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NAME OF CLASS: The Art of Seeing, and Being Seen (Socio-Cultural Anthropology)
PROFESSOR NAME: Mr. Darcy

General Information: After spending many months away from Amity travelling abroad and taking care of what he's termed 'family affairs', Mr. Darcy has returned to instruct students on the importance of being earnest- and observant. The whys and whims of cultural norms - from the lowliest minotaur to the wealthiest demon - will all be examined with his typical scrutiny and decorum. Professor William is prepared to look down his exceedingly handsome and classical nose at everyone with impunity. He will not shirk at any topic, and as seen previously is still a firm believer that participation is paramount to understanding. After their glimpse of alien culture during their time on the clan isles, he feels it is high past time they open their admittedly small and probably weak minds to the societies of peoples who, while a little closer to home, are no less wild.

The Course: Rumors have been flying that the elusive Mr. Darcy has returned from a mysterious leave of absence, and students brave enough to venture toward his long-abandoned classroom know why. Taped to the door is what appears to be a reading list - as if anyone needed more work to do during the busy prom and festival season. While some might pretend they didn't see anything and keep walking, a few may notice bats lingering near the hall's ceiling, and decide completing their homework might be in their best interest after all...

Below the book list is a very strange questionnaire. Is this a book report or a biography?

Mechanics:
You can repeat this class up to 4 times! Each time you must select a different book. It might behoove you to do them in order, as they scale in difficulty! Simply roll 1 10 sided die to see what information you've gleaned! . Use the chart below to determine what you've learned! You need to discover at least 3 Unique Clues to consider this a success, but you can try for more if you want, you over achiever you!

My First Scaring

My First Scaring
Fiction; Children's

'My First Scaring' is a book written by reknown Weregoose author known simply as 'Mother'. While the many early editions of this short story feature art of young weres, recent releases have seen a wider audience boasting baby Undead, Demons, and various monsters (although only the races with a natural affinity for thumbs). Miss Mother Goose is also unveiling a underwater cave painting version of the work that is a co-operative piece between herself and famous each uisge artist William McAdams. The edition available for his class contains prints from the aforementioned work, and for the first time features children of both undead and monster lineage.

DICE

1 - Ugh, who assigns a children's book? You leaf through the pages, but learn nothing new.
2-3 - Look at you, rediscovering your childhood! You find it hard to read as you keep glancing to all the pictures...They're very well done actually, but sometimes they seem to follow their own script. Goodness, that little patchwork girl is so mean to that little...bear? Werewolf? Gorilla? You've found a clue!
4 - You're so bored you actually bother to read the About the Author section. Apparently Miss Mother Goose has an adopted were-ape daughter who's engaged to the artist of this book. You've found a clue!
5-7 - On the last page, it appears that the horse-boil child and the gorrilla looking kid are holding hands. Storybook romance? The patchwork girl is glaring at them in the distance. A little creepy... You've found a clue!
8-9 - The dedication page reads, "To my daughter, Francine." Isn't that the name of one of the other authors? You've found a clue!
10 - Mr. William sure is putting an emphasis on how kind and pretty that ape-girl is. You've found a clue!

Flylight

Flylight
Fiction; Teen Romance

This awkward and halting work hails from one of the finest fan-fiction writers of this age, the up and coming undead novelist Selena Mayard. Written for teens, it follows the tale of young Isabelly Swine - the destitute daughter of an estranged yeti couple. Belly was forced to move from her cold, northern territory home to her father's hutt in the murky swamps of central Halloween. Here, she meets and falls into a forbidden romance with the each uisge Eanruig. Their struggles as he resists the urge to take her to the water, and as she has to deal with the fact that she will never truly be as beautiful and smooth skinned as he, provides an emotionally flat and predictable plot that nevertheless has proved overwhelmingly popular with young ladies between the ages of 14 and 40.

