[center][b][color=007FFF]Abel Fulgurate[/color][/b][/center]

Any residual pain from the encounter with the Grimm paled in comparison to Abel's new horror.  As he stood in front of the fountain, the Ampere held limply in his left hand, he stared with white eyes at the wretched thing on his chest.  “My...my fancy blue coat...” he breathed, miserable and disconsolate as one who grieves after death.  With all the joy sucked out of him and pooling around his shoes, the guardian had nothing left to due but squelch off to sixth period, leaving behind him a soggy, mournful trail of puddles.  In more or less severe states of unhappiness departed the other Survival students, headed toward their own final hour classes.  Though Abel knew that Language lay on his horizon, he couldn't image that he'd find the words to describe the sorrow that soaked through his waterlogged coat and into his bones.

Professor Vorosky, meanwhile, remained behind.  With a callous cheerfulness he explained that there were likely a few students who missed the anomaly, and that he'd have to remain here for a time to see who else came through.  His true feelings lay indiscernible beneath his mask; he could have just as easily been irritated at his students' collective failure as concerned with their well-being.  He sounded pleasant enough, certainly, but something about the Survival teacher emanated a certain wildness, as though the time spent among woods and beasts physically dwelt in his psyche.

The bells marking the beginning of sixth period tolled.

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[h3]Computer Science[/h3]

The computer science laboratory was dark, which Ni knew wasn't healthy for the eyes, but there was no better working condition for computers.  The light-up keyboards and vibrant displays pierced the shadows, creating points of activity and potential that sucked up students' focuses like water into a sponge.  Of course, Ni could not deny that a fragment of him kept the lights low so that he could steal catnaps once in a while, but on the special first day of school when he met his new students he fostered high hopes that none of them would put him to sleep.

“Hi there,” he said when everyone had gathered.  He stole a quick glance at the checklist glowing now on his scroll; it appeared that a couple students hadn't arrived yet.  The professor rolled his gleaming pink eyes.  Would there be no-shows on the first day?  “Computer science 101, then.  I'm Ni Rensa Ryou, you can call me Ni.  Some of the other teachers say I'm a shut-in,” he grumbled, raised his hands dramatically as if about to deny it.  “...it's true.  I deal with machines better than people, and not Chatworth's weapons of mass destruction.  I'm not just boasting when I say I've got computers down, and before the end of the semester you're going to have them down too.  Then the real fun can begin.”

Ni sauntered over to his desk and slouched at the computer.  At the press of a button, every station in the class powered on.  “I'm not gonna lecture ya all that often.  You're here, you know what a space bar is, how to uninstall a program, and write a method.  Log in using your last name and team name, you'll be prompted to make a password, and find your Student Assignments folder.  Find the first slideshow and get on it.  And if I catch [i]any of you[/i] watching animated web series online, even good ones, I will silence your CPU faster than you can say, 'Oh, that's my uncle'.”

The assignment in question was a short in-workspace code-writing activity, in which the student was called upon to create two object classes capable of interaction with one another, one representative of the student him- or herself, and another representative of a Grimm of their choosing.  When run, the program would need to choose a random action from the Grimm out of three different options the student creates, send it as a parameter to the student class, and display a random string out of three options saying how the student responded.  It was open-ended and allowed for some creativity along with its technicality, which Ni felt was a good opener.