fandomhigh | Keeping Your Wits About You... [Monday 2nd Period 10-11] Class # 13 DANGER ROOM

Once again they were meeting in the Danger Room!

Wilson was leaning against the table with all the morning treats, sipping his coffee and looking vaguely amused. As soon as everyone was gathered and had their coffee, tea, whatever he cleared his throat and called them over to listen to their latest Danger Room assignment.

"Good morning," he began, setting his coffee off to the side and putting his hands in his pockets.

"So far this semester, we've focused on keeping your wits about you when it was just yourself. Today we're going to tackle something infinitely more tricky."

Looking a bit rueful, he grinned at them.

"Today, you're going to be attempting to navigate ways to protect others who seem hell bent on self destruction. Believe me when I say, it will be hard to keep your wits calm, while at the same time trying to be one step ahead of the reckless behavior of others."

Something Wilson -coughthankyouHousecough- had plenty of experience with.

"As I call your name, you'll go into the scenario. I'd give you all hints about what's on the other side of that door but most of the time, these situations are feel it out as you go. Everybody ready? Okay. Good luck!"

[ooc: OCDs are ~~on the way~~ up! Have fun!]

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"Lana and I were discussing the possibility of it being small children," Isabel admitted, bumping back. "Or it could be some of our classmates in a life or death situation. You know how that can go."

"Should I put on a cape before I play hero then?" Wyatt grinned.

"And spandex?" she leered. "I can appreciate spandex in this situation."

"Spandex is a privilege, not a right," Wyatt said solemnly. "One that I have earned."

Isabel smiled happily, thinking of...well, you figure it out. "Absolutely. So you'll be Super Wyatt? Off to save the day?"

Wyatt stood up and struck a heroic pose, hands on his hips. He looked down at his plain white shirt. "I need a big 'W' on my chest, don't I?"

"I can fix that," she offered, wiggling her fingers at him.

Wyatt snickered. Why the hell not? "Go for it," he said.

"Any particular color?" Isabel grinned.

Wyatt thought it over. "Red?" he said.

"Surely." Slowly, she dragged two fingers over his chest, creating a neat, but very bright red W.

"How's that?"

He struck the pose again. "Do I look heroic and noble?" he said.

"You forgot gallant and devilishly handsome as well," Isabel replied.

"You are so good for my ego," Wyatt said, preening.

Smirking, she leaned in to whisper in his ear. "I'd offer to stroke your ego but I don't think Dr. Wilson would appreciate that."

Wyatt coughed. "You're mean," he said, but he was smiling.

Isabel looked smug. "I'm just terrible, I know."

Wyatt eyed Isabel, wondering if he could use his TK to orb her underwear out from under her clothes, and how much trouble he would get in if he did it. Could be worth it.