

The current music selection was actually doing a fairly good job at alleviating some of his angst.

Current Music: Gogol Bordello- Through the Roof n Underground

mustbeawitch posting in

Good morning, everyone, and welcome to this radio broadcast. I hope you've all a cup of something hot to drink on this hideously cold morning. The squirrels have once again neglected to provide me with tea, but what do you expect from squirrels? Let's get started, hmm?

At the school, Overcoming Obstacles and Combat 101 both enjoyed a film, whilst Cupcakes of the World learned about the cake of the Black Forest. Chocolate and cherries, sounds lovely! I don't see anything from the dormitory, so we shall move along to the town, where at the Trooper Station, Detective Watts was joined by Mr. Grant for luncheon, whilst at the forge Mr. Henry of Skalitz considered expanding his repertoire. Dr. Quinn was at Needful Things, where they stock, allegedly, everything, and Miss Skywalker was breaking crystals at her warehouse--is that some type of slang? The squirrels do not know. Well, she was accompanied by Dean Skywalker, so he might. Speaking of Miss Skywalker, she made a sort of fort at her apartment, where she was joined by a fashionably late Mr. Blackwood. And that is the last of my notes, so I shall be dashing off to the dormitory to warm up. Farewell, everyone! May next week be warmer!

heroic_jawline posting in

Well, there weren't any more bite suits in the classroom. Everyone be happy about that. No, instead, there was a little set up for a movie.

There was also popcorn! ...decidedly less popcorn than they'd arrived with, granted, but popcorn! (Shh, supersoldiers got snacky.) "We decided to give the dogs a break," Steve said, "and you a break from the dogs. They can be a lot."

"Also, Fee chewed through an entire door, so she's getting a little check up at the vet," Tony said like that a normal thing.

"She needs to stop doing that," Steve agreed.

"So, movie!" Tony said clapping his hands together.

"It's very educational," Steve assured them. (Steve had not seen this movie.)

ifwebeworthy posting in

Dr. Donald Blake had been called in for emergency surgery, and for some mysterious reason this meant Thor Odinson was unavailable to teach today, which meant the students would enter the Danger Shop to find a movie theater and a film cued up to start at the time class began. Enjoy your movie day!

thatwaslucky posting in

Before any kind of laundry fun today, Rey was at the warehouse, practicing some fine detail work. She'd gotten some sugar crystals- not a lot, she didn't want to be wasteful- and had spread them across the floor, doing things like moving them into patterns, or picking up very specific ones one at a time.

She was now on the floor, very focused as she tried to split one of the crystals into two. If she could crack a big rock, she could crack something this small, it was just a matter of adjusting.

She would likely never need to use this, but you never know!

[open!]

totalwildcard posting in

Another Friday, another surprising success in Harley managing to be at her store on the day that she had technically established she would be.

She was also putting a new sign in the window:

NEEDFUL THINGS
WE'VE GOT EVERYTHING!!!

Which was definitely false advertising, but not as false as it could've been! They had all sorts of stuff! Furniture, knick knacks - what more did you need? Needful Things was open, and had a lot of stuff.

Just maybe not everything.

(open)

thatwaslucky

Fandom thought it was being funny.

Rey had gone down to the laundry room to wash her bedding. All was well. Then she came back down to take it out of the dryer, pulled out her sheets… then more sheets… a comforter that she hadn't put in there… more sheets… What had gone into the dryer was a perfectly normal amount of laundry, and what came out was a clown car's worth of bedding.

What she was left with was a ridiculous amount of things that had just appeared mixed in with her actual stuff, and it actually felt like less work to get it up to the second floor than to sort through it in the laundry room. So that's what she did. She got it to her apartment, looked at the mess and decided she really didn't want to put anything/everything away right now.

Instead, she ended up being inspired to pull her furniture together to create an extension to the dining room table, which she used to create a fort with the copies amounts of sheets and pillows and duvets she'd pulled out of the machine, until she ended up with the fluffiest, coziest pillow fort possible.

Then she took a picture and sent it to Adrian, with a text reading, If you're free tonight, dress comfortably. Sometimes you had to use the island's weirdness for good.

[For he who is named in the post!]

thatsmysword posting in

Apparently Henry really was doomed to make horseshoes for most of his shifts here. Oh well.

"Suppose there are worse things," he mused aloud to Mutt, as he watched the metal shift in color in the forge. "And if we get bored, we can always go back to swords. Or-- axes. Or a mace. You know, I don't think I've ever made a mace... only seen Father do it..."

Did that make it a good idea or a bad idea to try? Ah well.

[[ open ]]

pocketpretzels posting in

The Station was eerily empty today, due to a deluge of calls regarding the garden gnomes and thefts, so all of the Troopers were out investigating (and secretly hoping to be the one to catch the gnomes in the act).

