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Dogma: Fuck It! | Wednesday | Period 1

There was something oddly appropriate about having a class on giving the finger to every rule and principle you know first thing in the fucking morning. Sure, it meant Loki had to get up ass early but it also meant he got first crack at the students and they'd remember him during their other classes.

Today's class was meeting in the Danger Shop. It was all well and good to tell people how to go against their rules and guidelines but it was much more fucking fun to put it to practical use.

"Welcome to class," Loki said before he got the simulation started. "Authority's a real fucking thorn in the side, isn't it? Someone's always telling you what to do and what not to do. Someone's always trying to ruin your fucking fun because they don't want you to get hurt or maimed or pregnant or some shit like that. Fuck that shit. Not today."

Loki finally got the simulation going to reveal what looked like a regular shopping mall complete with ~~moddable~~ stores and food establishments, random ~~NPC~~ shoppers, benches, fountains, a merry go round, elevators, escalators and other mundane things you would find in a mall. Right now, the mall was busy as hell.

"We're in a mall," Loki said, arms spread. "It's a typical hangout for teenagers who don't have shit better to do so that's what you're going to do today. Hang out. Get into fucking trouble while hanging out. Don't be pansies and just sit and eat ice cream. Cause fucking mayhem! Make trouble! Live a fucking little. But, there's security wandering around this mall and ever since they failed out of the police academy, they've been dying to prove their worth. They want to bust you. So, watch out for that and be prepared if that happens. Have a fucking backup plan. Good? Go."

With that, Loki disappeared and set the students loose in the mall.

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Like you know you're awesome!

Talk with each other, daydream, gawk at the mall, ogle the other students, ogle Loki, whatever!

There's a two story mall in front of you, go fucking wild. Mod your stores, your NPC's (within reason, of course) and your trouble. Don't hurt anyone else, don't set fires, la la la, within reason of course.

I'll be tossing security at random people when I can but, until then, feel free to have fun with each other, alone, or anything else you'd like!

He's there and really missing malls. They were great places to fuck with the people.

I've been singing Bad Romance all morning.

Effy Stonem

Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III

Hiccup split his attention between Loki - because he was still stuck on the Loki bit of the whole class - and the mall. Honestly, at this point possible-trickster-god-who's-escaped-from-his-cave as teacher was taking a second place to building-crammed-full-of-wonders-and-way-too-many-people.

Mundane it might be to people who didn't come from a tiny island with two hundred people located a thousand miles north of nowhere, but not to Hiccup. To Hiccup it was pretty damn amazing.

Calvin

"Why are the stairs moving?" He wasn't actually talking to anyone. Which was good, because it meant he wasn't disappointed when the people pushing past him (necessary, what with him standing right in the way and all) and glaring (also necessary, what with him standing right in the way and all) didn't answer.

He barely noticed; compared to a crowd of vikings, these guys were amateurs.

Hiccup stepped onto the moving stairs, then stopped, causing a pile up of people behind him who obviously thought moving stairs were for walking up.

"We have got to get some of these for the village." Cue the weird looks. "And now I'm talking to myself, and all these people are staring at me." Cue the weirder looks. Hiccup didn't care, he was too busy hanging off the side and staring down at everything.

And that would be why he didn't notice the stairs were disappearing into the floor until it was almost too late. And that would be why he was left scrabbling for balance as he tried to hop off, inadvertently kicking the big red button with his metal foot as he made it to safety.

It was a textbook perfect example of the domino effect, innocent escalator-goers tumbling back down the no-longer-moving stairs, unhurt but pissed off. "Oops." He smiled uncertainly and started to back away. Quickly. "Viking, sorry. We're known for causing mayhem. It's an occupational hazard."

It wasn't breaking the rules, at least not on purpose, but then Hiccup had never needed to try to cause rule-breaking and resultant havoc. It just seemed to happen.

Edited 2010-05-19 11:42 (UTC)

Raven

Raven...so did not belong in this class. She'd been raised to respect and obey her elders and was at a loss at what to do in this class. She never broke rules. OK, running away and learning to feel emotions totally didn't count. That was different.

Raven had been at a mall before when Joan had taken her shopping, so she wasn't entirely overwhelmed. But she had no idea what to do.

But she did spy a Hot Topic and decided to browse. Shhhh.

"Ain't you supposed to be in school?" a burly security guard asked her as he ambled up. "That's truancy, Miss."

"This is a school trip," Raven answered. It was the truth, sort of. "I am supposed to be here."

"Really?" the security guard asked, yanking his pants up higher because he thought that'd make him look more authoritative. "What kinna school trip goes to a mall?"

Raven thought it made him look silly, but she wasn't offering her opinion on fashion. "I go to a very unusual school," she said. "And I must go now and find the rest of the class. Excuse me...."

"Wait just a second," the security guard said, holding an arm out to halt that progress. "I think you might be lying to me. Am I right?"

Didi

"You are incorrect," Raven said, taking a step back from the guard just in case he decided to try to grab her. "I assure you, I do not lie."

"All teenagers lie," the security guard said, hands going back to his belt while he rocked on his heels. He thought he was totally powerful, you see. He was really just compensating because his wife had left him, his dog had died, his television had broken, he'd been eating Ramen for three weeks straight, the hooker he'd picked up had turned out to be an undercover police officer, his mother had disowned him and he had a papercut.

Yep, all that.

"Why should you be any different, girlie?" he asked, sneering.

Calvin wasn't going to just sit and eat ice cream, but he was going to eat ice cream first. He needed sugar for real mayhem.

"Because I am not from around this area," Raven said. Lame excuse was laaaaaaaaaaame, but she was completely out of her element here. Lying or misbehaving wasn't a natural instinct. But maybe the truth would work. "I am from Azarath, a place far from here. You have never heard of it, I am certain. Those of Azarath do not lie, as it is considered a base form of manipulation."

Maybe if he thought she was crazy he would leave her be.

After a quick flick through the sales racks at Hot Topic, Didi wandered over to the food court. She got lemonade and a soft pretzel and sat on the edge of the fountain, picking at the pretzel and people-watching.

She wasn't exactly making trouble, but it wasn't like she was the five-fingered discount type to start with.

Robin Goodfellow

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