Drama in the Park-a-Rama [Friday, Period One]

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There was a stage set up in the park today, with seating for anyone who felt inclined to stop by to witness the director's ~vision~. There were foam swords for the climatic sword fight, the ride on car toys for the even more climatic drag race, an entire board full of gremlin programmed lighting effects, and Belle's costume had somehow been replaced with one made entirely of red flags. Not one thing was missing.

Except, maybe, a script?

Yeah, that was sort of necessary. But, you know what? The teachers were just going to see where the day took them! Mostly behind the stage to hype up their tiny, tiny cast.

"It's the last class and then we can pretend none of this ever happened," Jane suggested, much to the dismay of the director gremlin.

"It'll all be a faint memory," Cara added, because you certainly couldn't prove that she was the one who'd just provided the intern porg with a go-pro to immortalize the end result. "The kind you wake up from years later in a cold sweat."
"And we'll treat you all to Waffle House after," Jane promised. Because she wasn't above bribery to get this done.

Who needed scruples when you had one final class to get though?

First Aid 2: First Aider

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It was time once more for Don's very favorite final. He had asked his students to meet him in the Danger Shop, and once they arrived he pressed a button on the remote and keyed the simulation up: a street in Midtown Manhattan, currently frozen in time.

"Welcome to New York," Don told his students. "It's a lovely Friday morning in August, and..." He pushed another button on the remote, and now people were running. People were screaming. Something exploded a few blocks away. "Ah, just like old times. Sounds like Dr. Banner has lost his temper again about eight blocks north of here, and..." he cupped a hand around his ear and listened. "Yep, yep, and Magneto is on a tear about five blocks south. Bruce can't really help it and Mr. Lensherr has a point, but it's hard on the ol' infrastructure. And the civilians...and sometimes the superheroes. You've each been supplied with a virtual version of your first aid kits," it was a field medic kit, was what it was, Tony, "so pick a direction, go find someone moddable in need of first aid assistance, and render aid to the best of your ability. Go! Shoo!"