fandomhigh | Ethics [Thursday, October 7th, 2nd period]

The Danger Shop had been transformed into a different world when the Ethics class arrived: An incredibly dry, hot one which smelled really bad.

Anakin waved his hand around the room. "Welcome to the embodiment of gluttony," he said, "the palace of a Hutt."

He concentrated on the controls on the far side of the room, and the simulation sprung to life: dozens of beings of all shapes, sizes, and degrees of cleaniless (ranging from 'casual acquaintance with soap' to 'water is eeeeeevil') drinking, eating, and dancing. All activity centered around a slug of a beast laying on a raised dais (not that it really had many other options for range of motion) at the front of the room.

"That," Anakin said, nose wrinkling in disgust as he pointed, "is a Hutt. This particular version is named Jabba, and is one of the most powerful crime lords in the galaxy." Or was, but he wouldn't exactly be mentioned what happened to Jabba with Leia running around Fandom. "Today is an interactive experience for you. Take a good hard look around. See the effects that gluttony can have."

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Like you can smell Jabba.

Edited 2010-10-07 03:11 (UTC)

As you look around and probably try not to touch anything. Jabba doesn't believe in housekeeping, apparently.

Belly up to the bar! Try to get the autographs of the band! Don't touch the dancing girls.

The powerful Jabba would be happy ~~to drop you into a pit that used to have a rancor in it~~ to chat.

And then drop you into a pit that used to have a rancor in it.

If they're not too busy exploring, of course.

Who looks really tempted to set this whole place on fire, yeah.

Feel free to chat among yourselves and mod general creepy and skeevy aliens. I'll be back on in the morning to mod Jabba and random NPCs for you as well.

Wesley Wyndam-Pryce

Leda

Rosalind

Rosalind was no stranger to dirty places, it was true. This, however, was another level of filth and she was not best pleased.

Not that it changed her expression much to be entirely honest. Cool blue-green eyes were narrowed as she studied the locale.

Medusalith Amaquelin

Even though she knew it was all simulated, Medusalith wasn't touching anything, which meant her hair was behaving a touch more unusually than she usually allowed it to--it suddenly seemed to be a bit shorter to stay definitively clear of the floor, and was shifting around obstacles.

She was still going to have to scrub herself when she got out of here. Ugh.

Edited 2010-10-07 03:26 (UTC)

Okay, she'd looked around, this was gross, Medusalith was ready to leave now. And possibly burn these shoes. But class wasn't over, was it? Damnation.

Also? She was holding a puppy.

Edited 2010-10-07 04:48 (UTC)

Dana Scully

Scully now wanted to leave, take a shower, eat a salad, exercise vigorously, and possibly enter a convent.

Ugh.

The music was amusing.

Yeah, that was all Scully had. Everything else was just so, so, so non-sterile.

William Murdoch

Someone had neglected to inform William that animalification was generally considered an acceptable excuse for missing class, because, well. Here he was. Looking utterly miserable because his puppy nose was interpreting all of the smells of this place as real, despite the fact that it was just a simulation.

[ooc: I am afk but the boy's enough of a nerd that he'd make it to class despite puppy status, so here he is.]

Medusa eyed the puppy curiously. It seemed very out of place to be part of the simulation, and if it wasn't then leaving it on that floor seemed cruel.

Eventually, either pity or mercy won out and she swooped in to pick up the poor animal. She could even look dignified while holding an adorable puppy, take that.

And she smelled much nicer than the floor.

((Puppy modded with permission, omg.))

Edited 2010-10-07 04:42 (UTC)

Cara

阿祖拉
Azula, Princess of the Fire Nation

Cara carefully schooled her features into bored blankness. She'd been worse places than this, but that didn't mean she wasn't glad for the fact nearly every square inch of her skin was covered in leather.

Cara quickly found a spot that where she could keep an eye on as many exits as possible and leant back against the wall.

Simulation or no, her palms itched for her agiels.

Elphaba Thropp

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Talk to Anakin [10/7]

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