"Welcome to your final," Karla said once all of her students were assembled in the Danger Shop, which was set up to look like an industrial-size kitchen. Out the back door was a garden filled with various plants, some presumably the ones that they'd studied over the semester, though nothing was marked. A beehive hummed nearby. "All you have to do ( Read more... )

Once more into the Danger Shop, dear friends ( Read more... )

The class would be grateful that today's class was in the Danger Shop today, at least once they saw their teacher sporting the very latest fashion. In bee keeping attire, anyway. Blue, of course, because why have a color scheme if you didn't keep to it ( Read more... )

Class was once again in a Danger Shop meadow. This time, instead of being surrounded by poisonous plants, there were easels set up surrounded by various art supplies. Oils, watercolors, pastels, and, of course, charcoals. She couldn't leave that out. There was also a stranger sitting in the middle, in front of his own easel with a palette of oil ( Read more... )

Karla had sent out an email the night before, but also made sure to stop by her classroom and post a sign just in case.

No class.
If you need a safe place, stick to your dorms, the library here at school, or Caritas in town.
I won't tell you to stay out of this because I never listened when someone said that to me,
but be smart about it.

To say that Karla was distracted today would be an understatement. She'd already been overtired when she got to Fandom. Add that to feeling whatever was wrong with the island and discovering that Kayla could feel it, too, would be enough to shatter even the steadiest of nerves ( Read more... )

Instead of the Danger Shop, class met at the Causeway today, with a portal ready and waiting to go ( Read more... )

Another class, another visit to the Danger Shop. This time, the class stepped into dusk, the sun lowering on the horizon and the sky turning pink and orange. The air was still very warm and the drone of bees came from somewhere nearby. Karla waved to them from her seat by a small campfire, burning merrily near towering shrubs covered in small pink ( Read more... )

Yeah, a few steps onto the island and Karla had decided to readjust her lesson plan for the day. The pollen was still going strong and odds that her students would be able to pay attention to much else was slim. A pity the Danger Shop didn't filter it out of the air somehow, but if that was a setting, Karla had no idea how to find it ( Read more... )

"Some might consider today's class to be fairly gruesome," Karla warned the class outside of the Danger Shop. "I make no apologies for that. Hopefully this will be the closest you come to seeing someone die by violence, but I'm fairly sure that hope comes too late for at least half of you. And for those of you who wish to make your living as ( Read more... )