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fandomhigh2010-07-05 06:10 am
raspberryturk) wrote in fandomhigh2010-07-05 06:10 am
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The Day After Doomsday: Getting By In a Post-Apocalyptic World - Period 2
When students arrived for class today, they’d step into a Danger Shop scene that looked something like a freeze-frame from a bad end of the world movie. They were standing in the middle of what looked to be endless wasteland, a dark greenish haze marring the sky somewhere beyond, on the horizon. And above them in the sky, there was a giant rock, burning and casting a red tinge on the few clouds above that weren’t a sick smog green. Hanging in the sky beside that meteor, less than a quarter of the size? Was the moon.
“Yo!” Yes, this was the traditional greeting of the being known as Reno, who sauntered into the Danger Shop a full five minutes late for his own first class of the term with his hands in his pockets and a smile on his face that suggested that he didn’t much give a damn what anybody thought about that fact, either. Maybe he was feeling lazy today. Maybe he just wanted to give his students a few minutes to stare up at the flaming ball of death that was looming above them.
“Welcome to the end of the world. An inescapable calamity that’ll fall down from above, wiping out all life on The Planet as we know it. And there ain’t nothin’ you can do but sit back and stare at the sky, counting down the days until it gets here. Technology won’t save you. The space program on your world is a joke, and the most powerful explosive that your world superpower could muster, that bad boy up there shrugged off like a mosquito, yo. There ain’t no hope. So!” Reno looked around at the students gathered around him, and then crossed his arms over his chest. “Introductions time, boys and girls. This is our first lesson together, an’ that’s as heavy as I’m gonna get on our first day. Name, age, what the hell you’re doin’ in a messed-up class like this one, and what you’d do with your last few weeks before rocks fall an’ everyone dies.”
Such a happy bunch of introduction questions!
“And Ino, after class, I wanna talk to you, yo. And your Rookie, too.”
[OCD is up! Syllabus and roster are here.]
“Yo!” Yes, this was the traditional greeting of the being known as Reno, who sauntered into the Danger Shop a full five minutes late for his own first class of the term with his hands in his pockets and a smile on his face that suggested that he didn’t much give a damn what anybody thought about that fact, either. Maybe he was feeling lazy today. Maybe he just wanted to give his students a few minutes to stare up at the flaming ball of death that was looming above them.
“Welcome to the end of the world. An inescapable calamity that’ll fall down from above, wiping out all life on The Planet as we know it. And there ain’t nothin’ you can do but sit back and stare at the sky, counting down the days until it gets here. Technology won’t save you. The space program on your world is a joke, and the most powerful explosive that your world superpower could muster, that bad boy up there shrugged off like a mosquito, yo. There ain’t no hope. So!” Reno looked around at the students gathered around him, and then crossed his arms over his chest. “Introductions time, boys and girls. This is our first lesson together, an’ that’s as heavy as I’m gonna get on our first day. Name, age, what the hell you’re doin’ in a messed-up class like this one, and what you’d do with your last few weeks before rocks fall an’ everyone dies.”
Such a happy bunch of introduction questions!
“And Ino, after class, I wanna talk to you, yo. And your Rookie, too.”
[OCD is up! Syllabus and roster are here.]
Re: Introductions
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"Damn right," Kennedy assured him breezily. "Badness goes down, we're the first line and all. That's serious business."
Re: Introductions
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"Playtime nothin'," he replied, rolling his eyes. "We'll see if they think it's fun and games when an invasion hits 'em, and hits 'em hard, yo."
Seriously.
"You guys already got run of the Danger Shop, at least," he mused. "That means you ain't off to a bad start."
Re: Introductions
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"You ever need a hand programmin' in somethin' a little more threatening than undercooked takeout, you let me know," he replied. "If I can tell the Danger Shop to give me a giant rock of death, I think I can manage somethin' a little more threatening than ducks if I gotta, yo."
Re: Introductions
She gestured to their surroundings. "That could get people thinking. Okay, maybe not quite this hardcore, at least not yet."