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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The Doctor thought. "What you feel comfortable with," he said. "I trust you."

"My discretion, right." Rose said, nodding thoughtfully. "What does he know about you anyway?"

"Not much," the Doctor said. "In fact, he doesn't know anything about our possible future together."

"Jack's pretty sharp," Rose said skeptically, then began to shift and looked down and put another banana cupcake forward, just in case. "When we first met I, uh, may have given him the impression that I knew him or will know him."

"Ah, well, impressions are one thing. Facts and details are another," the Doctor said.

"Alright, I take your meaning." Rose nodded before asking, "Are you going to Emma's party?"

"Not I," the Doctor said. "Tempting, perhaps, but I'll let everyone else do the mingling thing."

"I'm so very shocked with that response," Rose joked, then grinned. "Mickey, my Mickey says 'hello' by the way."

"He would," the Doctor said. "Feel free to invent some sort of nice response back to tell him I said."

Rose snorted. "You're tenth version of you, that he'll believe, you now saying something nice to Mickey will only make him think your possessed."

"Yeah, well, I didn't actually say anything nice, now, did I?"

Rose had a devil in her eye now. "You say that now but I recall that you pretty much kissed Mickey, I think that constitutes as 'nice'."

The Doctor looked at Rose. "Kissed?!"

"Yep, kissed." Rose waggled her eyebrows, "And there I was with only hugs and hand holds and you give Mickey a smack. Could've been jealous about that, y'know."

"You have got to be joking," the Doctor said.

"Honest," Rose placed her hand on her heart. "Hand to God and all that."

"I was drunk. Must have been."

"I've seen you drunk," Rose informed him, rather smugly, "Believe me, you were not drunk."

"You're taking the mickey, aren't you," the Doctor said. "And wow, bad choice of slang."

"Not as bad as 'exactamundo'" She consoled him, this grin will probably never leave now. "And, no Doctor, I think you were the one who was 'taking the Mickey', so to speak. Saw with me own two eyes. Actually, Mum was there too."

Rose took out her Superphone, "Want me to call her right now?"

"I can think of many, many things that I'd rather do than hear your mother's voice right now," the Doctor said.

Rose assumed a thoughtful pose, "Y'know, you snogged my mum too." Well, it was the other way 'round but she wasn't going to tell, was she? "Kissed Mickey, snogged me mum, I think I should be acting all jealous now."