Adaptability And You, Monday, 2nd Period

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan looked mildly perplexed by the time he made his way in to the classroom today. Still no obvious sign of what was strange about this week. Which didn't necessarily mean anything, granted, and he was hopeful that a bit of time spent meditating today would help clear that up a little, but he had gone directly from the radio station to Portalocity to attempt to shake down a few more gnomes and was now at that point where he was contemplating just what technology he actually needed in order to punch holes in the multiverse to get from here to a Jakku that the Gnomes insisted he had no business being on.

Rules of spacetime or something, they kept saying. Kriff spacetime.

"So," he said, once it seemed like everyone who was going to arrive here today had, "this is another one of those weeks where it looks like we've got a bit of downtime, at least for now, so we're going to go over escape plans, in case things get so bad that sticking around the island isn't actually an option. Now, Fandom's got two obvious means of leaving, which have been working to varied degrees since this whole summer thing started going on. The Causeway, generally, will take you to whatever is across from it, but it can also, at least for most people, serve as a convenient bridge to wherever you call home. I say most people because the island is tricky that way. For the longest time, I couldn't use it to get home, and I know of at least a few other people still who have or have had that same problem. I can get home again these days, but I haven't actually checked to see how the Causeway works for me, personally. But so long as the island is safe, now might not be a bad time for anybody to give it a spin, try to cross the bridge over to whatever's on the other side. Then come back and try to cross it over to home. If you feel safe doing so. If things are too much here, that should, theoretically, be the most simple means of leaving the island."

A beat. And then a faintly sour look crossed Kanan's face.

"The next would be portals." Kanan had very seldom in his life wanted to shake someone as badly as he wanted to shake the customer service representative from Portalocity that he'd been arguing with for the past three days. "Those, theoretically, can get you almost anywhere in the multiverse. I say almost, because sometimes they have restrictions on who can travel where for reasons they absolutely refuse to divulge. Or there'll be mynocks in the works and the connection will be broken. Still, if your goal is to get off-island, they can usually direct you to somewhere to go in order to wait out the crazy, and they'll even arrange for portals of various sizes in case, say, you need to get an entire light freighter through to go along with you. You'll have to be careful with this one, though. They're also notorious for stopovers, so be prepared to end up in, say, a world made entirely of shrimp."

He'd been there, had done that. It had been absolutely disgusting, and if he never saw another shrimp again...

...

"Now, it should be noted that neither one of these options is any sort of guarantee. Like I said, the portals are unreliable, and they haven't been working at all for people who haven't been themselves over the weeks this summer. The Causeway can be hit-or-miss too, and there have been times when things have been so bad around the island that everything's gone on lockdown and people haven't been able to go either way. If that happens, that's when you know things are serious. Arm up, squad up, bunker down if you need to do so to stay safe." He clapped his hands, once. "So, any questions? Anybody know any other ways to get out of this place if need be?"

A beat.

"Any tips for arguing with Portalocity gnomes?"

Look, it was worth asking.

[Open!]

International Cuisine and Grocery Run

[sharp_man]

Today's class had necessitated some last-minute portal changes and arguing with gnomes, and Hannibal was not in the best of moods, but he greeted his students nevertheless.

"Good afternoon. Today we are continuing our trip around the world by visiting Australia, which is both a continent and a country. We are going to a different world's Australia, because apparently the usual one has no seafood, and seafood is a staple there." Honestly, Fandom, talk about timing!

"We will be visiting the city of Sydney to go to Quay for dinner. It has consistently been ranked one of the best restaurants in the world. From there, we will be going to Market City, which contains a number of food shopping stores as well as cheap goods of all sorts." He waved them through. "I suggest you try the seafood, as it is both a signature of this sort of food, and apparently unavailable this week upon the island."

Cutthroat Games- Monday- 1st period

[can_be_more]

"Today we're going to continue to explore new games," Anakin said.

It was likely possible he'd spent the week finding new people to terrorize ala bumper cars. "This time it will be competitive axe throwing!"

What could go wrong?!

"You have a target to hit with one of these axes," Aeryn said, gesturing to said target with said small axe. "The areas are numbered, so should the axe actually stick when you throw it, you will be awarded that many points. You'll take turns throwing until the end of the period, or someone hurts themselves, and the highest total determines the winner."

"Throwing an axe at me, Aeryn, or another person will result in immediate detention," Anakin said severely. "I can catch them and I will not be pleased."

"The axe will probably bounce back towards you at least some of the time. You won't be penalized for that," Aeryn said. "Also watch for bouncing axes."

"I can't believe this is a sport," Anakin sad, snickering. "Sometimes this planet is amazing."