Okay, miscreants friends. Listen up.

I'm taking over the Failed Derleth School Project™. And before any of you say anything, Natasha is already on board with it and has complete faith in my ability to manipulate mold the minds of the future. So, this is how it's going to work.

1) Anyone can come to my classes. Age doesn't matter to me. This isn't mandatory so if you want to spend every Void week hanging out at The Strange Pool© no one is going to stop you. This is for anyone who wants to learn something new, collaborate with others, make friendships, or plot a tyrannical rule of another galaxy have something to do instead of sit around waiting for the next disaster.

2) I'm not looking for help at the moment. Last time there were too many chefs and not enough omelets or whatever. If something comes up and someone else's expertise could be useful, I'll reach out. If this turns into a big thing, I'll ask if someone wants to assist. But for the time being, I'm starting small. I know, surprise surprise, here to keep you on your toes Because if no one shows up there's no point in making a big thing of it. (But also if you want to teach your own thing outside of this fantastic project, by all means, go ahead, I'm not the education police.)

3) This will not be limited to time in the Void. I'm going to find practical applications of the coursework. And, so far, we haven't been to a world yet where knowledge and learning couldn't be applied to our circumstances.

With that out of the way. The first class will be tomorrow morning after breakfast in Armitage Hall. Room 103. I'm not saying the class will be on Battle Strategy. Nor am I saying that this will be the first in a multi-part course designed to prepare you to fight evil aliens/monsters/space pirates/Lokian invaders, etc. Nor am I saying I will be giving you an insider view into the Villain Perspective™. Nor am I saying that this particular lecture series will end in a group teamwork mission ala Capture the Flag. But I'm not not saying any of those things. What I am saying is that anyone who attends at least 60% of the classes will be allowed to babysit the school mascot, Mischief. He is feisty and will be training alongside us because he is a son of chaos. and I'm afraid to leave him alone in my room because he might tear up my good leather pants

If you think you're going to attend, let me know so I can figure out how many knives to bring.

ELIOT (UNSENT):

Hope you got my note about taking over your thing. ♥