Hands On History of the American Civil War, Monday, Period 2

[shiroi_tiger]

The class was once again in the danger shop and there wasn't even any complaining from Goodnight. Though that may have been due to the whole post-weekend hangover terrible… terribleness. They were in what could be dubbed 'the countryside' with a number of well dressed (for the 19th century) people surrounding them with carriages and blankets set out to have a lovely day of picnicking.

For what it was worth, Nathan wasn't faring much better. While the weekend had been welcome in its own way, the conclusion of it had left something to be desired. And had involved whisky. A lot of whisky.

"Some of you have probably had more interesting weekends than others," Nathan noted, with all the dignity, grace, and eloquence of a man who wanted to shoot a Winchester through the sun so that it would stop shining in his goddamn eyes, even though he couldn't have been bothered to program the danger shop into a night scenario to avoid that. "So we'll try to keep this lecture short."

And not because they, themselves, were not feeling up to the task today. Really.

( Blissfully short, yes. )

How To Shoot Straight, Monday

[suitably_heroic]

Class showed up at the gun range again this Monday, where Atton had put down a simple handgun for each student.

"These are empty," he said as soon as everyone was inside. "But remember last week. If I catch anyone pointing a gun at anything they don't want to shoot, I'm kicking your ass across the building."

( We're starting with these because they're comparatively easy. )

Library, Monday

[intotheout]

Tip had already had to say goodbye to the Chief once, in the hospital where he'd actually died. That hadn't made it any easier to say goodbye a second time -- it'd been so nice to get to see him and talk to him for real again -- but it did make her feel like she had less of a right to mope around about it.

So she was doing her best to look totally fine at the library today. She'd grabbed a book by Sherman Alexie to read when things got quiet, and she was doing her best to ignore the entire shelf of grief counseling and self-help books that were gathered around the check out desk, flapping their covers and trying to get her attention.

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