furnaceface"This week," Jono announced, stepping into the classroom with a coffee in hand and something like a smile on his face, "we're going to talk about one of my favourite things to observe not only in a crisis situation, but any day of the week. This week, we're going to talk about a little thing called common sense."
He was, after all, of the opinion that most of the residents of the island were decidedly lacking in it. Particularly when a failure to observe it could wind up with somebody getting hurt.
"Common sense is what smart people use to not get their bloody arses killed day by day. It's that little voice that cautions you to wait the extra two seconds for the bus to pass, instead of running out in front of it to see if it can stop on a dime. The same voice might tell you not to throw rocks at a angry bear, or to drink water when you're thirsty, because dehydration isn't particularly good for you."
"In more Fandom-specific scenarios, common sense might be to, say, stay indoors when it's raining mousetraps, or to not wander off alone when people have started to vanish in the streets. It won't always save you - I was once plucked right out of my bloody bed by a tear in reality and thrown in a nightmare town called Silent Hill, for example - but it'll give you at least a bit of an advantage in the event of the island trying to kill us all. Again."
The 'again' was important.
"This week, we're going to pair you off and have you go over a list of hypothetical situations that you could all get out of in one piece if you just exercise that 'common sense' thing I've been discussing." He really liked the sound of that phrase, yes. "Pick a few items from the list, and discuss between yourselves what the smart thing to do would be. You can do it, students. I have faith in you all."
It was a strained sort of faith. He'd been living on the island for a while, after all. But it was there.
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