fandomhigh | Unconventional Tactics, Tuesday, Period 2

Today, Reno's class had been told to meet in the library for their lesson. And to bring something to write with and a notebook, because they were going to need to actually do, like, research and crap today.

Not in those exact words, really, but what the inflections of what Reno thought often bled into the messages that he passed on regardless.

"Yo, Rookies! Today we're coverin' one of Fandom's finest traditions in time of crisis, zoto. Today, we're goin' to talk about the people who roll up their sleeves an' make their way here when we're faced with somethin' we don't quite understand, because there ain't no place on the island with more information available to us than right here in the library. We can cast spells and punch things in the face and burn barricades all we want, but it's the island's researchers who find out what it is we're up against, and how the hell to get rid of it."

He grinned, leaning back against the Library Aide's desk with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Your mission today is to pick something, any something, that has already hit the island or that you think potentially could, and to find out everything you can about it. Take notes, Rookies. I want you to hand in what you found by the time the period is through. You got everything in the library at your disposal, from books to newspapers to the computers over there, but first person I see who tries to sneak into Special Collections gets detention for life."

What? As much as he loved the idea of going in there after you, he really had better things to do today.

"Rinoa here's been nice enough to agree to help you mooks find what you're lookin' for, so don't be afraid to pester her with questions. Keeps her day interesting, yo."

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Reno blinked, raising his eyebrows a little. And he'd thought he was prone to rushing, sometimes.

"Yeah, yeah, I think we're good. Whole point of the class is to get 'em acquainted with the place so that they can find what they need when they need it," he replied, as a lazy smile crept over his lips. "And I think we're handlin' that much, yo."

"I don't see anybody staring at the Dewey Decimal system posters in tears," Henry said, calmer now. "Sorry. I get excited anytime people actually use this place. Usually it's pretty quiet."

"Quiet in a library, huh?" Reno's lazy smile was sauntering casually over into smirk territory. "Imagine that."

Reno sometimes thought he was clever.

He pursed his lips and gave the library a look around, though. "Kinda a shame nobody comes in here unless the island's burnin' down, I guess."

"This is a university-level collection," Henry said flatly. "It has books worth thousands of dollars. So the fact nobody comes in except to socialize or if the island's burning down ... right. A shame."

Reno tilted his head a bit, looking around again, thinking that one over.

"Well, you ever do anything in here to draw people in, at all?"

"This is a temple of learning," Henry said, mock-haughty. "We should not have to advertise."

"Besides," he added in a more relaxed tone, "I don't have a ton of ideas beyond changing the displays out front, and we do that. Got any thoughts?"

"Well, you're more than just books," Reno noted, glancing around. "They got study hall this semester? I never pay attention to that kinda thing. But some kinda regular study group in here couldn't hurt none, yo."

Said the guy who wouldn't be caught dead in a study group, yes.

"Maybe some kinda catch-up event, to read up on the times, even," he added, thoughtfully. "You know how many students here ain't from this time, or even this world? I don't think I can count the amount of students I've had since the summer who ain't never seen a car before."

This was, admittedly, partly because Reno sucked at counting.

"There's a French study group," Henry mused. "I could start something more regular for everyone else. I never thought of the 'this is a car' stuff. You think people would come out for that?"

Reno smirked a little and shrugged again.

"So far as I heard on the radio, you've had people showin' up to learn how to read and speak the language already. I think 'this is a car' would probably come in handy for anyone who's totally friggin' lost, yo. Shit, you should'a seen my face the first time I saw a horse. We don't have 'em back home."

And don't even mention that time that he found out what bacon was made of.

Henry took a moment to absorb that information. "It's a little late in the term, but I'll do an open house first week the new kids get here," he decided. "... do you have something instead of horses? Or are they just extinct?"

"There's a god who uses somethin' like a horse, but it's got too many legs," Reno replied, helpfully. "We use... uh... birds."

Reno was going to try to get out of describing a chocobo like a chicken for as long as humanly possible.

"You need any help figurin' out what students might like an extra clue about, feel free to talk at me anytime, yo. I was a student here myself before ever teachin' here. Kinda gives you a bit of extra insight on what people get tripped up by, yo."

Like indoor plumbing, and electricity.

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