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Class met in the Danger Room, which had been modified to look like . . . the front of the Kwik Stop. The class (minus a certain reluctant TA) would arrive to find . . . Jay making out with an inflatable doll.

Oh, this boded well. And by 'well', of course, we mean 'terrifyingly', although uncertain whether an adjective or an adverb is grammatically correct in this instance. Bob was busy handing out various sets of blueprints to his students and when he turned to discover this game of silicone tonsil hockey he snatched the doll away with a glare and whapped Jay across the head with it.

"What the fuckk, Lunchbox?" Jay griped, rubbing the back of his head with a sullen glance. "Not like any of these little fuckers are gonna use it right. You're fucking wasting our stash."

Bob seemed unaffected. He tossed the blow-up doll on top of a stack of similar simulated seductresses and turned back to the class, looking pleased with himself, hands on hips and his utility belt, for once, visible.

Jay leaned against a rickety folding table holding a variety of objects. "Alright, Fatass here wanted you all to know that the topic of today's class is 'Always be prepared'. Like this fatass mothafucka was ever a Boy Scout. I once ate a Brownie, though." He straightened up. "Anyway, take a look at those plans 'cause that's your task today – what the fuck, task? What are you, the fucking elf pansy in the purple robes?"

Bob shook a threatening finger at him and nodded towards the kids, telling him to continue

"Huh. Fine. That tight-ass little bitch with the skunk hair is on top of the Perk." He pointed across the rooftops. "You gotta get from here to there and rescue the chick. Me and my black manservant will get all Sentinel on you’re asses and try and stop you, got it?"

Bob held up a finger – one more thing. He gestured at the table, where there was an array of items, enough for every student to get one of each. He began tucking these things into his trenchcoat, demonstrating that they had to be carried before the task began. The blueprints, with various cracked schemes for success on them (intended as guidelines only – Bob encourages creativity), indicated that the items could be used in completing their task. "Lunchbox is like fucking ~~MacGyver~~ Angus with that shit," Jay added proudly and unnecessarily.

When he was sure that they all understood, Jay and Bob started up the ladder on the side of the Kwik Stop towards the roof. Over his shoulder, Jay shouted the last piece of advice. "Oh, and if you little shits get bored you can totally start fucking each other up."

[ooc: posting for Jay & Silent Bob because the player doesn't have net access at the moment!]

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It was clear that Bob had originally drawn up the plans and Jay had added his own . . . "improvements", for in every one the stick-figure representing Rogue had developed an impressive rack.

The list of equipment is as follows:
- one inflatable doll
- one sock full of quarters
- one roll of duct tape
- one grapping hook gun
- three ~~bat~~Bobarangs

- one Holy ~~f**king~~ Bible

Robin had his scout belt on which had a lot of pouches and things for carrying stuff. Most of the equipment fit with no problem. The sock full of quarters presented a challenge to him though. He managed it finally, but that inflatable doll simply wasn't gonna fit anywhere. Plus it was like five times the size of Robin.

Edward found places in his tailcoat for most of the items, and secured the Bible in his scarf/sash, but the inflated doll looked like it would be a problem. He could carry it deflated, but he didn't know if he'd have enough time to blow it up again, if he needed it. And he had the weird feeling that, under these circumstances, he would. A little miffed, he decided to just carry it under his arm, and toss it if the fight got too bad.

Adam managed to find pockets to stow everything except for the inflatable doll. He honestly couldn't see how it would be useful. Then again, he'd missed two classes so maybe there'd been an explanation.

Luke stared at the supplies for a moment before giving a mental shrug and putting most of the stuff into his belt pouches.

He snagged part of the duct tape and taped the inflatable dolls hands together, then dropped it over his head.

If he dragged Yoda through the jungle like this, it would work for this too.

He didn't even care how ridiculous it made him look. Well...much.

See? Baggy clothes were good for more than just hiding your persistent self-consciousness.

Okay, this class was ... no, last week they'd taught her about supreme enlightenment, so Rikku wasn't going to question things, here.

The grappling hook gun, prepped with Bobarangs, was hanging off her belt, and the roll of duct tape and Holy Bible got stuffed into her leg pouch. She was carrying the sock full of quarters in her right hand as a weapon, and ... okay, she'd use her left to carry the inflatable doll.

Marco glanced up at the supplies and decided that there was no way he was going go suddenly grow an extra few inches. The Bobarangs and grapping hook gun got tossed into his rather large pockets. After an extra thought, he added the Bible in there as well. The sock full of quarters got ducktaped to his leg, as did the inflatable doll to his back, after he folded her rather uncomftorably. The remnants of the duck tape went into a pocket as well.

Jenny muttered curses to herself as she gathered her equipment, for she had nowhere in her outfit to stash this stuff. Finally, she gathered it all in her hands as best she could, slung the blow-up doll over her shoulder, and got to it.

After a good deal of deliberation, Mikey finally said 'to heck with it' and duct-taped the whole mess of equipment to his shell.

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