The Danger Shop was set up to look like the courtyard of a castle this week. The Doctor was leaning against a sword on the far side as he waited for the students to gather. When he was satisfied enough of the class was there, he started to talk. "Right! So this is the last week of the basics before we start wading into dealing with history itself. ( Read more... )

"Okay!" the Doctor said, bounding into the room when the students had gathered. "No time for chatting, let's get to it. Get to what you might ask? If you are, you didn't read your syllabus! Ask Peyton or Dick for one if you missed out. They're you're TAs and in case you've forgotten, I'm the Doctor ( Read more... )

The Danger Shop was the place to be for students who were taking the Doctor's class. Conveniently, the Doctor was there and had programmed it to look like a cocktail party. People seemed to be mingling about and there were little holographic canapés and non-alcoholic drinks being served ( Read more... )