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Unconventional Tactics, Tuesday, Period 2

"You ain't gonna win 'em all." Nope, there wasn't even a 'Yo, Rookies!' today as Reno made his way into the Danger Shop, only a couple of minutes late. There had been an important stop for coffee this morning, which he was now pausing to take a mouthful of as he settled in. Suck it up, kids. "You ain't. And, much as you all wanna think otherwise, you ain't all gonna be able to survive everything that life throws at you without a few bumps an' nicks along the way, yo."

This was Reno-ese for 'people get their idiot butts killed out there all the time.'

"I know, you all been spoiled by Fandom's practically nonexistent mortality rate. An' maybe you figure you're all invincible or some shit as a result, an' you can handle anything that you go up against. But news flash, kiddos: You ain't. And you can't. I don't care how strong you are. I don't care what superhuman abilities you got. Someday, you won't be able to out-run, out-think, or out-fight whatever it is that's comin' down on top of us. Someday, you will be thrust so friggin' hard on your ass that you will consider yourself lucky if someone shows up like a knight in shinin' armor to haul your sorry self outta there."

He smirked. He shrugged.

"So, we're gonna have a bit of a team-buildin' exercise, yo. Bit of a go against the Danger Shop, here. And I want you to all try an' tackle it without powers, to try an' keep things on an even playing field. You're each gonna break off into pairs. One of you's gonna play injured and pretty much useless, and you gotta get your ass rescued, yo. It's up to your partner to drag you outta harm's way." He nodded, and the Danger Shop flickered. And suddenly, everyone was standing on one end of a very shoddy looking suspension bridge. "Across this, zoto."

Really, he didn't even need to toss in enemy fire for this exercise. You guys would have an interesting enough time of this activity as it is.

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Karla wasn't all that strong herself; if something was heavy, she carried with Craft. "What if we tried carrying one another over here, before going near the bridge?" she suggested. "Or we can give Ben puppy-eyes until he agrees to drag us both."

"That might be preferable to either of us accidentally causing the other harm by dragging," Raven said, glancing Ben's way. She wasn't entirely comfortable with the idea of being dragged around while she was perfectly able to walk or teleport, but since there wasn't even any implied violence, she couldn't exactly ask to be excused from the assignment.

"Seriously, I would just airwalk across," Karla said, shaking her head at the bridge again. "It would be less dangerous than attempting to cross it even with powers. But we should at least try to do it ourselves before we nag Ben. Just so we can say we did."

Karla held out her arms. "C'mere. I'll try to drag you over here, where the scary bridge can't get us."

...She was totally serious about that last part.

Raven stepped closer to Karla, then paused. "Should I lie upon the ground?" she said. "To simulate being rendered unconscious?"

She definitely felt more comfortable with Karla being the one handling her, so to speak, but then again, more uncomfortable in other ways.

"Yeah," Karla said, nodding. "I can try to fireman's carry you. Or just drag you under your arms if that doesn't work."

Oh yeah. This was gonna be all kinds of awkward.

Raven was trying very hard not to think about being carried around by Karla. It was merely a classroom exercise, after all. Yes.

She sank down to the floor and arranged herself on her back. "Very well," she said. "I am ready."

Karla came down and knelt next to Raven, momentarily distracted by trying to decide how this was going to work. Okay, maybe she could...

She started by putting her arm under Raven's knees and then sliding her other arm under Raven's back. This, of course, not meant that Karla was leaning over Raven, her face practically buried in Raven's chest.

Which, if nothing else, provided convenient cover for all the blushing Karla was doing.

"Ready?" she asked, turning her face to the side so she wouldn't be all muffled. "I'm going to try to pick you up like this."

Hello, Karla's face, Raven's chest thought. It is terribly nice to see you here. Please, do stay awhile.

"I am prepared," she said with another nod. "But please, do not strain yourself." She wasn't petite in height, but she was very slender, though her chest was more on the disproportionate side.

Hello, there, Raven's chest. Karla would like to--wait, focus!

Trying to get up from a kneeling position with a Raven in her arms was not as easy as it sounded. Karla was already overbalanced and while she managed to get one knee out from under her, getting both out was beyond her powers.

She felt herself losing her balance and pitching forward. In a desperate attempt to keep from toppling over on top of Raven, Karla yanked backwards.

In that, and that alone, Karla was successful. Raven remained untoppled and both girls went crashing backwards to the ground.

The awkwardness of being carried by Karla was substantially smaller than being tangled on the floor with her. Raven's hands skimmed over Karla's body -- checking her for any injuries, of course! "You are not injured, are you?" she said.

"I'm fine!" Karla said, sounding totally composed and not at all panicked. And even if she did, it was because she'd had the wind knocked out of her and that was all. "Sorry about that. I...don't think that was the right way to attempt to carry you."

For many, many, many reasons.

"Do you wish to try again?" Raven asked, keeping her hands to herself now. Or...they could just lay there for awhile.

"In a moment," Karla said. "I should catch my breath."

While, y'know. Lying there. Where she had fallen.

Raven wriggled...which probably wasn't helping things much. "I do not think I would do any better trying to carry you," she mused.

"Maybe I could try to carry you by your underarms?"

Someone wasn't thinking ahead to the difficulties in finding the right place for her hands to go.

"If you wish," Raven said, wanting to be helpful. She really wasn't looking forward to being dragged across the floor, but hopefully it would be easier for Karla. Besides, she was supposed to be unconscious, so she couldn't complain.

Karla leveraged herself to her feel and wrapped her arms around Raven's chest. This would be okay. She'd just kind of drag Raven across the floor and onto the bridge and Raven's skirt wouldn't even get grass-stained, because this was a simulation. What could go wrong?

Oh. There was that unforeseen hands' issue. Above? No. Below? No. Just holding onto Raven's arms ran the risk of yanking them out of their sockets...

"Ummm..." Karla was bright red again, as she hunkered down behind Raven with her arms around her chest. "Do you have a, umm, preference?"

For where you'd like to be groped?

Raven was turning red as well now. "Whatever is most comfortable for you," she said. "I am unconscious so I cannot complain about your technique. Perhaps below would be more balancing for you?"

And if her hands slipped, there would be something to catch on to!

"That doesn't make me feel a lot better about it," Karla muttered, reaching down and clasping her hands below Raven's breasts. She straightened and began slowly dragging her friend towards the bridge. They were definitely making progress, it was just slow and painful.

It wasn't until they got to the bridge and Karla saw how Tara and Kennedy were crossing that she really felt like an idiot. She instinctively facepalmed--which sort of resulted in dropping Raven on her bottom.

Fortunately, Karla was already facepalming. So she could just do it again and call it even.

"Ow," Raven said, though not crossly, rubbing her backside. "Why did you -- oh."

"We could try it piggyback?" Karla suggested, her forehead still in her palm.

"If Tara can carry Kennedy that way, then you should be able to carry me," Raven reasoned. "I am willing to try if you are."

"You're going to have to, ummm, hike your skirt," Karla said, delicately coughing. "A little bit."

Curse her aversion to pants!

Raven stood up, then reached down to catch the hem of her skirt. She drew it up along her legs and tucked each side in the waistband. Why, hello there, bare legs.

"Will this do?" she asked Karla.

Karla nodded. "That should be fine," she said, looking awkwardly off to the side and occasionally darted glanced at Raven's knees. She turned around and presented Raven her back. "Just...hop on?"

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