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Arching 101, Thursday, Period Seven
For their final, the students met at the Danger Shop one last time. They were sitting in the audience, facing a broad stage, adorned with giant banners for 'Miss Universe Pageant.' After a few moments music and light, their teachers stepped on stage. They had clearly taken the time to dress up--their costumes were affixed with bow ties.
Unlike many of the teachers and townies, 21 and 24 looked cheery and well-rested after their stint in the cabins. In a lot of ways, it was like being back on the Cocoon again. The tiny beds and alcoves felt almost familiar, save they weren't flying through a canyon or being screeched a over the intercom at all hours of the day and night.
Okay, maybe 21 didn't look all that cheery. It was their last class, after all. "Well, class, this is our final afternoon together," he said, a little mournful. "I know it will be rough for you to see us go, after we've spent seven weeks together, molding your minds into keen, arching machines, but, like all good things, this, too, must end. Like the speech in the epic King of the Bracelets--"
"I think they get the point, 21," 24 interrupted, before his companion could wax geekily poetic throughout the entirety of the class period. "So, your final: you are all villains who have infiltrated the National Costumes segment of the Miss Universe pageant. Three of the contestants are secretly your highly-trained assassin-bots and you have designed their costumes to be lethal and deadly somehow." As 24 called their names, the pageant contestants walked out, spun, and paused, showing off their costumes. "Are Miss Belgium's tennis balls secretly bombs? Did you fill Miss Zambia's gourds with some kind of knockout gas? Is Miss Italy's sword real--and how far do you think you'll go if that's her only weapon? For Miss Croatia did you--" 24 stopped and looked at Miss Croatia's costume. "I got nothing."
Miss Croatia swept off the stage in a sulk.
21 finally pulled himself together. "So, your final is to choose three of the contestants, explain how you've weaponized their costumes, and then send your best one after the Prime Minister of Utopia, while your other two attempt to foil your classmates' own assassin-bots who have been tasked with that same assignment! Begin!"
[Please wait for the OCD up. Ping the OOC thread if you have any questions or if I was in anyway unclear, okay?]
Unlike many of the teachers and townies, 21 and 24 looked cheery and well-rested after their stint in the cabins. In a lot of ways, it was like being back on the Cocoon again. The tiny beds and alcoves felt almost familiar, save they weren't flying through a canyon or being screeched a over the intercom at all hours of the day and night.
Okay, maybe 21 didn't look all that cheery. It was their last class, after all. "Well, class, this is our final afternoon together," he said, a little mournful. "I know it will be rough for you to see us go, after we've spent seven weeks together, molding your minds into keen, arching machines, but, like all good things, this, too, must end. Like the speech in the epic King of the Bracelets--"
"I think they get the point, 21," 24 interrupted, before his companion could wax geekily poetic throughout the entirety of the class period. "So, your final: you are all villains who have infiltrated the National Costumes segment of the Miss Universe pageant. Three of the contestants are secretly your highly-trained assassin-bots and you have designed their costumes to be lethal and deadly somehow." As 24 called their names, the pageant contestants walked out, spun, and paused, showing off their costumes. "Are Miss Belgium's tennis balls secretly bombs? Did you fill Miss Zambia's gourds with some kind of knockout gas? Is Miss Italy's sword real--and how far do you think you'll go if that's her only weapon? For Miss Croatia did you--" 24 stopped and looked at Miss Croatia's costume. "I got nothing."
Miss Croatia swept off the stage in a sulk.
21 finally pulled himself together. "So, your final is to choose three of the contestants, explain how you've weaponized their costumes, and then send your best one after the Prime Minister of Utopia, while your other two attempt to foil your classmates' own assassin-bots who have been tasked with that same assignment! Begin!"
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Listen to the Lecture
Plan Your Costumes!
Because when were supervillain plots ever practical?
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And from there, two at random. Miss Peru and her giant lampshade, and Miss Honduras. There was just something about a lady who had the guts to wear tiger stripes and feathers...
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Describe those Costumes!
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He was calling it inspiration, damn it.
"And of course, you'd have to tip that arrow of hers in poison, just for the full effect."
It was brilliant in its simplicity, wasn't it?
"From there, Miss Peru, who can stow away a wealth of weaponry under that headgear of hers. I'm going to go with toxic gas, though. That's generally pretty difficult to fend off, but that handkerchief of hers is laced with the antidote, so all she has to do is breathe through it while everyone else collapses."
... He was kind of getting into this.
"And Miss Honduras has the power of animal ferocity. And laser weapons that fire from the jewels in her headgear, to be used while everyone else is distracted by the feathers and... stripes."
Lots and lots and lots of stripes.
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"Nicely done," 21 said. "You really have a flair for this."
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Worthington Smile. Insert gleam of light from one tooth as you wish.
It was his last class with these two, so really, a little sucking up totally couldn't hurt, here.
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"Miss Switzerland (http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FW86_jO7k_A/TGq2i90J3eI/AAAAAAAB79o/LgNHZbfLheo/s1600/Miss+Switzerland+Linda+Faeh.jpg) looks obvious but then you realize her shield is secretly a giant wrapped poison chocolate, which she will cut pieces off of with her sword and fling into unexpecting people's mouths."
"And then, there's Miss Egypt (http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FW86_jO7k_A/TGsm3xj2nQI/AAAAAAAB8GQ/zqoXCbKjqew/s1600/Miss+Egypt+Donia+Hamed.jpg). She's got twin canes of gold, each of which has long spikes concealed in the tips, that will strike forth with the power and deadliness of an asp. Her cape is also bulletproof, and her beauty will make anyone's self confidence shake, and possibly put them in denial."
He knew that was a bad joke. That was the point.
FIGHT!
[You can each go after the Prime Minister, but feel free to ping off one another's threads to thwart their attempts. Assume all the assassin-bots have the same training, so it's only the costumes that make a difference.]
Talk to 21 and 24
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If anything is unclear, ping me here and I'll try to explain it better.
And thanks. You guys have been an awesome class.
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EAT IT, WORLD! IN AMERICA, OUR STRIPPERS CAN FLY!