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When students arrived, they would find the Danger Shop was set up like a traditional gymnasium, complete with changing rooms and really high ceilings. Along the walls were several large screens and most of the gym floor was covered in thick blue mats.

Once it seemed everyone had arrived, the man at the front of the room wearing far too much leather crossed his arms and started talking. "This is Physical Films and I'm Ronon Dex. They say I should share somethin' about myself so, uh, I'm a Satedan, from another galaxy that's really far from here. I'm stuck on Earth by choice an' teachin' you guys for fun," Ronon informed them, grinning because it was his entertainment most days. "Now, this class is both film study and P.E., so most weeks you'll watch a movie or show while you get fit. Sometimes the movie'll make sense, sometimes it won't." At least, not to Ronon.

"Only thing you gotta do each class is put on a uniform and try the activity. If you can't do it, see me. If you won't do it, we'll find you somethin' else. Today, you're all gonna fill out this paper thing," he held up an example, "and attach them to the front of your shirts before making some introductions. Now, go get your uniforms and we'll get started." He thumbed over his shoulder to the locker room doors.

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Well, what Jak was doing right now was mouthing Eric's name, having worked out the first four letters on his paper accordingly.

It was a very mute mouthing, and his brow furrowed with concentration. He gave Kyle a friendly smile to top it off.

"You can't talk!"

Yes, folks, Eric Matthews was a genius.

He really was!

Well, can't might have been assuming rather a lot about Jak's silence, but he was willing to let it go. He crossed his arms, and nodded firmly. Confidence? He was the picture of it.

...Then he uncrossed them, because he had to finish deciphering the writing on Eric's paper. Out came the cheat sheet again. That poor sheet was going to be fully crumpled and torn before the week was done, at the rate Jak was using it.

Eric was pretty pleased with himself for figuring that one out.

He watched Jak's slow going interpretation. "Oh! Maybe I can read your mind!"

No, no he couldn't.

Jak pulled back, looking surprised. He could? Jak would like to see that. His expression was appropriately, warily encouraging.

Sigh, Jak.

Eric concentrated very hard.

And promptly got a thinking cramp.

"Ow ow ow thinking cramp thinking crap!"

Jak blinked. Uh... did he think something wrong, or something?

He made a gesture of concern. And might have gaped. Just a little. Yes. Gaping.

"Sorry," Eric apologized. "It, uh, doesn't work all the time."

Or, you know, ever.

Jak slanted his head sideways. He looked... dubious.

Eric shrugged. "Happened for the first time on Saturday."

[*facepalms* sorry, thought I replied]

Jak nodded along. Still dubiously. He rubbed the back of his head.

Could Eric hear him now?

Nope, Eric couldn't hear him at all.

"What's your name?" he asked.

Because clearly if Jak couldn't speak or write English, he would be able to answer the question, right?

Luckily, Jak had a solution for that! It was... the by now nigh-illegible 'Hi, My Name Is' sticker from the picnic!

He produced it from his pocket. Triumphantly.

Eric looked at the sticker hard. "Your name is..."

Uh, give him a moment. He might be able to decipher the smudges. Maybe.

He tapped the J and the A and the K (which looked more like a I and a Splotch and an X, by now) that the nice lady at the desk had written on it for him, and put his chest forward. Because he was cool. And heroic.

"You're part of INXS?" Eric asked, wide eyed.

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