Extreme PE [Monday, Period 3]

[doubleohblonde]

Like last week's class, the simulation had them very high up, unlike last week's that was because they were in a plane rather than on a mountain.

"So, skydiving," Bond said after the formalities were out of the way. "It's not technically a sport, but in many ways it's the closest humans can get to the feeling of unaided flight. Even more so in the case of high altitude jumps, which due to the associated dangers, which thanks to the Danger Shop, you don't have to worry about, mainly occur in a military context."

He continued while they geared up. "Now, you have the choice today of doing a HALO or HAHO jump, which basically means you can open your chute late, and enjoy the freefall, or early and enjoy the ride down."

Off The Grid: Laying Low for Beginners, Tuesday, Period Two

[uncertain_dume]

"Alright," Kanan clapped his hands together, looking out over his class. If there was an amused look on his face, well, he'd discovered the Danger Shop. And if it was programmed to look like a certain cantina he was well familiar with, full of sweaty, hungry clientele that was just as much alien as human, well... Maybe he was just sharing the love today. "Welcome to The Asteroid Belt. Not much to look at and too much to smell, this is where the miners and freighter pilots coming over from Cynda head to help them wind down after a long, hard day working the moon."

And Kanan, who was stepping behind the bar and casually reaching for a rag to lazily wipe at a glass, apparently tended the bar here.

"You've been told by the bartender, who incidentally happens to be your boss, that if you have one more brawl inside and break one more bottle of his favorite vintage, you'll be flying the broken down hoverbus out back for the foreseeable future." He quirked a little smile. "Trust me, that really is a fate worse than death."

Kanan didn't like the hoverbus. Kanan was pretty sure it was a miracle that the hoverbus hadn't exploded and killed everybody on it, yet.

"Unfortunately, there's this guy." A male Chagrian with a broken-off horn made his way into the bar, the simulation pausing him in place with an angry sneer on his face. "And these guys." A half-dozen other people, a healthy mix of human and non-human, followed behind. They didn't look nice, exactly. "And they don't like you. See, they're a little gang that likes to call themselves the Sarlaccs. If you don't know what a Sarlacc is, trust me, the name fits. These guys'll grab anybody walking through the industrial area at the wrong time, and then thoughtfully relieve them of their credits."

He grinned at the class.

"Last time Charko, that would be the big ugly blue guy, ran into you, you broke one of those horns off of his head. Maybe you meant to, maybe it was dumb luck, but you can imagine he's not too thrilled about it. He knows you're here, he'd like to settle the score by breaking something off of you, and he's got more blasters than you do. Assuming that today you've decided that you like breathing and you hate the hoverbus, you're not going to fight these guys. You're going to hide, or you're going to leave."

He clapped his hands again, and gave a grin to the class that was a little too bright.

"Have fun with that. Oh, and Ada? Congratulations, you'll be my TA for the rest of this term."

And then he turned his attention to the drinks as the Danger Shop sim came to life.

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Beat The Heat: Indoor Activities 101, Wednesday, Period 3

[geniuswithasmartphone]

Today, the Danger Shop was set up to look like an ordinary suburban home; if students looked closely enough, they'd find many similarities to the layout of the home from The Sampsons, though some moddable changes had been made. They were standing on the lawn just outside the front door, looking in while Hardison spoke.

"Mornin' y'all," Hardison said with a bright smile. "So, the first step in havin' a good time inside is bein' able to use your imagination. Without it, it's hard to be entertained, even with the most state of the art equipment out there. There are some imagination games that a lot of people played growin' up that were always good to pass the time when you were little."

With the push of a button, lava began seeping up through the floor of the living room, stopping when it was about kneedeep. Miraculously, none of the furniture combusted, though much of the light stuff had a tendency to shift and float, turning the living room into an obstacle course. From the dining room came the sound of...pirates? With plenty of "Yarrr, mateys!" and "Shiver me timbers!" and even the occasional bit of song.

There were several other activities to find if the students were willing to explore--but they had to get past the lava first.

"I know, I know, y'all are teen. But you know what? Bein' able to play an' have fun is a valuable skill, so set aside your too-cool-for-this attitudes for an hour an' just have a good time."