fandomhigh | Constant Vigilance 2, Session 3. Friday Sept 22nd, Period 4

Jack was leaning against the desk at the front of the class, grinning hugely as the other students arrived. Once they were all seated, he gestured expansively and said, "You lucky people are stuck with me today, because the Doctor's got a very hot date. Not so luckily, he put together a vague lesson plan, otherwise I'd say let's skip class and head to the bar."

He passed around the handouts the Doctor had prepared on the the Menoptera, the Optera, the Wirrn and the Zarbi, and then talked briefly about each of the species. When he was finished, he jumped up to sit on the desk. "Now, this class is supposed to be about Constant Vigilance. About learning to watch out for what the universe has to offer. And what it often has to offer - as the Doctor so recently discovered - is a date. But whether you're after a date or not, learning to get someone interested is a very valuable skill, one that can lead you into - and out of - a lot of trouble. And even if you lose your gun, your sword, or even your big rock, you've almost always got your tongue." He smirked. "Which I want you to use for talking only."

"Split into pairs. One takes on the role of one of the aliens we learned about today. The other: chat them up and get a date, or an assignation, or at the very least friendly conversation. Don't get your head bitten off. It's difficult to have any fun when you don't have a head. Use what you learned about your partner's species - and whatever you can get them to tell you - to make yourself attractive to them, whether it's sexually, romantically, or whatever. Remember that your partner looks like the alien they're pretending to be, so you might not think they're pretty - but I wouldn't let them know that if I were you. Feel free to exaggerate, boast, bluff, make wild promises or outright lie. Whatever it takes." He looked around the class, expression momentarily serious. "Because sometimes the only thing that will save your life is that the being threatening you prefers you alive to dead."

"And that's it. Go for it, have fun, and grab me if you have any questions. But don't grab me anywhere interesting, because technically this is a school."

[ooc: And we have ~~wait for~~ OCD, ~~plz~~ thanks. Sorry for the lameity. Both partners can lie like politicians, and if you need to know something about the species you're pretending to be: make it up. I'm hoping to actually sleep btn EST 10am-3pm, so probably won't be around then, but I'll pick up Jack pings upon awakening. If you need to pair up with Jack, or you want detention for something, ping me in OOC.]

[ooc 2: *facepalm* ETA: The species in question are the insectoid aliens the Zarbi, the Wirrn, the Optera, and the Menoptera. Have added them into the class.]

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Walter waited for a chance to partner with someone, reading through the handouts while he waited.

"Would you still date me if I were a bug-like alien?"

"Would I have time to get to know you first?"

"Would you still want to?"

"That depends. Those menoptera seem decent enough and wouldn't try to lay eggs in me. But why would you want to date me if you were a bug-like alien?"

"I'm intrigued by your lack of mandibles and relatively small number of appendages."

"Don't forget my lack of an exoskeleton, leaving all the soft parts just exposed."

"It's craziness. But I've always had a taste for adventure."

"I could take you out for some honey mead. You can tell me about your hive."

"And you could explain the whole 'not laying eggs' thing."

"See. We'd have a very interesting time. Although I assume that mandibles and lips wouldn't mix well for kissing."

"That's true. And I'd be confused by your lack of feelers."

"We could still dance, probably. If your wings don't get in the way."

"Dancing with wings is actually rather interesting. You can literally dance on the air."

"So it's a date, then."

"Agreed. I'd offer to shake on it, but I'm not sure which of my six legs would be appropriate."

"Watch what you do with those legs when we're dancing. I'm not that kind of guy."

"So what kind of guy are you, then?"

"Apparently the type of guy who will go out with a bug-like person."

"And yet complains about where the bug-like person puts her extra legs?"

"I wouldn't want you to think I was easy. You might not respect me in the morning."

"Well, I am based on an insect race. Some of us bite the heads off our mates before morning ever gets here." Nadia thought about this for a moment. "I wouldn't do that to you, though. Your head would be too squishy."