DICE

1 - This is seriously a great book! How could people hate it?! For some reason, this read-through has you thoroughly ~*enchanted*~. You feel you can strongly identify with the characters, especially that poor undead girl. How dare Belly and Eanruig chose each other over her?! TEAM JESSY FOR LIFE!
2-4 - You read the forward. It's kind of awkward, and has a lot of notes written to the author's ex-husband...A Mr. McAdams. You've found a clue!
5-6 - It becomes increasingly clear as you bash your head against the word-vomit of each chapter that the author really has something strongly against the main protagonist. It's as if she is trying to make her as plain, boring, and utterly unlikeable as possible. Meanwhile, it seems the only half-decent character is that poor patchwork, Jessy. Destined to be locked in unrequited love forever! Hey, isn't the author an undead herself? You've found a clue!
7 - You suddenly find ponies very attractive. This book shows a side of the each uisge you never thought exsisted. A dark, brooding and sexy side. Go team Eanruig! Ok, that motto needs some work...
8 - Some of the lines in this book seem oddly... derogatory. And personal. "I know what you are." "Say it out loud." "...Hair fetish." What does that even mean?! You've found a clue!
8 - 9 - Mr. McAdams...The same last name as the artist for one of the books on your list. Could he be Selena's elusive ex husband? And isn't he also an each uisge? Odd that she'd use that as a main character in the book. And she portrays Eanruig so unflatteringly! You've found a clue!
10 - You fall asleep in the middle of a chapter. Teen romance just doesn't interest you, or maybe this section is just particularly boring.

Bigfoot Burlesque

Bigfoot: Burlesque
Non-fiction; Alternative Lifestyles

Written under the pen-name, W. M.A., this work is a written history of the burlesque club "Hair There", whose primary song and dance acts feature bigfoot and yeti performers. The piece is written from the perspective of a frequent patron, and is often critized for handling the subject material in an overly familiar and non-objective manner. However, the interviews with some of the actresses are particularly poignant, and the work often reads like a memoir. It is an interesting look into the underground world of bigfoot performance art from someone who appreciates dance, comedy, and body hair.

DICE

1 - Ok, so this book uses a psuedonym, but the questionare asks for the author's names. You wonder if the name is in the book somewhere, but you check the nifty included character index and none of the initials match. But there is one person whose initials DO match- the artist from the children's book you were also assigned. You've found a clue!
2-3 - W. M. A.... Women's Modesty Association? No, that can't be right...
4-6 - This book also has a dedication page- to "F. S. and her darling Mother G." Time to check your author list again, you suppose. You've found a clue!
7-8 - You are really not into body hair. Really really. You have to put the book down, and resist the urge to cough up a hairball.
9 - Whoever this WMA is, it's clear he really is into girls with a hairy hiney. You've found a clue!
10 - It mentions, briefly, that the manager of the club is a mad scientist by the name of Doctor Diddle. He has a daughter who's a bartender at the club, whose name was not disclosed, and is referred to as M. S. Another initial? The book indicated that she quit eventually, as she grew jealous of one of the performers. You've found a clue!

In Stitches

In Stitches: An Observer's Guide to Persons of Put-Together Personage
Non-Fiction; Reference

A reference guide for the uninitiated. Written by an up and coming professor of the reknown College of Laboratory Arts, wereape Francine Stein. The piece functioned as her LabArts thesis. It features both basic descriptions of the many types of patchwork undead, as well as profiles on some of the more famous members of their races.

DICE

1 - Francine Stien- isn't that the name of Mother Goose's daughter? You've found a clue!
2 - You leaf through the glossary, looking for clues. There's an entire chapter dedicated to Selena Mayard, but unlike the entries before and following, it's unusually harsh, and seems to focus a lot on her personal life and her inability to 'let go'. You've found a clue!
3-7 - You aren't in stitches, You aren't even chuckling. This is the driest book you've ever read.
8-9 - The book's author is a wereape, and isn't Mr. William engaged to a wereape? And Selena Mayard's got a mysterious ex-husband... You've found a clue!
10 - This book is so boring. You fall asleep before you even make it through the foreword!

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BONUS MECHANIC:
Complete all four reading assignments and answer the questionnaire to get a special minipet! (Simply PM your question answers &class link(s) to Ravvlet)

 

[kuropeco]

It was odd, waking up after the events that had occurred apparently within his own head, but what better way to clear his thoughts than to occupy himself with something productive?

Well...productive certainly was a relative term, after all.

