fandomhigh | Interdisciplinary Studies or Whatever, Class 4, Friday, Period 1

Squall was waiting for the class in the Danger room, which was set up to look like the regular classroom. Except for the computer terminal floating in midair near the blackboard.

"Today, class," Squall said, "we're going to talk about the Carpenters." He tossed the sign-in clipboard out to a random student and then walked over to the computer terminal.

Gazing at the class as if he were about to impart some deep and hidden wisdom, he hit a button. A two-by-four appeared in his hand and a picture of logs appeared on the chalkboard. "This," he said, holding the board up for everyone to see, "is wood."

He put the board down on his desk and hit another button, at which point the picture on the board changed to a saw, and a crosscut saw appeared on the desk. "This is a saw. You use it to cut wood." He demonstrated on the two-by-four and then held up both halves to show that it was, in fact, cut.

He hit another button, changing the picture to a hammer and nails, while the tools obediently appeared on the desk. "Hammer," he said. "Nails." He nailed one of the board halves to the wall. "Ta-da."

Another button, and this time the picture was of screws and a screwdriver. Instead of a tool, a yellowish drink showed up on the desk, and he drank it. "Screwdriver. Screws. You screw screws with a screwdriver."

One more button, and the classroom dissolved around them, to be replaced by a wood shop. Each student was supplied with a bandsaw, a nailgun, protective goggles, and plenty of wood. Yes, those are two of the most dangerous power tools, and he's letting the kids loose on them without any instruction. Hey, it's the Danger Room.

"Okay," he said. "Build something. And BE CAREFUL. The safety protocols are on, so you can't actually get hurt, but you will bleed a LOT, and you will bleed bright blue, so everyone can point and laugh at you."

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Be creative. You've got plenty of wood, and power tools. Work alone or in groups.

Jenny decided to try to build a birdhouse, as she was under the impression it was kind of classic.

This was probably not going to go well.

"Not your forté, huh?"

"No," Jenny agreed. "Definitely not. I'm more the...mass property damage and let somebody else do the rebuilding' type, I'm afraid."

Squall smirked knowingly. "Me, too."

(And then I had to COORDINATE some of the rebuilding, because they decided I was in charge.

That sucked.)

Ino eyed the tools and wood dubiously before looking around for a partner.

Johnny noticed the blonde girl looking around, and headed over to where she was.

"Need some help?" he asked.

"I think so?" Ino said with an embarrassed smile and a shrug, "I've never done this before."

" 'Ve done a little," Johnny said. " 'Ve helped my Dad build ramps an' stuff, but never anything like a bookshelf or whatever."

"Well," Ino said, "You know more than I do about this sort of thing. I'm Ino." She smiled, "Don't think we've formally met yet."

He smiled back at her. " 'M Johnny. Johnny Blaze, 'cause there seems to be a bunch of us with the same names around here."

He picked up a board and examined it carefully. "Th'most important thing about workin' with wood is figurin' out in advance what you want to do. Any suggestions?"

Ino studied the board for a moment, "Something simple, maybe? Perhaps a bookshelf?"

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Once he had a clear picture in his head, Ronan got to work on his project: a small, waist-high cabinet.

"If you manage to finish that by the end of class today, you get an A for the day."

The only wooden things that Cassandra was really familiar with were combat training dummies. She needed a few of the things anyway, so this worked out rather well.

Except for the tiny problem of her not really knowing how to use the tools properly, or how to make a training dummy. She was sure going to try, though.

Ooh, hey. It was the girl from class yesterday! With the rolls. Carmela figures it might be a good idea to actually introduce herself.

"Hi!" she says cheerily, wandering over. "I'm Carmela Rodriguez."

Cassandra looks up from her clearly inexperienced work, and grins slightly, "Hey. I'm Cassandra."

Ed looked at the wood and tools thoughtfully.

Finally he grabbed a pile of wood, carried it to a corner, and with a clap of his hands transmuted it into a bookshelf.

He was rather hoping he could keep it.

"Show-off."

Rikku bounced. A lot. And took a large hunk of wood and attempted to shape it into something cylindrical. Which kinda failed. She seemed chipper anyway.

That was, in general, NOT the way to work wood.

"Are you having fun, there?"

"You bet!" Rikku grinned. "I'd be having even more fun if I had another screwdriver!"

The power tool or the drink. Really, both were shiny.

Squall shrugged. And very quickly, she had another of each.

Maybe she'd get drunk and cut herself?

Rikku picked up the drill and revved it a few times, giggling madly. And chugged the drink. As you do.

"Can we play tag with the screwdrivers?" she asked. Somewhat unsteadily.

Squall raised an eyebrow. "No. No tag."