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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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.*

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