fandomhigh | Rookiehood 101, Tuesday, Period 4

Today, the students would find themselves filing into the classroom only to find a note on the board, being stared at thoughtfully by a rather ugly, hairy creature.

Yo class! Meet me Behind the Skool! - Reno

... And if they were so inclined to do so, they'd find another note there, complete with requisite Alot, directing them to head back inside to the Danger Shop. Unfortunately, their teacher wasn't there, either. There was, however, a note! This time, pointing them in the direction of the cabins, to the main campfire, where Reno was waiting. He'd pulled up a place to sit by the the firepit, and was grinning when the students finally made their way there.

In spite of the small herd of Alots that had gathered around him, yes. Reno had the sneaking suspicion that he was going to have to get used to these guys.

"Yo, Rookies!" He shot off a half-assed little salute as he pulled himself to his feet. "I ain't gonna bother gettin' introductions outta you. You'll be sick like hell of 'em by the end of the week, and if I don't know who the hell you are, I'll just call you 'Rookie' anyhow. Deal, yo."

A few more Alots wandered in, to make themselves comfortable by the firepit.

"In case you ain't figured it out yet, today's lesson is on hazing, yo. I figure I'll get the first problem most Rookies'll see outta the way here and now. Think of the screw-around I gave you all from the classroom to here as a rite of passage, yo. Before you can be part of the group, you gotta deal with the shit that it takes to get you in in the first place. It's like a bondin' ritual. Somethin' you do to prove that you got what it takes to make the group run right later on. And I ain't done with you yet, yo." He wrinkled his nose, as if trying to concentrate really hard on what he was about to say, next. "I've gone ahead and set up an obstacle course for you, behind these strange animals."

Speaking with proper grammar was hard, damn it. But at least the Alots were clearing out, and the course in question was now in plain view.

"Lucky you, you'll all get to run the course, yo." Reno bit his tongue as the last of the creatures glanced back, and was silent until it gave a little shrug of its hairy shoulders, and wandered away. "And when you're done, because I ain't a total monster? Cake. On another note, I got one Rookie, Elena over there, playin' TA for me already, but I'm interested in takin' on another if any of you want the added perks of not only bein' my Rookie, but bein' picked on by me a little less than the rest, and helpin' me give your classmates a hard time. Come see me once you run the course if you're interested, yo."

[OCD ~~on the way~~ up! Welcome to Rookiehood 101!]

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It is not a lie! And you're not getting any unless you've been Jell-o'd, sawdusted, syruped, and feathered, and you have a plate in your hot little hands. At least Reno is giving you the option between chocolate and vanilla? And there are sprinkles! Eat, mutter obscenities about the teacher, try to find a way to clean off, and visit with one another if you feel so inclined.

Ino had chocolate cake!

Ino was also covered in a sticky mess of gunk and torn between being grumpy and snickering.

When a feather tried to stick to her cake, snickering won over.

This was not exactly a triumph, and Tahiri was not making a note here: HUGE SUCCESS, and after ten minutes of being covered with sawdust and syrup and feathers it wasn't all that hard for her to overstate her satisfaction.

Anyway, this cake was great.

[OOC: THIS TAG WAS INEVITABLE, I SAY. INEVITABLE. I'd say I'm sorry but I'm so not.]

"I think we've discovered a new species," Ben said, holding out his arms. "The Jedi chicken."

Tahiri laughed and picked a feather out of her hair, then reached out to stick it on his arm. "Known throughout certain sections of the galaxy as a rare and particularly delicious delicacy. Especially the Skywalker variety."

He laughed. "Maybe we shouldn't let Reno know about that particular family problem."

"No, he might get more ideas," Tahiri agreed, smiling. "This class is somehow not exactly what I thought it would be."

That happened in Fandom. Jedi observational skills at work, folks.

"What did you have in mind?" Ben asked. "Other than something with fewer feathers."

"I have no idea," Tahiri admitted. "I thought it would be messy, but not that it would involve food."

Semi-sentient biological digestive agents, yes. Jell-o, no.

"Yes, I've been put off Jell-o forever," Ben decided.

The world's worst thought ever hit Tahiri in the back of the head, or something close to it, since her eyes went wide. "Force, I hope he doesn't do anything involving ice cream."

Ben looked a little panicked. "Do you think he'd take requests?"

Tahiri glanced Reno's way thoughtfully. "I think if we asked, he'd make sure to go ahead and do it."

"Good point," Ben admitted. "Let's keep it to other people's favorite snack foods."

"I don't really like using food this way," Tahiri said after a moment. She had a few too recent memories of starving Coruscanti survivors to be entirely comfortable with it. "But I suppose it could be a lot worse."

"It could be stuff that's able to dissolve our clothes?" Ben offered, squeezing her hand.

"And the last time I encountered that, I was on a mission with your dad," Tahiri said with a shudder, linking her fingers through his. "I didn't need the reminder."

Ben snickered. "I remember that story. Probably another suggestion we shouldn't make to Reno."

"He'd love it," Tahiri said, glaring mildly at him because that had been traumatizing, not funny. "Too much."

"I've made a resolution to avoid public nudity," Ben said. "I decided that just now."

Tahiri's eyes sparkled mischievously. "Only in public?"

Re: Cake!

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Mmm, cake. Any mission that ended with food was a successful one, at least the way Ben counted.

"Vanilla," she chose firmly when she got there.

It was just her luck that a glob of watery corn syrup chose to plop off of a curl onto her plate beside it. Some days, it was okay not to taste anything.

The cake had better not be a lie!

"Can I have one of each?" She blew another feather from her face. "Please?"

The cake looked good. It looked really good. But there was a principle at stake here, if Squall could figure out what it actually was.

He handed the plate to Reno and stalked off without taking cake.