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"Good morning, class." Harriet's smile might be a little worrying. "Last week we discussed a tried and true conflict management trick - identifying your conflict management style and likening it to an animal. Today," she waved at the Danger Shop door, "you're going to get to try those styles out for real. Once you step through the doors, you'll become that animal. You'll find a ~~fully moddable~~ environment that suits each animal. All you need to do is enjoy your new and temporary bodies, and oh yes, don't get caught."

It would be a while before someone else showed up in the Danger Shop. Lieutenant Kerrigan had sent out ~~handwavey~~ notice to her class to meet here early-- and early she was. "Morning, Dean Jones."

"Good morning, Lieutenant. Conflict Management students, this is Lieutenant Kerrigan," she said, nodding at Kerrigan. "Tactics Students, I'm Dean Jones."

"...I think they know who you are, Harriet," Kerrigan noted, succesfully winning her fight against the urge to rub her forehead. "Kids, Dean Jones is turning her kids into animals today as a lesson in conflict management." She had no idea how that worked, but god help her, she was going to run with it after the weekend she'd had. "Your armament for today will be this," and she presented the class with a piece of chalk, "Your job'll be to ferret out these fu-- guys," she nodded her head at the other students, "From the actual animals habitating the environment you'll soon be entering. Bag 'em and tag 'em."

"And your job," Harriet continued smoothly, turning to her class, "is to avoid any bagging or tagging of any kind. You can do this in a number of ways. Hide, run away, pretend to be an ordinary animal, of which there are plenty ~~types and numbers fully moddable by both classes~~, convincing them not to chalk you - and you are free to promise anything you like in exchange, if you can discover a way to communicate with your hunter - disable them by trapping them in a natural hazard, or anything else yuo can come up with."

"Don't buy any of it," Kerrigan advised her class, with a smirk. "That will be all." She shot Harriet a sideways look. "Get at 'em, kids. Time for coffee."

[ooc: The Danger Shop is set up a a huge landscape, with any number of different environments, so just identify what sort of environment you're in: e.g. snowy plains, lake, tundra, mountains, forest etc etc. Conflict Management students - if you didn't pick an animal last week, go for it and pick one now. If you don't like the animal you picked last week given today's exercies, feel free to decide that it didn't 'properly reflect your conflict management style' - Harriet doesn't know what you picked, and I'm more interested in you having fun.]

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Sky heard Sokka with his Intense Big Kitty Hearing and tried very hard not to jump, but was unable to suppress a little growl of surprise. Cursing to himself inside his head, he tried slinking very un-gracefully in the opposite direction.

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"Hey, hold it right there, bucko," Sokka told the lion, calmly and softly, as he edged nearer to the cheetah. "You're next. Here, kitty, kitty, kitty!"

Sky started to run, but skid to a stop- very un-lion-like, very likely giving away that he wasn't the real thing, but he didn't care. Because he was a lion. Why was he running from a human? He calmly turned to face Sokka and decided to exercise his lungs.

"RRRROOOOWWWWWWWWRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!"

As the cheetah took off across the plains at around 60 miles per hour, Sokka turned and raised an eyebrow at the lion. "NOW look what you've done!!!" he exclaimed, forgetting for the moment that he ought to be afraid. "What if that was a student?!??!! You stupid... cat-thing!"

Sky simply plopped down and stared at Sokka, unimpressed, still growing.

"Rrrrrrgh."

Sokka walked over, intending to plop down next to Sky. "Yeah, that's what I said. ...Are YOU a student?"

Sky's tail swished as he turned to look at Sokka. He could stand pretending he was real, if it meant not getting... ah... bagged and tagged. He snorted, then, trying to be more cat-like, raised a paw and started washing himself.

Inside, of course, he was shuddering.

"You're REAL friendly for a wild animal, you know that?" Sokka asked slyly, and then he uncoiled and tried to pounce on Sky's back.

Sky immediately leapt up, cursing his own stupidity, though he was a little too slow- Sokka could perhaps manage to grab onto one leg, at least. He snarled a warning, baring his teeth.

Grinning, Sokka hung onto that leg for dear life with one hand, while trying to chalk an X on Sky's side with the other. "Either you're a student, and you're not going to hurt me," Sokka reasoned out loud, "or else the Danger Room will keep me from dying. You can't scare me!!!"

Well, Sokka was right about the "not hurting him" part; he certainly didn't have any desire to do so. Instead, he vigorously shook the paw Sokka was holding onto, still baring his teeth, and hoping to dislodge the other boy.

Tagged? Check.

Bagged? Not so check.

Sokka dropped the chalk and grabbed on with both hands as he flopped around. "HA! Gotcha!" he announced, while he tried to figure out how to make the lion STAY gotcha'd.

Sky would have none of it. This time he shook his whole body from side to side, as hard as he could.

Sokka flew off and landed a few feet away. "AAAAAAGH!!!! ...But I still got you!!!"

Sky responded with another roar and started to take off, not waiting to be "bagged".

"HEY!!! COME BACK HERE!!!" Sokka shouted, taking off after Sky.

...And then, improbably, he tripped on his dropped piece of chalk and fell on his face.

Sky was not coming back there, thank you very much, glad that Sokka had tripped, wanting to put as much distance between the two as possible.

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