fandomhigh | The Day After Doomsday: Getting By In a Post-Apocalyptic World

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.]

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"Entertaining like the vice-principal running around in red spandex." Kennedy smirked. "I will say one thing for Fandom: this place has a seriously awesome percentage of hotness going for it. Don't even tell me you haven't noticed that already."

Really, Quinn would not be surprised to see somebody in spandex at WMHS, so she'd probably take Deadpool in stride.

A little smile quirked around her lips. "I might have," she said. "And the main prettyboy manwhore from my old school" -- said with some affection -- "is already here to add to the eye candy, even if he is from another dimension."

A beat.

"See, I'm doing all right with the not-normal."

...yeah, you were slightly less likely to have seen that sort of thing outside of interpretive dance classes at the kinds of schools Kennedy had gone to before FH, so.

"Hey. You even said that without looking like you couldn't believe what you were saying. Nice going," Kennedy complimented her. "Me, I just keep meeting people from my world but nobody I knew from before, so that's one head trip I couldn't have prepared you for."

It helped that Quinn worked really hard on not letting anyone know she was freaking out, even if she was; the fact she was good enough at not looking wigged to get a compliment from Kennedy warmed her down to her toes.

"Puck's my boyfriend's best friend," Quinn explained. "He's a decent guy, if you don't mind that he hits on anything that moves."

But something Kennedy said had puzzled her. "How do you know if somebody's from your world if they don't know you?"

"Puck? You know Puck?" Kennedy couldn't stop the quick bark of laughter that escaped her. "Yeah, prettyboy manwhore about sums that up. Nice guy, even if he keeps trying to hit on me."

It amused her, anyway.

"Stuff we have in common?" she tried in response to the question. "Like, the guy from the shuttle you told me about who was talking about vampires? Turns out he's from my world too. One of my teachers last session, my girlfriend, this other guy Gunn? There's stuff that exists in our world that doesn't work the same way for other people, or doesn't exist anywhere else as far as I can tell. It happens a lot around here. There's, like, a whole family of people from a different galaxy who're related, but they all have their own versions of each other at home."

"I've known him for about forever," Quinn said, rolling her eyes a bit. "He's persistent. The one at home keeps arguing with girls about celibacy club."

The rest of it, she absorbed quietly. "Okay, that is just bizarre. So my dad could show up here to teach, and it wouldn't really be my dad?"

"Totally possible. There are some really cracked-out family trees here." That wasn't particularly reassuring, Kennedy.

She was a little bit stuck back on something else Quinn had said, though. "Celibacy club?"

Wow. She'd heard of those, but she'd thought they were some kind of urban legend.

"I'm president," Quinn said, by way of explanation. She didn't say it especially proudly, or with any particular tone to her voice at all; it was just a fact. The fact celibacy clubs could be weird to anyone was weird to her.

"Was, anyhow. Is there one here?"

"Oh. Cool," Kennedy said as neutrally as she could, which for her was a bit of an accomplishment, although there was something to be said for Quinn's tone there. If she'd been bragging about it, that might be a different story. "If there's one here, I sure as hell haven't heard about it, and it's not that big a school..."

Quinn gave Kennedy a sidelong glance. She had an idea they had different opinions on the celibacy thing, but Quinn was a little short on allies at the moment, and starting an argument with her fake sister struck her as a suicidal move until she was more established.

As if nothing at all could be wrong, she said, "Maybe I'll start one when people start getting clubs together."

...yeah, different opinions was a bit of an understatement.

"You'll have to get an advisor, but you probably know that," Kennedy replied. "And I mean, why not? We are kind of all about the diversity."

Just because she pretty much had no use for the celibacy thing herself didn't mean she was going to go and be all judgmental about it. Sure, she had her blind spots, but those were mostly demon-related.

"I'll start looking for one after some of my newbie stink washes off," Quinn confirmed. "Right now I'm still getting established."

Someone in the school had to appreciate the value of chastity. And if they didn't, well, Quinn was going to make them.

As long as Quinn wasn't going to try and make her appreciate it, but Kennedy had a pretty good idea her fake sibling knew how to pick her battles. (She hoped so, anyway.) Because that would be an exercise in attrition.

"Good call. Although, I have to say, as far as newbies go? You don't exactly reek."

Hey, look, that was practically a compliment.

Quinn grinned, unguarded for just a moment. "Of course I don't. But thank you."

"I don't go complimenting just anyone," Kennedy told her, which was true... particularly when she wasn't trying to hit on people. "So you're totally welcome. I think you're gonna do okay here."

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