...it's you again, is it? *sigh* Oh, all right, then, on with it. Hold them up a bit, if you don't want me sticking my hand through your face.
Good morning, anyone who's up. Otherwise, I hope you enjoyed your lie-in.
There were three
classes yesterday, starting with
Creative Inspirations. Which apparently inspired Hannibal and Jono to
talk a lot and then Jono to be downright giddy at the prospect of
flying a plane over a volcano. Look, I've never actually been in a plane, but isn't that rather dangerous? And after that, they went back to the classroom to do
whatever people do to be creative when they've just risked their lives.
After all that, the rain of anchovies in
Etiquette seems positively tame. And I'd much rather go flying than have to
clean up said rain. Ew.
And then the lucky class,
Beach Fitness, got to
snorkel in the Danger Shop, after which
Kitty showed up to bring Clint coffee and talk about marriage.
All right, and the juicy personal stuff?
*chittering*
Really? Everyone here is that boring? *sigh* What about
town?
Oh, good.
At
Wonka's, Emma Swan made battle dioramas out of candy from damaged packaging. Well done, Emma - at least that's something.
And in
Psionics class, which I already know about because I was there, so so much for juicy gossip! Emma Frost taught everybody about defending themselves from mental attacks. Everybody had to find a
safe space in their mind, then talk about
how they relax or meditate or what-have-you, then do a bit of
visualising of defences.
And it looks like that's everything, so I'm heading off for some very important visualisation of this lovely...*cough*. Never mind. Good-bye!