fandomhigh | Macro-Tactics, Monday

"Today, we're back to a little hands-on work," Kerrigan said. The Danger Shop had been set up as... a hallway with four identical doors, this time. "I want you to form up as pairs. One of you takes a black box, the other a white," and she waved two small, also identical boxes around. "Pressing the right side will put down a pawn. That's your footsoldiers. Pressing the left puts down a tower-- archers, riflemen, snipers, whatever you want to call it."

She tossed one of the two to the first student she laid her eyes on.

"Behind these doors are four different kinds of terrain. You will pick a door without knowing which. You will then both walk into opposite directions for five minutes, while assessing your environment. Then you will deploy your 'troops'."

Her lips widened in a not entirely genuine smile.

"The computer will determine which one of you would 'win' by most fortuitous troop placement alone," she said, "Though it's not going to tell you. I want you to come back out, fire up one of the computers over there, and look over what you did in birds' eye-- figure out what you did, what your opponent did, and how fucked you are. Now, go."

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Or stare at the doors.

James groaned, trying to remember all of the battle planning he'd overheard and been forced to look over as part of his 'training' the past few years.

Well now, no teacher instruction not to use natural advantages.

Who was going to use her telepathy against her classmates? EMMA. Of course.

Well, then, this was certainly intriguing. Alexander listened carefully, to make sure that he had maintained all the rules and nuances of the game they were about to pursue.

Karla was thoughtful, sketching out ideas for fortification and troops. Nothing concrete until she saw her terrain, of course, but some basic ideas from the second handout might be useful to note down.

Oh look, that was a balled-up note being aimed at the back of Karla's head.

You went to Glacia. Without me. And you didn't bring me anyone to 'play' with as a souvenir.. No, Emma was NOT talking to Karla, as evidenced by the lack of telepathy. She also wasn't sulking. Shut up. I'm beginning to think you don't love me anymore.

Uh-oh. Emma didn't appear to be all diamondy today, so the note instead of telepathy could only mean one thing: ~~their teacher was an alien telepath who'd be happy to listening~~ Emma was mad.

I didn't see anyone for you to play with! We met up with seven of Morton friends in a cabin in the woods. Other than the family at the Hall, I didn't see anyone else!

This was true! She was gone by the time the cabin had been invaded.

Though Morton will be here for PW, so you can play with him then? You know I do love you. Tons.

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Every time you fib to Emma, a fairy loses its wings and DIES.

This was Emma's 'you are a lying liar who lies' face right here, Karla. And it's aimed at you.

Not lying!

She was underlining for emphasis. Surely, that must convince even Emma of her sincerity.

Morton brought me to Glacia to prove to a few males I wasn't dead, like Hobart's been saying. I talked to them, tried not to smack one specifically, and then Ben hustled me out of the cabin when he sensed people nearby. That's all!

You walked into Glacia on a social visit with Morton and the Skywalker boy for company. That has got to be one of your most hare-brained schemes yet.

It wasn't my idea! It was Morton's! He made all sorts of arrangements and we were in a cabin hidden away in the mountains and he had contingency plans and everything!

Her newfound decision to be nicer to Morton did not extend to NOT throwing him under a bus when the situation called for it.

It was Emma. Even if it had been 100% Karla's plan and he'd protested vehemently, she'd still blame Morton. He made a nice target and flailed in funny ways, so it wasn't like he wouldn't be in trouble anyway.

I can't believe you didn't take more back-up, or let us know where to go and who to hurt if you weren't back by today.

Although in all fairness, if Karla hadn't shown up for class today, Emma would have found a way to show up on the doorstep of the Hall and pitch a fit until someone told her what was going on. It wasn't as if she hadn't had options.

Well, I did figure that saying I was going home to Glacia answered some of those questions. Damn it. Notes didn't carry emotional tone anywhere near as well as psychic links. Stubborn Emma! We also brought Kaelas?

Because I know exactly where Glacia is, or where in Glacia you'd be.

Still not getting off the hook, Karla.

Which one is Kaelas?

You remember when I was the Arcerian kitten? Karla wrote. Picture one of them, with shoulder up to your waist, weighing about three of you, and fangs as long as your hand. Now make him a Warlord Prince and give him an Opal Jewel. That's Kaelas.

Karla found him absolutely adorable.

You have very strange friends.

Pot. Kettle. Whatever.

He's the cutest kitty ever!

...If you ignored the sheer potential for death-dealing, of course.

I hate your world.

Honestly, Karla. THAT WAS NOT A KITTEH!

YES HIMS WAS. HIMS WAS THE CUTEST KITTEH EVER. HIMS EVEN PURRED WHEN YOU RUBBED HIMS BELLY.

Karla's response wasn't written. She just glance backwards and looked at Emma, hurt.

<<These are kittens, Emma sent crisply, sharing a memory of some she'd found once in New York. <<That is not a kitty.>>

*Kaelas used to play like that when he was a kitten,* Karla defended stoutly, sharing a memory of her own. *Though he's a bit bigger now.*

There wasn't much in the way of notes to take, but Cally could look back at the maps from last week on her datapad, imagining where she might place troops in those terrains, at least, while she listened.

Granted, those were pretty neat doors.

But yeah, strategic troop placement, Cloud could do that, surely. Fort Condor had taught him enough strategy, or so he hoped.

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