There was a part of Watts that kind of envied them, as he remained behind at the Station to take care of manning the phones and the like.

stykera posting in

“Have any of you been to Germany?” Stark asked. They were meeting in the Home Ec room again, of course. “Today’s cupcakes are from Germany or at least like something you might find in Germany. Black Forest Cake. Black Forest cupcakes. The Black Forest, the Schwarzwäld, is in Germany. I think I said that right.” He hoped he had.

“Black Forest Cake has cherries. And chocolate. And Kirsch, which is alcohol that tastes of cherries because it’s made of cherries. The cherries have been soaking in kirsch overnight. There wouldn’t have been time to do that during class today.”

“Oh! I have a map today.” An actual paper world map that he’d stuck to the wall and stuck a gold star sticker on Australia and another on Germany. Stark pointed at said map. “There’s Australia for last week and Germany for this week.”

“So, we should bake. Or if you like you can just assemble. Or just eat some after I’ve finished putting them together? I have all the components here to put together if you like or you can try and make your own though you’ll likely need more time.” Of course, this was the last class of the day so there would be time for that.

“If you have questions, please ask. Or if you’ve anything to say about Germany or chocolate or cherries, please do…any of it.”

heroic_jawline posting in

Hello everyone, it's Steve Rogers today with the news of yesterday. In classes, Liliana led her class through a discussion of blue mana, Don got us thinking about the weird Norse cow again, Belle was reading post-apocalyptic fiction, and Cinema Studies watched a movie about a super puma man. Liliana also held office hours and Jonathan came by with coffee, which also make office hours better.

*chittering*

Sure. In town, Steven was taking notes at the museum, Thor was serving beer, and Supper Club was back at a cozy Poe-themed pub. At the Magpie Emporium, Watts told Steph about his spring break plans somewhere tropical, and then Vi came by with breakfast for lunch.

And that's everything! See you in classes!

wrongkindofsith posting in

"There are more types of movie than just nature documentaries," Cara told the class once they'd arrived, which wasn't technically wrong.

"There are action movies," Jane said, trying and failing at not laughing at the movie on the docket today.

"With daring leads and thrilling fights." None of which would be in this film.

Yeah, there was Jane giving up on trying to look serious. "How did we find this again?"

"Library." So really, it wasn't either of their fault they'd picked it.

"That... actually makes sense," Jane settled on. "So, everyone relax and enjoy The Pumaman."

A cinematic wonder. Truly.

noonedecidesmyfate posting in

The castle had not survived and it seemed that the cardboard fort had been utilized to fashion a number of bizarre sculptures around the library.

Belle walked around, admiring the artwork, and then settled in to read about various apocalypse.

There were absolutely some post apocalyptic romances out there.

She was hoping no gremlins were feeling bitey.

ifwebeworthy posting in

"It does not have to be something elaborate every week."

Tiny disagreed, apparently.

"There is nothing wrong with it." 'It' being the specials board, which read,

Special
Beer

Thor really didn't see what the problem was. The Devil's Nest was open.

ifwebeworthy posting in

"Last week, we discussed the Norse traditions' origin story for the world," Don reminded his class, "but it raised some questions. Where did the cow come from? Why was there a god already buried in the ice at the beginning of the world? And the answer is very simple: to come to the beginning, you must start with the end. You may have heard of Ragnarok, the Twilight of the Gods, before. It's the story of how the world will end, and the survivors will make a new one. Where I come from, Ragnarok is--was--a cycle, until it was ended." By Thor. "The world ended and was made anew, over and over. So the cow and Buri were both survivors of a previous cycle. See? Simple. Why a cow? Why not a cow? Survivorship of disaster is arbitrary." Don shrugged.

"We'll talk about Ragnarok itself in another class, but for now I want you to think about the cyclical nature of it. Leave aside that where I come from it's pure truth. What does it say, allegorically? What do you think about it? Discuss."

deathsmajesty posting in

Unlike last week's pastoral meadow, this week the class would find themselves sitting around a large table on the balcony of a bustling cafe, overlooking a vast waterway, with tall, elegant buildings that seemed just as much part of the waterway as above it. Rather than more pillows and cushions, they were sitting on a balcony of a coffeashop, many, many stories above ground level, high enough to see the tops of several of the waterfalls. With them was the whiteboard, though the word at the top was no longer peace but
Perfection
And, of course, the same questions from the last two weeks were written out:

• What does blue mana desire? What is its end goal?

• What means does blue mana use to achieve these ends?

• What does blue mana care about? What does it represent?

• What does blue mana despise? What negatively drives it?

• What is blue mana's greatest strength? Greatest weakness?

"Welcome to Ravnica, class," Liliana said and there was no denying the warmth or the fondness in her tone. She loved this plane quite dearly and a lot of care had been put into programming the simulation. "Ravnica is an ecumenopolis, a city so vast it covers the entire plane, serving as proof that mana can thrive even when surrounded by the trappings of industry and civilization, rather than wild, untrammeled nature. This area is rich with blue mana - so much so that the building with the giant statue over there is the home of Isperia, a great sphinx and the guildmaster of the Azorius Senate." Its silhouette was leonine, but only because they were too far away to see the wings folded along its sides.

