You know my name

Today the Danger Shop was set up to overlook a stunning vista, with a majestic racing track (the likes of which you usually only saw in video games or very expensive spy movies) cut into the sides of a series of cliffs. The effect was spoiled only a very little when you took a good look at the vehicles Bond had chosen for the students to drive.

"Driving," Bond began. "Is a vital skill. However, since turning students into skilled drivers in the course of one lesson is beyond even my skills, so we'll focus on the most important driving skill of all today. Not crashing. By using vehicles with simplified controls, you should be able to focus on that without the need for further instruction."

"However, since the most dangerous hazard on the road is other drivers, we're going to make things interesting," he added, gesturing to a rack of cut-down paint-ball guns. "Whilst your main objective today is to not crash, your secondary goal is to prevent your fellow students from achieving that goal. In any case, the safeties are on, so even if you do crash, no harm will come of it. So you can start whenever you're ready."

[ooc: wait for ocd up.]

[Class Roster|Previous Classes]

Bond was really looking forward to this whole homecoming brouhaha. Really. That was why he was asleep in his office chair with a book over his face.

So maybe he wasn't all that excited about it.

[Door closed, post open.]

Bond had started drinking yesterday afternoon, and despite pacing himself, hadn't really stopped since. He had, however, run out of his ready supply of alcohol in his room and since he had absolutely no desire to be there without the anaesthetic effects of 100 proof, he'd made his way to his office to raid his emergency stash.

If anyone asked, he'd claim he was preparing for class on Wednesday.

[door is closed, post is open]

Bond was in is office working on the next few weeks' lesson plans. He didn't want his students to get too complacent with his classes.

[open!]