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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"I'm no hero," Helen said quietly. "But I can do what I need to."

"And that makes you just as important as the flashy heroes." Like himself, really. "Well done today. What did you say your name was?"

"Not everyone feels that way," she said very softly. "I'm Helen. Helen Haras-Uquara."

"Helen Haras-Uquara," the Doctor repeated. "Roving the Galaxy, 2008. I thought you looked familiar. Haven't you graduated yet? Doesn't anybody here graduate?"

She blinked at him. "But that - how could I look familiar? I don't recognize you, though you have the same name..."

"I, no... I'll be a senior this year. I had just arrived at this place as a sophomore when I took that class."

"New face. Time Lord thing. Same man, mostly. High school takes much longer than I thought. You'll be out of here soon enough! Plenty more to see and do than sticking around here. I'll tell you something though, Helen Haras-Uquara, not everyone thinks that you're just as important as flashy heroes, but then not everyone's opinion counts for much. You, on the other hand, do. Good start to the class."

Helen took that all in. He was the same as... All right then. She'd respected that Doctor very much. She blushed a little at his later words and ducked her head. "Thank you."

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