Hitting Things Makes You Feel Better, Thursday, 3rd Period

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara had very tersely informed her class to meet her at the Danger Shop this week, and she did not look happy.

Especially not when she doubled over with a sneeze.

The Danger Shop itself bore a remarkable resemblance to Atton's sim from earlier in the week. Only snowing. Or was that sleet? In any case there was a howling wind and it'd be impressive if they could see more than a foot in front of them. There was also a pile of melee weapons made from fluorescent red or blue foam by the entrance.

"Learning to fight in adverse conditions is good for you," Cara said, the wind conveniently dying down when she spoke. "So grab a weapon and fight the people with different coloured weapons." Of course in these conditions figuring out who those people were might be difficult...

20th Century American History, Friday, February 19, 2016

[heroic_jawline]

Today the American History class wasn't meeting in the classroom. Steve had discovered the Danger Shop and had gotten it programmed to look like the Stork Club:



It was complete with a live band and GIs dancing the Charleston with beautiful women.

"Right, this week I was going to start in on World War II and the history of the '40s, but it's pretty clear that no one is concentrating on anything, so we're going to do something to burn off a little of that excess energy."

No, his ears weren't red. You're imagining things.

"This is the Stork Club in New York City, circa 1942 or so. Dress code is strict, so I've got suits for the gents and dresses and silk gloves for the girls--you'll get corsages, too, it was a tradition from the club--and then you'll get a chance to wander around and dance. Now Mr. Billingsley, who ran the place, let under-age folks in, but he'd definitely make sure you couldn't drink, so Shirley Temples or Roy Rogers for the lot of you, I'm afraid." Steve clapped his hands. "So mingle and see if you can catch Mr. Billingsley using some of his famous hand signals to his wait staff as he makes the rounds."

He coughed. "And remember, if you get friendly with any of the patrons, they're not real, but your classmates are and that's the kind of reputation that'll stick with you."

With that the simulation sprang to life and a dozen patrons converged on Steve, calling out "Captain America!" and asking for autographs. Steve looked nonplussed at the attention.

Library, Friday

[crimson_sister]

The strangeness and emotional turmoil of this week made Lucille want to seek refuge in the library, even if this one was less peaceful than she had first expected. She arrived early to her shift, her appearance perhaps a little more dishevelled than usual.

Surprisingly enough the library met her with silence. Pleased at first, Lucille did some reshelving, but eventually it grew unnerving. Why was it quiet? Could it be that the books were silently judging her behind her back? It was nonsense, she told herself, but the feeling kept lingering, making her uneasy.

[open library]