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Interdisciplinary Studies or Whatever, Class 3, Wednesday, Period 5 (Galactica Point)
Today, Squall was waiting for the students at Galactica Point, and had handwavily informed his students to meet him there wearing swim wear and carrying towels. That's right, today's lesson is on swimming. ...Of course, this is Squall, so your character might not have gotten the memo. Your choice.
He greeted them wearing only a pair of black swim trunks and his short-sleeve, midriff-baring leather jacket. And his necklace, of course. Never takes that thing off. "All right, class!" he said, once everyone had arrived. "Is Keladry of Whatever here today? Has anyone seen him? At all?" He shrugged. "Whatever. Sign in, everyone." And he whipped the clipboard at someone.
"Okay. So. Today you're going to learn how to swim. Unless you already know how, in which case you're going to laugh with me at the people who almost drown. The important thing to remember is that this is brackish water, so it's going to be easier to float, but it's going to sting if you get it in your eyes. Now, everybody into the water."
Squall tossed his jacket on the sand, waded out until he was a little more than waist deep and turned to face them again. "Okay, stop. Everybody practice floating or whatever. Just lean back and float face-up."
After not nearly enough time, he called out "Okay, stop! Now. You've got four basic strokes -- the easy ones are the crawl, or "freestyle", the backstroke, and the breaststroke. He demonstrated each of them for the students. And there's also the butterfly stroke, but I'm not going to teach it to you because it's hard." He shrugged.
"So. There's a white buoy out there." He pointed. It's out there, about 50 yards, but it's small and the waves make it hard to see. "Swim out there, and come back with one of the things hanging off it."
"Oh, and don't drown."
[ETA:
I forgot to mention: the thing you're getting from the buoy is a bright orange Fish Scale, about two inches across, tied to a length of fishing line. Squall won't explain it without being prompted, but it's a one-time-use item that will do water damage to one enemy if you throw it.]
[Wait for OCD Swim along, just join the song/A musical for everyone to have a lot of finny fun]
He greeted them wearing only a pair of black swim trunks and his short-sleeve, midriff-baring leather jacket. And his necklace, of course. Never takes that thing off. "All right, class!" he said, once everyone had arrived. "Is Keladry of Whatever here today? Has anyone seen him? At all?" He shrugged. "Whatever. Sign in, everyone." And he whipped the clipboard at someone.
"Okay. So. Today you're going to learn how to swim. Unless you already know how, in which case you're going to laugh with me at the people who almost drown. The important thing to remember is that this is brackish water, so it's going to be easier to float, but it's going to sting if you get it in your eyes. Now, everybody into the water."
Squall tossed his jacket on the sand, waded out until he was a little more than waist deep and turned to face them again. "Okay, stop. Everybody practice floating or whatever. Just lean back and float face-up."
After not nearly enough time, he called out "Okay, stop! Now. You've got four basic strokes -- the easy ones are the crawl, or "freestyle", the backstroke, and the breaststroke. He demonstrated each of them for the students. And there's also the butterfly stroke, but I'm not going to teach it to you because it's hard." He shrugged.
"So. There's a white buoy out there." He pointed. It's out there, about 50 yards, but it's small and the waves make it hard to see. "Swim out there, and come back with one of the things hanging off it."
"Oh, and don't drown."
[ETA:
I forgot to mention: the thing you're getting from the buoy is a bright orange Fish Scale, about two inches across, tied to a length of fishing line. Squall won't explain it without being prompted, but it's a one-time-use item that will do water damage to one enemy if you throw it.]
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Jim got out to about chest deep and stopped.
Don't panic, don't panic, don't panic, don't panic, don't panic, don't panic . . . .
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"It's just a little bit further out," Squall said, helpfully.
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Not that he moved forward at all.
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"It's water. It doesn't bite. Do you need help?"
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He demonstrated.
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He couldn't.
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"I'm going back in."
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Squall raised his eyebrows and shrugged.
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