fandomhigh | Practical Crisis Problem Solving - Danger Shop, Tuesday, Period 3 (11am-12pm)

Upon walking through the doors of the Danger Shop, it was completely understandable if the fine students of Practical Crisis Problem Solving (which the Doctor preferred to call "Staying Out of Trouble Badly") were very confused. They were in the park. Yes, the park, the one in Fandom just outside and down the road. Fandom all around them looked normal, at least as far as the beach. Then the water and everything beyond it was all hazy. The sky was an odd shade of red too.

"Hello!" the Doctor said, looking very smart in his tweed jacket and bow tie. There were other clothes too (including pants), but those were the two articles worth mentioning. "I'm the Doctor. You are all in Staying Out of Trouble Badly." See, with the calling the class the wrong name. "Which might be on your little schedule spreadsheets as something to do with problem solving. If you're not supposed to be here," he added with a smile, "stay anyway. Have some fun. Today we're going to get the creative juices flowing." He frowned. "No, I don't like the sound of that. It sounds too...moist. Doesn't matter." He switched back on track. "You might be wondering why the sky is red. Or orange. Burnt sienna? Would we call it that? Maybe Sinopia instead. The colour, not the planet. I had a point somewhere.

The sky. Yes. The sky is red because the entire island," he turned around in a circle and pointed in every direction for emphasis, "is surrounded by a shield. You can't penetrate it and you can't transport out of it, sorry if that's your thing. The reason for this a species called the Atraxi have tracked a criminal here to the very pretty Fandom Island. Prisoner Zero is its name. If Prisoner Zero doesn't give itself up in an hour, the Atraxi are going to incinerate everything and everyone inside the shield. They don't do things by halves.

I don't expect you to find Prisoner Zero today, but before the hour is up, each of you is to come up with a plan. Brainstorm. That's what we're here for today. Brainstorm a plan. Talk to me. Talk to each other. Let's get some ideas on how to find Prisoner Zero, stop the Atraxi from burning us all to a crisp and save Fandom. Your name might be useful too, if you don't mind telling me it. Oh, and if you do have higher brain function and can understand what I'm saying, please raise your hand so I can identify anyone who doesn't and can't."

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Cara looked so very happy to be there. Talkative too.

"Everyone," the Doctor announced upon seeing her. "This is Cara. She's going to be my teaching assistant. Bother her with any questions you might have that you don't want to direct at me. Also let her know if anything is set on fire that shouldn't be."

Which left Cara wondering why exactly he was worried enough about that last thing to make it explicit.

And if the Doctor counted as something that shouldn't be on fire.

Hiccup sidled over to Cara. "So, I'm supposed to stop you from lighting things on fire and take you out for pizza or a malted juice, but since I don't know what either of those are, how about ice cream instead?"

"There's only one thing in this classroom I'd consider lighting on fire." And he could probably feel her glare burning into his overly tall back right now.

"He ordered you to take me out?" Cara didn't know what those two things were either, and she wasn't entirely sure what ice cream was either beyond it being mentioned by that weird Jedi kid.. "He's worse than Kahlan!" At least she only 'suggested' Cara be social.

Hiccup's eyes widened slightly as he looked between Cara and the Doctor. "Nooo, not ordered," exactly, "just suggested it, said it'd be good for us to spend time together since we're going to be TAs for the whole term." White lies to stop Cara from setting the Doctor on fire were definitely part of a TA's duties. At least, they were now. "Come on, it'll be fun! We can fly around the island first, then stop in town for ice cream."

When he threw in an offer of a dragon ride, it was tempting enough to overcome most of Cara's wariness. "But this is definitely an assistant things, not a...romance thing, right?" Most of it.

Hiccup's eyes got even wider. "Nooooo. No, uh uh, no way." He was actually backing up, at least until he ran into Toothless. "No romance thing. No. Definitely not. I have a girlfriend! She's back in Berk and I'm sure she's wondering why she just had an urge to punch me." Toothless made a noise best described as a dragon snicker and Hiccup made an effort to pull himself together. "No romance. At all. None. It's a," he waved a hand in the air, looking for the right word, then continued with, "friend thing. I like you, you haven't tried to kill me yet, we're friends, sort of, and that means we can go for ice cream. Or something else, something else works too."

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The flailing and backing away was actually quite reassuring. "No, ice-cream's fine, just so long as it's a..." Look she'd only been able to admit someone was her friend under imminent threat of death, and had then taken it back when they survived, she had issues. Whole subscriptions worth. "...non-romance thing."

Hiccup was nodding as she talked. "Definitely not a romance thing. At all. I promise," he said, calming down a little bit. Even if he was certain Astrid was flexing her fist right this moment. "Just ice cream."

"Just ice-cream," Cara agreed. "And dragons." She really liked the dragon.

Toothless draped his head over Hiccup's shoulder and flicked his ears at her in obvious approval. "And dragons," he said, reaching up to scratch Toothless' cheeck. "Can't forget the dragon."

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