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fandomhigh2010-03-09 12:16 am
doubleohblonde) wrote in fandomhigh2010-03-09 12:16 am
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Outdoor Fitness and Strategy [Monday, Period One]
The class would have received an email before the period started telling them to meet Bond at the Danger Shop, which he stood in front of, wearing a pair of very dark glasses, waiting for the class to arrive.
"Class," he greeted them. "Due to the stressful weekend, we're going to have an easy class. I've loaded the Danger Shop up with a simple simulation for you to work though today."
"Also, if Sam Winchester would please stay back after class, I'd like to have a word."
Within the Danger Shop a strange and wondrous vista greeted the students. A broken landscape of islands covered in purple grass hung in the air and over water. Fairies fluttered though the air and a herd of gleaming unicorns with rainbow manes and tails raced towards the class. As they neared, the class would have been able to see that the unicorns were gleaming because they were made of polished metal.
And all to a background of early nineties synth-pop.
The robot unicorn herd slowed to a halt in front of the class, stamping their hooves majestically. Clearly, they expected to be ridden.
The last few days were probably looking a bit more normal all of a sudden.
[ooc:wait for ocd up. Warning - link is LOUD.]
[Class Roster|Class Rules|Previous Classes]
"Class," he greeted them. "Due to the stressful weekend, we're going to have an easy class. I've loaded the Danger Shop up with a simple simulation for you to work though today."
"Also, if Sam Winchester would please stay back after class, I'd like to have a word."
Within the Danger Shop a strange and wondrous vista greeted the students. A broken landscape of islands covered in purple grass hung in the air and over water. Fairies fluttered though the air and a herd of gleaming unicorns with rainbow manes and tails raced towards the class. As they neared, the class would have been able to see that the unicorns were gleaming because they were made of polished metal.
And all to a background of early nineties synth-pop.
The robot unicorn herd slowed to a halt in front of the class, stamping their hooves majestically. Clearly, they expected to be ridden.
The last few days were probably looking a bit more normal all of a sudden.
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[Class Roster|Class Rules|Previous Classes]
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