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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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"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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Re: Show off your creation
She held it up at different angles in ways that would make Vanna White proud.
"Anybody want it?"
Re: Show off your creation
"Well," he said, gesturing her forward. "Come on, then. Let's try it."
Re: Show off your creation
Best. Class. Ever.
Rikku lifted the semi-bat up, twirling it a couple of times to get the feel of its weight, and then hopped forward with a quick jab.
Re: Show off your creation
"This is a bludgeoning weapon," he said, "not a dagger or a gauntlet. You want to swing it with heavy, powerful strokes."
Re: Show off your creation