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Debating, Friday December 20
Chuck had told them all handwavily to meet in the danger shop for their final. Strangely enough, it looked just like his classroom...
Something was definitely up.
Chuck looked at the class. "Today is your debating final. as you've all learned, debating is the fine art of forcing your opinion on other people. Today, you'll be demonstrating all you've learned, with one last practical argument. You'll be debating with this- thing." Chuck hit a button on the danger shop controls, and possibly the most ugly woman (?) any of them would ever see phased into an empty seat.
"This is Jerri Blank, one of my old students. If you can convince her to toss the contents of her bag into the trash can and walk out the door, then you pass the final. There are no B's, C's or D's. You either convince her and get 100%, or fail to convince her and...fail."
He moved to his desk, got out a notepad and sat down. "Remember, you have to convince her. It's no good to throw it away yourself, and beating her into submission is not one of the tactics covered in this class." He seemed to think for a second. "Though it would count as sucking up to the teacher, and as such is acceptable."
[OOC: Last class! Edit: On second thought, some of this may be a little NSFW, due to Jerri saying...Jerri things...]
Something was definitely up.
Chuck looked at the class. "Today is your debating final. as you've all learned, debating is the fine art of forcing your opinion on other people. Today, you'll be demonstrating all you've learned, with one last practical argument. You'll be debating with this- thing." Chuck hit a button on the danger shop controls, and possibly the most ugly woman (?) any of them would ever see phased into an empty seat.
"This is Jerri Blank, one of my old students. If you can convince her to toss the contents of her bag into the trash can and walk out the door, then you pass the final. There are no B's, C's or D's. You either convince her and get 100%, or fail to convince her and...fail."
He moved to his desk, got out a notepad and sat down. "Remember, you have to convince her. It's no good to throw it away yourself, and beating her into submission is not one of the tactics covered in this class." He seemed to think for a second. "Though it would count as sucking up to the teacher, and as such is acceptable."
[OOC: Last class! Edit: On second thought, some of this may be a little NSFW, due to Jerri saying...Jerri things...]
Re: Tackle the final
Re: Tackle the final
Blinking, Annette realized that hey, this just might work. "I'm interested," she smiled without really looking at Jerri. "I think though, that my stuff, might be better than yours..."
Re: Tackle the final
Re: Tackle the final