( Perfection Through Knowledge )

"To follow the philosophy of blue, one must train oneself to examine the world and discover any and every opportunity that awaits - or can be made. Use these opportunities to learn, because with knowledge and mastery one's fingertips, there is no problem that cannot be solved, no question that cannot be answered. Seek not not just knowledge but omniscience, which is just as impossible a goal as perfection, but for blue, it isn't just the destination that's important, but the entire journey to get there, because the journey is where that knowledge is gathered - and where one's own essence is shaped and molded.

throughaphase posting in

fandomhigh_ooc

I'm having A Time and I think I'm in like four meetings today, so here, have a meme we last did in July.

Pose a question (or as many as you'd like, and they don't all have to be in one comment, so you can come back later and add more if you want) to your fellow students, teachers, townies, alumni and expatriates, and they will answer them. These are IC questions and IC answers and should be truthful! They can be personal or silly. You don't have to answer all of them! Nothing counts in game, of course.

So, for example, I'd ping in with a question like 'Are you in love? If so, with who? If not, why not?' And people ping in under me and answer that question. There's no latesies on this, because of the format, so people can ping in at their leisure. And ANYONE can ask questions!

Check throughout the day to see what new stuff may have been added!

wrongkindofsith posting in

*outraged chittering*

Yes, I should probably scold the intern for flattening you just then, but it was funny so I won't.

Up at the School, everyone in the Long Con had a very merry unbirthday, while Creative Writing had technical issues. Gremlins were duelling in the Library, which Caleb ignored, while Cal managed to get roped into joining in.

Over in the Dorms, Caleb was in the Second Floor Common Room watching movies, while in Town, Harley watched a hyena lose to the flamingos in the Park, while Rey had questions. Not necessarily about the hyena.

drumsticksandd20s posting in

For some unknown reason, Steph had been plagued for the past week by a vague nagging sensation that something about her past was... potentially wonky was about the only way she could describe it, really. It wasn't anything foreboding or especially concerning, just the odd awareness that some of her memories from high school were starting to get kind of fuzzy around the edges.

Great. Next thing I know I'll be getting arthritis.

Anyway, she was just going to ignore it.

[OOC: Me @ Squeenix and D9: Haven't you put Max and Chloe through enough? YOU COULD HAVE COME UP WITH NEW CHARACTERS AND A NEW STORY BUT NOOOOOOOO. Anyway, I'm also choosing to ignore it, and open.]

hasaknightjob posting in

The usual morning tasks were taken care of easily enough that day. Which mean that Steven had time to get lost in his thoughts as he sat behind the Welcome Desk.

Currently his thoughts had him thinking of a story. Something about... a museum employee who met an errant fey creature who flew into the museum one morning?

Maybe a time traveling fey creature?

Steven got out his notepad and started to write these ideas down. You never knew what they'd turn into.

He was interruptible if someone needed him, however.

[open]

not_a_haint posting in

fandomhighdorms

Caleb had felt like he'd been dropped in at the deep end when it came to movies so he'd made a trip to the library to do a bit of reading and list-making, and now he was armed with a supply of micro-waved vittles ~~mun just wanted to use that word~~ (enough to share of course) and the instruction manual for the DVD player so he could try to ease himself the modern movie scene a bit.

So far he had ~~Dracula~~ Alucard starring Bela Lugosi from 1931, ~~Metropolis~~ Proletariat Robot Rebellion from 1927, ~~Duck Soup~~ a Marx Brothers movie, and the Rankin and Bass animated adaptation of The Halfling from 1977.

He'd considered Snow White, but decided that Disney deserved to be a project in and of itself.

He'd welcome company.

Current Music: Danse Macabre

talentforlying posting in

"A merry fucking un-birthday to you all, your fake IDs are here," Constantine proclaimed, pointing at the piles of various identifications on his desk. "Find your documents, then grab a seat."

"I want you today to come up with the identity that goes with those documents -- what makes that person different from you, what's the same? Even if you used your real name, if you were trying to get out of a sticky situation, what lies would you tell about yourself?"

"All the really good lies have some basis in truth, and it's best to practice them in advance. Knowing your persona before you start getting quizzed by a cop can be a lifesaver."

afraid_of_marshmallows posting in

The castle from last week was still in the library, but now it was somehow suspended, upside down, from the ceiling. Arden was ignoring it. She had also been ignoring the gremlins dueling one another with foam swords, but that had led to a little bit of a mishap.

Which was why Arden was busily affixing fake flowers to the gremlins, a bite mark visible on her hand, murmuring, "If the rose is knocked off your chest, you lose the duel."

Sometimes these things just happened, okay? Don't worry about that, just focus on the baller song playing pretty much on repeat all day.

totalwildcard posting in