Laying Low 2.0, Thursday, Period 2

[uncertain_dume]

"So," Kanan said, standing at the front of an actual classroom this morning to a musical backdrop of Sabotage. It was muffled somewhat, most likely because he'd sandwiched the fish between two pillows and strapped a couple of belts around them to make them stay. "Sometimes, when you're trying to lay low, it isn't possible to travel alone. And sometimes, sometimes your trael companion isn't exactly what you might call stealthy. Or subtle."

Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out
What-wha-what-what-what's it all about?

Kanan grimaced a little.

"Let's say, hypothetically, that your travel companion is a screaming flying fish that stalks you around and shows up out of nowhere right when you think you've given it the slip, possibly because it's holding some kind of grudge for sticking it, say, into a freezer for a few days as a favor to a friend. Hypothetically. And maybe you hypothetically have plans to take it on a sightseeing tour to the moon. The moon's great. Excellent view of space, and of Earth. Nowhere within earshot..."

There was a tiny exploding sound, and a small puff of smoke drifted out from between the pillows. The fish had fired off another firework. Kanan was beyond the point of even noticing, anymore.

"Here's a pop quiz on laying low, class. Assuming the moon isn't far enough, how would you go about giving your travel companion the slip? And before you go there, no, killing it isn't an option."

He knew from experience. When it had showed up floating over his bed this morning screaming, he'd tried.

[OOC: Open!]

Self-Care for Optimal Stabbing, Thursday

[magnusrushesin]

The swimsuits were back this week! Only, instead of the Onsen, they were at the beach. Because beach party.

Beach party.

"Cannon ball!" And this time around, no one would stop Magnus from doing that. It was the best.

Cara sighed. At least one of them was having fun. "Sometimes when you relax, you have to make compromises."

Magnus came running back out if the water like an over-excited golden retriever. Because he was a responsible teacher who super loved doing cannon balls. "Exercise is also relaxing! Endorphins and all that, right?"

"Something like that." Look, Cara came from a world that hadn't discovered endorphins yet. "It can also keep some negative consequences of other forms of relaxation at bay."

"...like... like a hangover?" Magnus asked slowly.

"Amongst others." You spent all your time eating, drinking, and sleeping, and you lost condition quickly was all.

Magnus nodded, accepting that as a valid answer. Or as valid is it got at least. "So, we got some beach balls and some tunes--" Because it was free use music. "--and a day at the beach! So get to it."

Swashbucklin'!, Thursday

[doesnotkneel]

"You did a fine job last week," Edward began, "If a bit overcomplicated. But you seem to have gotten the gist of it, and so today rather than reflecting on your choices, we'll move on to something that's a bit more fun, aye?"

He paced along the deck of the Jackdaw, motioning for the cannons.

"When one approaches a vessel one might be inclined to enter, the cannon is one's first line of aggression. Now, which targets one picks is dependent on one's dreams for the opposing vessel." He smirked lightly. "If you've no intention of purloining the entirety of the vessel, take out the sails first, leave 'em dead in the water. Otherwise, concentrate on the side of the ship, to remove the enemy's cannons from the equation."

He paced past the students, patting a cannon. "Across the harbor, we've set up some targets in the water," he said, motioning towards a series of bobbing wooden puppets, anchored to the bottom of the bay with rocks. Some were high and thin, and had sheets tied around their heads.

"Now I want you each to man a cannon. Grim'll show you how they work," he said, waving over at the grim-looking pirate, who stepped forward. "And perhaps if you do well, I'll tell you all the tale of when I sank five ships in the middle of a thunderstorm."