fandomhigh | Galactic Vacationing - Danger Shop, Wednesday Afternoon

The Danger Shop, for anyone who entered it, looked rather like a London street at Christmas time. There were plenty of human shoppers milling about, lights and signs telling everyone about great last-minute sales and a group of musicians dressed like Santa with rosy-cheeked masks were lined up playing Christmas carols for passers by. It was a clear night, cold but not unreasonably so, and sadly no snow in sight. The teacher didn't appear to be in the vicinity either.

The pleasant scene was broken by the sound of plate glass smashing and blank-faced mannequins stepping out from shop windows. Down the street, a woman screamed, drawing a mannequin's attention. It raised its arm and the woman ducked out of the way just in time to miss a gunshot coming from where the mannequin's hand should have been.

A man in a blue suit, a tan trench coat and red sneakers appeared out of the panicking crowd, stopping in front of the students. His face reflected the urgency of the situation. "Run!"

[OOC: But look both ways before crossing the road and ~~wait for OCD~~ go for it. OCD is up!

ETA: Off to catch a flight. Hopefully will be back tonight to answer pings.]

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Make the thread collapse, please!

Have a look around and see the sights but don't stray too far.

You heard the man. Or you could stay put and try to deal with the mannequins who can shoot you.

The Santa Claus musicians continued to play throughout the chaos until all of a sudden the music stopped. The tuba let off a huge blast of light and noise and a moment later, an entire shopfront exploded into a fireball of shop. Might want to help deal with the Santas too.

The scene froze mid-action. The students, of course, were free to move about, but the scene in front of them and all of the holographic beings stopped moving. They then disappeared and at the Danger Shop controls stood the man in the suit and trenchcoat.

"Gather 'round," he called to the students, waiting for them to follow his instructions. He looked around at them. "Hello, I'm the Doctor. Welcome to Galactic Vacationing. I'm not sure who came up with that name, but it's what we're dealt with, so let's move on. This is London, Earth, a couple of years ago actually. Under normal circumstances, most of you wouldn't even know that life on other worlds exist, let alone be able to visit them. This place changes that. If you're going to be galavanting around the galaxy, you should learn how to cope with what the universe in all its grand and sometimes gruesome glory throws at you. I'll do what I can. Show up, don't, it's all the same to me. I expect everyone to give it their best as if this was real. One day it will be. Class dismissed."

He hung around after the workshop to tinker with the Danger Shop controls. They were rather interesting.

Intros? The Doctor says bah.

Worf

Worf scouted the street, looking for any potential trouble.

"Klingons do not run from a fight," Worf said stubbornly.

Gwen Cooper

"Then make a strategic retreat!"

Worf huffed.

But retreated.

"I'm beginning to see the appeal of this workshop," Worf said gleefully.

Jenny Sparks

Oh, look, it was London. At Christmas. It looked like London at Christmas.

As a London native, Jenny was not horribly impressed. She had been hoping for something a bit more, you know, galactic.

Oh hell no. Not in her city. Lightning began to crackle around Jenny's hands and face. "Run? Are you serious??"

Oooh, London, pretty.

Gwen then wondered where the hell the teacher was from that they considered London a galactic vacation spot.

"They have guns. You don't. Do you really want to argue with that?"

Jenny was hard to kill. "Do they have electricity?" she snapped. Jenny knew what she thought, but that could be the Danger Shop messing with her senses.

Quite aside from the fact that she's the spirit of electricity and kind of ticked about someone daring to attack London, Jenny's kind of, um, a sassy blonde in a Union Jack tee.

I believe the Doctor might have some experience with those?

"They're plastic," the Doctor replied. "So probably not."

Jenny sidled up to Gwen and muttered, "Not very galactic, is it?"

What on Earth would make you think that? :D

"You'd be surprised," she muttered. "Lots of things run on electricity." She rubbed her temple with one hand, the fingers of which were snapping and crackling with barely restrained lightning.

"Fine," she said, and--didn't run, no, not with her smoker's lungs; she disincorporated into the streetlights in a streak of lightning.

They could discuss the whole idea of running from someone just because they had a gun and you didn't later.

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Galactic Vacationing - Danger Shop, Wednesday Afternoon

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