Adaptability And You, Monday, 2nd Period

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan looked a little bit as though he'd been beaten upside the head with a brick this morning. A figurative one, not a literal one, though he had little doubt that would probably come later.

"The clinic, the dorms, and Caritas," he said, once it looked as though students had settled into the simulated Danger Shop classroom today. There was no way he was making them sit outside in the smoke, no. He was dropping a handful of cheap industrial respirator masks onto his desk and waving at them, gesturing for the students to help themselves. They had better back home, yes, but between waking up this morning and doing radio, he really hadn't had a chance to take a jaunt off to another galaxy and shake down some Imperials to steal them, so... "They're your safe spaces. If you get caught out and something too dangerous for you to handle goes on outside, make your way to whichever is closest as quickly as possible, if it's safe to do so. I don't know what's out there this week, but whatever it is, when it hits, I'm telling you now it's going to be ugly."

He was well aware that this summer was starting to make him sound like a paranoid maniac, but it probably didn't count when he was right, did it?

"These masks should at least help you breathe a little easier, if you're a person who needs to do that sort of thing and if you don't already have your own equipment. No, they aren't pretty, but they are functional. Help yourselves. Grab extras for your friends. I bought... a lot, this morning. There's a hardware store in Baltimore right now that I made very happy today. I know I had mentioned maybe talking about getting basic supplies like food, but it looks like the food's fine for the time being. This week, we're going to spend some time here in the Danger Shop making some use of improvised weapons. Or putting your running and hiding skills to the test."

Yes, he really did think it was going to be this bad.

"So far, and after last week I'm aware that this could change at any given moment, we have the benefit of knowing our way around town. This is a familiar space. So I'm not going to tear that rug out from underfoot. Not yet, anyway. What I am going to do is set you loose in a sim of the school, and something in here wants to grab you. You don't know what it is. You won't until it finds you. The exits have been locked."

He jerked a thumb toward the simulated door.

"Survive. Whether that means outrunning them, outthinking them, hiding, or coming up with makeshift weapons is up to you. Team up if you need to. Go at it alone if you'd rather. You just have to manage it for the next twenty minutes, and then we'll have a discussion about what worked for you and what didn't."

Space, his brain itched.

International Cuisine and Grocery Run

[sharp_man]

Hannibal nodded and greeted the students at Portalocity.

"Today's Fandom seems fairly normal, although apparently we're in for another nasty one later," hey, he listened to radio, "so we'll be going on another general run. Today we're going to Tokyo, Japan. Seafood is much more prominent in Japanese cuisine than in the French we had last week, as are rice and noodles; the sauces tend to be lighter. We'll be dining at a lovely restaurant we've been to before - Mikawa Zezankyo, a restaurant that serves tempura - seafood and vegetables, deep fried. Specifically, this one serves food in the style called Edomae tempura - tempura in the style of the Edo period, approximately one hundred fifty years ago. The chef uses traditional ingredients and techniques that would not have been out of place then."

Their portal opened and he ushered them all through to a small, mostly residential street, where they stood outside an unassuming door. "Chef Tetsuya Saotome prepares all the food himself and will be standing in front of you, so I trust you will all use your best behavior," he told them. "I will demonstrate the use of chopsticks to those of you who've never used them, and I trust your classmates who know how will also help. Also, when we enter, you'll need to remove your shoes and leave them by the door; it's tradition and proper etiquette. If you have any questions, please ask me, as the chef and his assistants do not speak English.

"After that, we will be making a trip to Nissin World Delicatessen. They have foods from around the world, as well as a very good wine selection should our water turn unpotable, and a sizeable garden shop."

Cutthroat Games, Monday, July 8, 2019

[sith_happened]

Anakin who had not gotten lost in the maze all week NO REALLY HE HADN'T, was at the front of the class playing with tiny board game pieces and giving Aeryn a smirk. He was winning RISK today, dammit.

"Welcome to today's class on a game called RISK," Aeryn told them. "It is a game that is very important to both of us, that Anakin loses."

Putting it out in the universe.

( Map and territories under the cut to save the flist! )

Anakin was scowling very hard, even though he knew that didn't affect Aeryn in the slightest. "This is a very fun game about taking over the world using dice, and tiny fake armies."

And sulking. Soooo much sulking.

"You will be given Earth countries to start from, and I'm not sure how accurate some of these are at any point in time," Aeryn continued, not even paying attention to the scowling. "On your turn you'll try to invade a surrounding country, or add armies to what you already have."

"If you win the high score, you get the country. The one with the most countries--other than me--at the end of the game win," Anakin said. "It's fun and only slightly violent."

"Unless anyone throws the board," Aeryn said.

"Well, be sure to duck," Anakin said a little waspishly.

"And no cheating," she said, looking directly at him this time.

Library, Monday (Daytime)

[intotheout]

Tip was glad Fandom was no longer an unnavigable labyrinth and all, but she could absolutely do without the "world is on fire" sky the island had going this morning. She'd seen a few of those during the Boov invasion year, and the reminders were making her twitchy.

Bill was doing his best to lighten the mood by performing his bubble ballet in progress -- it was quite a thing to see, really -- but the books were . . . less than cooperative. They were, in fact, holding some sort of horror fiction parade, filling the area around the circulation desk with lurid covers featuring dripping red lettering and screaming faces.

"Come on, guys," Tip said with a sigh. "You couldn't at least go for those weird gothic ones with the wistful heroines? I always liked eerie better than bloody."

The answer, apparently, was "no."

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