Monday, September 5th, 2022

stykera: (mask again)
[personal profile] stykera
The students had been instructed to meet in the preserve today where they would find their instructors waiting for them. Thankfully without their mountains of baggage this time. Or hopefully, anyway. If you showed up to the preserve lugging some around this time, there would be questions.

Instead, for now, there were cameras.

"Morning, everyone!" You were allowed to be annoyed by how chipper Summer was right now; believe her, she would be annoyed with her, too. "Looks like the island decided to do a whole thing for the week where it just cycles through a bunch of things every day, but I think we're finally in the clear? I haven't seen anything more than the usual weirdness so far, but I guess it's still early, so who knows?"

“Why would you say that out loud?” Stark asked, giving Summer his best side-eye. “What if the island hears you?” Yes, that was definitely something brand-new residents needed to worry about.

And Summer was meeting that side-eye with one of her own, one that turned, almost expertly, into an eye-roll. "Then we'll get whatever nonsense it is out of the way and done and over with." She leveled a look at the students. "It doesn't really work like that, by the way. If it really worked like that, we'd be up to our elbows in weird shit the way I throw things out there into the ether. But, to the point, today, we're going to be throwing you guys out there! Into the wilderness!" A gesture toward the preserve surrounding them. "To acclimate yourselves with Fandom's own unique flora and fauna."

Stark was not convinced it didn’t work like that at least some of the time but there wasn’t really any proof. “There are things here that aren’t found other places. Or at least aren’t found many other places. You know about the squirrels by now and those are all over this planet but ours are special.” That was one word for it, right? “And they’re just the very beginning.”

"What we have for you here," said Summer, lifting up a small booklet, "is a sort of field guide, to some of the island's better known wildlife, from the mundane to the more unusual. And we also have some cameras," she lifted up one such camera in her other hand, "for you to go and seek them out and take some pictures of them today."

“I recommend avoiding the raccoons,” Stark told them. That wasn’t ominous at all. “At all times. At least be careful when you go.”

"Avoiding the gremlins is not a bad choice, either," Summer added. "The field guides'll help. If you like, feel free to partner up or go all together as one group, and see how many of the animals on the list you can get shots of, and we'll try to convene back here in conveniently vague amount of time and share what we found. Definitely ask questions if you've got them, but, if not? We'll let you all go out and get to know our fair island just a little bit better."
sith_happened: (Default)
[personal profile] sith_happened
Anakin looked like a guy who hadn't slept very well in a week and change, which...accurate, but not diplomatic to point out, kids.

"Since we got into the logistics of diplomacy immediately last week, we never really got the chance to talk about definitions of what diplomacy is," Anakin said, settling back against his desk. "Diplomacy, broadly speaking, is the art of compromise. Your goal is to make both sides--or all sides--believe they have gotten the better deal. Sometimes the best you can do is make all sides feel like they've been equally punished. If you end a negotiation with one side winning and the other side losing, the chances of you having to renegotiate very soon after is high."

He clapped his hands and his two children, Juliet and Christopher, walked into the room looking sulking. "This is Juliet--age 13, and Christopher, who's 10. They both want to be watching television on the big screen. They do not want to watch the same show." He smirked. "Negotiate."
solo_sword: (ponytail)
[personal profile] solo_sword
Back to the Danger Shop today, where Jaina had looked at her students and decided this week was going to be spent in an old Earth spaceship.

"Welcome back. Today you're going to fight ninja astronauts," she greeted them. "So you're going to want to put on a spacesuit-" Just to do it. "-and pick a weapon if you want one, and then you're going to fight in zero-gee. You're also probably going to want to protect your suit, just in case. Have fun with that."
jedigrammarians: (Aphra: that's the plan)
[personal profile] jedigrammarians
"Yeah, so that was a week," Aphra said when the class arrived at the Danger Shop. "Enough of one that we're just going to take things easy this week, with a holo exploring how you can be a hero with no death or any real violence whatsoever, just your wits and a few good accomplices."

Look as far as Aphra was concerned, liberating valuables for great justice was completely heroic. Fight her.

Only don't because today was all about that sweet sweet non-violently making someone rue the day they were born.

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