The course by Professor Darcy was not one that Ren might have decided to take at first, but he was less than picky at the current moment, and he decided to attend on a whim. At the very least, he would hopefully get something out if it (other than just a heap of homework, which he would most likely let sit and gather dust for months until he finally scraped together something marginally acceptable).

Professor Darcy's class did sound quite interesting.

...even if it did have a lot of reading.

Ren stared at the first book with a very serious expression as though concentrating very hard on what it actually said (which was probably true, although his mind kept wandering to more enjoyable things - like spookies and seeing LW again and flying with Jove and eating and sleeping and sleeping more and -

Focus.

Ren flipped through the pages of the first book, eyes scanning the first few lines. He pulled the paper towards him, grabbed a pencil, and got down to reading My First Scaring.

And, to his great relief, he found something right off the bat which meant no more searching for that particular question.

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8-9 - The dedication page reads, "To my daughter, Francine." Isn't that the name of one of the other authors? You've found a clue!

 

[kuropeco]

Ren had fallen asleep while doing his reading.

Oops.

Shaking his head, as though to clear it, Ren pushed himself back into a sitting position and tried to get rid of the groggy feeling in his head. Everything felt like fog in his brain, but he gave a little sigh, took a little breath, and breathed as hard as he could.

Then he promptly fell asleep. Again.

He may or may not also have been having a very nice dream that involved LW and a certain black dog playing chase with him in the forest. They ran around barking happily while Ren swooped above them, wings flapping, and then he was soaring over the treetops, the tips of his wings brushing the leaves with every stroke of them. And then he was flying further still, flying higher and higher and he could feel the wind on his face and could smell the scent of nice, crisp afternoon air and he could almost taste the apples he could see far below...

Five minutes later he was awake yet again, but the same fog persisted. He really needed to get some sleep, otherwise this was going to be a problem. Giving another sigh, Ren rumpled the back of his hair, which stood up practically on end, and grabbed his book, sliding it closer towards him. It wasn't exactly the most stimulating reading there ever was, but at least, when he squinted a little, he thought he might have seen the answer to another question...

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2-3 - Look at you, rediscovering your childhood! You find it hard to read as you keep glancing to all the pictures...They're very well done actually, but sometimes they seem to follow their own script. Goodness, that little patchwork girl is so mean to that little...bear? Werewolf? Gorilla? You've found a clue!

 

[kuropeco]

He was still falling asleep.

Ren made a whining sound low in the back of his throat that may or may not have been a pitiful cry for help. He sincerely wished that he could just leave this class right here and now, but really it didn't matter anymore because his brain was entirely fried and what was he even doing here.

He took a deep breath, reminded himself that this was just a book and started reading again.

He woke up five minutes later with a headache, a line of text across his left cheek, and an irate looking gnome who was giving him the stink eye as he passed by the classroom. Ren cleared his throat, ruffled his hair again, and gave a wide yawn that more or less resembled the yawn of a great, catlike beast with an appetite.

And speaking of appetites...his stomach was growling unpleasantly. Ren gave a little grumble of annoyance and despondency and dragged his worksheet towards him, trying in vain to read the rest of the questions. They looked like gibberish to him, but maybe if he squinted hard enough at the text he'd be able to determine the right answer to the question...

Nope, that was the wrong page.

Nope, that was a sentence about a gorilla and a beanbag chair.

Nope, that paragraph had something to do with yellow and its effect on the color of ones baskets; which, Ren thought, was really totally unnecessary, there were children who read this book, after all. He turned another page, a hopeful expression on his face because maybe he could get out of this after all -

- nope, that was a drawing of a human and what looked like a witch of some sort.

Nope, that was a -

- wait -

Aha!

With delight, Ren scribbled what might have been the right answer but may or may not have been just an illegible scribble. Still, he was proud of it, and he turned it into the teacher with a ridiculously proud [removed](he'd managed to stay awake, gold star Ren), and left the class with a jaunty step, quite pleased with himself.

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5-7 - On the last page, it appears that the horse-boil child and the gorrilla looking kid are holding hands. Storybook romance? The patchwork girl is glaring at them in the distance. A little creepy... You've found a clue!