fandomhigh | Interdisciplinary Studies or Whatever, Class 7, Friday, Period 3

Today's class met at the main campfire which, despite the heat, was piled full of large logs and ready for a bonfire. Nearby was what looked at first glance to be some sort of salad bar.

"So," Squall said, once the students had arrived. "Let's pretend that you're stuck out in the wilderness with nothing to eat but..." He looked over at the salad bar-type-thing. "...some raw meat, vegetables, rice, and various sauces and glazes. Which is bound to happen at some point, right?" He shrugged. "And if you pretend that it's winter, you also need to keep warm. So. You need to start a fire." He passed out handouts and explained a little bit about fire bows, fire pistons, and flint and steel. "...Which all suck," he concluded. "If you really want to start a fire, you need one of two things: these" -- a box of matches -- " or this" -- a butane lighter. He tossed them both towards the class. "You'd better fight for them. Or share. Or something. Because you're going to have to make a fire, which might be pretty hard without them."

He shrugged. "Or maybe it'll be easy." Squall was surrounded by a green glow for a moment, and then the large campfire in front of him burst into a ginormous fireball before settling down to burn cheerfully.

He grinned at them.

When all -- most? some? -- of the fires were going, Squall called them back.

"Okay, party time. Over there is food. Cook it. Make something good." He shrugged. "Whatever."

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Okay, now Ronan laughed, but it definitely wasn't at Jenny. "What's wrong with her?" he asked. "Or him. Whichever." He paused. "Although as the spirit of this century, I imagine she's probably... incredibly immature and shallow."

Jenny scowled. "She somehow made herself into a teenager. Even though she should be seven. And she smokes. I didn't even smoke at seven. And she thinks she is the boss of all, including her parents, who I personally blame, although I like them." Jenny shook her head. "Midnighter running out for a few years there probably didn't help, but the man had his reasons."

Ronan winced. "She made herself into a teenager? Powers, that's... ugh. If she's going to age herself, why not an adult? Seriously, that's just... at least do something useful with it, right? If you've got it?"

Jenny shrugged. "I guess she thought if she was older, she could lead the Authority, and when you're seven teenagers seem 'old,' right? Or maybe that was all she could manage. I don't know, I haven't exactly sat down and talked to her about it."

Which was good, because then she would have found out about the Magical Land of the Jennys, which Jenny S definitely didn't remember taking part in.

"What worries me is, first time around I stopped aging at nineteen--in 1919. And then I stayed nineteen for the rest of the century. She's already fourteen or fifteen in 2007. So. I'm not sure what that means, you know?"

Ronan frowned. "... Well, maybe she'll just end up twenty-seven or something? Age the extra twelve years? Or maybe she'll stop when she hits nineteen, too." He shrugged. "Or maybe she'll get returned to the proper age. Who knows?"

Jenny tapped a fresh cigarette out of her pack. "I'm more worried she'll keep it up, run out, and keel over in 2046 or so, possibly ending life as we know it."

Ronan frowned. "Oh. Huh. Yeah, I can see that concern..." He considered it. "Maybe that's why you're here? To take over for her if she does something exceedingly stupid?"

"Maybe." Jenny grumbled something that might have sounded like, "They didn't send her to boarding school," and sucked viciously on her cig.

Interdisciplinary Studies or Whatever, Class 7, Friday, Period 3

Re: One box of matches. One butane lighter.

Re: One box of matches. One butane lighter.

Re: One box of matches. One butane lighter.

Re: One box of matches. One butane lighter.

Re: One box of matches. One butane lighter.

Re: One box of matches. One butane lighter.

Re: One box of matches. One butane lighter.

Re: One box of matches. One butane lighter.