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fandomhigh2011-06-21 09:26 am
raspberryturk) wrote in fandomhigh2011-06-21 09:26 am
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Attitude: Just Deal With It - Tuesday, Period 2
Today, Reno's students had been handwavily informed to meet at the main campfire, and to wear clothes they didn't mind running around the woods in. Specifically, ones they didn't mind ruining.
Why?
They'd probably figure it out for themselves when they saw the heap of paintball guns, ammo, and safety gear. And it would probably become abundantly clear when they saw that Reno had taken it a step beyond, and had filled several large buckets with water balloons. Which were also filled with paint.
"Yo, Rookies!" Reno himself was decked out in a suit that had clearly been on the receiving end of a few such water balloons in the past. He'd been on the island long enough, he was getting to be an old paintball veteran. "Today's final is gonna be whatever you make of it, yo. I got paintball equipment here, enough for all of you, and I went and marked off a chunk of the preserve for you guys to run around in. In the woods? Gift certificates for Pizza Planet an' