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Cara ([personal profile] wrongkindofsith) wrote in [community profile] fandomhigh2011-01-21 02:25 am

Adventures, Capers and Escapes - Danger Shop, Thursday, Period 3

There was a noticeable lack of Doctor at the front of the class today.

Instead, Cara stood in the middle of the Danger Shop with a number of empty wooden tubs at her feet. Her face betrayed absolutely no indication that she'd spent the last hour wrestling with the control manual for the Danger Shop after getting an unexpected notice from the Doctor that she'd be taking the class today.

"Here's the thing about adventures," she began after the class had finished arriving. She fiddled with a control and a clearing in some thick, overgrown, yet-still-picturesque New Zealand woods faded in around the class. "They're not just running around over the countryside while people try to kill you. That's just the fun part. You may be forced into situations that are uncomfortable, that are unpleasant, that for one reason or another you may find embarrassing." Like wearing froofy pink dresses and being forced to speak in rhyme, compared to that the class was going to be getting off easily with what she had planned.

"Which is why you will be taking part in a modified version of a Mord'Sith training exercise designed to help inure trainees to some of the various hardships they may encounter, as you can see you are in the middle of unfamiliar woods, night is falling, you have no supplies, and you're quite sure you heard something large and predatory in the undergrowth earlier. Oh, and you are wearing only your undergarments." She paused a second to let that last part sink in. "So I'm going to need you to put all of your clothes except those into one of these tubs before we begin. You'll get them back at the end of class."

"I'm not going to tell you what you should do with your time, since that's the entire point of the exercise." Cara fiddled with another control, and a drizzle filled the air. "But you might want to get started quickly, it looks like there's a storm coming."

[ooc: ocd up!]

Re: Get Changed - ACE [03]

[identity profile] pyromanyac.livejournal.com 2011-01-20 03:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"No way."

First off, she hated being touched. Second, she hated showing skin, and third, she just plain didn't want to.

So watch her act like she's five.
notmyownage: (*goes "uhhhh"*)

Re: Get Changed - ACE [03]

[personal profile] notmyownage 2011-01-20 05:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Ooo, a leader to stand behind. Like, possibly literally behind. Cara was a little scary.

"Think she just wants to see us mostly naked?"

Re: Get Changed - ACE [03]

[identity profile] pyromanyac.livejournal.com 2011-01-20 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Good, Charlie needed to pull more protestants to her side.

"She wants to make a point for the excercise, and I get it, but fuck it, I'm not removing my clothes. This is fucking high school." And she would have added another 'so fuck it' for good measure, but she was saving that one for later.
notmyownage: (Default)

Re: Get Changed - ACE [03]

[personal profile] notmyownage 2011-01-20 10:49 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, it is a private school," Claudia noted. "Those are known for being weird." Then she remembered she was meant to be supporting the cause. "But I'm pretty sure this is so not what my social worker had in mind."

Re: Get Changed - ACE [03]

[identity profile] pyromanyac.livejournal.com 2011-01-21 12:01 am (UTC)(link)
Not helping, Claudia. "I agree with your social worker. So, not losing any clothes today for me." She could either join her or get naked, Charlie wouldn't complain...as long as they stayed away from her.

Re: Get Changed - ACE [03]

[identity profile] pyromanyac.livejournal.com 2011-01-21 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes well, whatever." One of them was clearly five, at least?

Re: Get Changed - ACE [03]

[identity profile] pyromanyac.livejournal.com 2011-01-21 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
"I prefer to go into that shitty pool with my clothes on and get wet and what not for the duration of the class before undressing." And somewhere in that cocky sentence was a little pleading tone.

"Tell the Doctor guy, whatever. It's not your fault."