fandomhigh | Adventuring Survival Tactics, Period 4, A Classroom, 1/19/07

The Doctor had upgraded from carpet swatches to bean bag chairs, this week. There were a multitude of colors and patterns. He was sitting in one himself, that was bright pink with big white polka dots.

"Today, we're talking about a very, very important tool. That is running away. Also known as the tactical retreat, skidaddle, and vamoose. You may think that facing up to something involves standing your ground and not backing down, but that's just completely nutters, that. You stand your ground when you're ankle-deep in quicksand, you've doomed yourself. Now, retreat a few steps and get your enemy there, well, congratulations. You've used running away to your advantage, you have."

He clapped his hands together and smiled.

"Now obviously, this topic could have a lot of debate. And that's exactly what I want you to do. Pair up, and do a bit of pro/con work. Think about how you can use retreat for good, and how it might not work out. Also, think about any adages and sayings you know. Living to fight another day is much better than dying a brave man, I've found. I'll be happy to debate this point with anyone, but the main lesson here is this: There is no stigma to running away. It does not make you a coward. A coward dies in the face of horrible odds. A brave man retreats to live under opression until his true opportunity presents itself."

"Also, I want you to think about the importance of proper footwear, how high heels will be the death of all of you, the ability of women to find the one pothole in an open field, and why twisted ankles are completely and utterly inevitable. Go on. Discuss."

He felt rather smug.

Even though he'd really just succesfully taught... almost nothing at all.

[ooc: OCD ~~a-comin~~ up.]

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"You said 'Also, I want you to think about the importance of proper footwear, how high heels will be the death of all of you, the ability of women to find the one pothole in an open field, and why twisted ankles are completely and utterly inevitable. Go on. Discuss'," Nadia said, in an almost frighteningly accurate immitation of the Doctor's accent and intonations, if not the actual pitch of his voice. She also adopted a mannerism or two that she'd picked up on in the last two classes with him.

Really, any better, and her ears would start to stick out.

She was subtlely making the words seem more smug and attack-like, but it was a little thing, impossible to tell exactly how she did it.

"So, yeah, sounded kind of like an attack, to me."

"They were seperate statements!" the Doctor protested. "One, and that was the joke, specifically mentioned women."

"Well, it wasn't a very good one, then!"

"Nine hundred years of twisted ankles! I'm not making that up!"

"And again, I've never twisted an ankle running away from something. Neither has anyone else I've had to run away from something with. I've had lots of other stuff happen, but not that."

"...might have something to do with gravity differences," the Doctor mused.

"Which wouldn't be their fault."

The Doctor rolled his eyes.

"Miss Santos, are you familiar with the phrase 'pick your battles'?"

"Nope."

"It shows," the Doctor said.

Nadia wasn't sure how to respond to that. So she stuck her tongue out at him.

The Doctor smiled, then laughed while shaking his head.

"Whaaaaat?"

"Nothing."

Nadia pouted at him.

The Doctor gave Nadia a 'Not Gonna Work' look.

Nadia pouted more and added puppy-dog eyes.

The Doctor raised a single pointer finger.

Then reached over to poke Nadia on the nose.

Nadia leaned back and snapped at said finger with her teeth, making sure to fall well short of actually reaching the finger.

Now it was the Doctor's turn to pout at Nadia.

Nadia gave him a "That's what you get," look.

And this would be the Doctor sticking -his- tongue out at Nadia.

Nadia gave him a scowl-pout.

And in his best Nadia-voice. "Whaaaaat?"

And in that same creepily accurate Doctor immitation she'd used early, Nadia responded: "Nothing,"

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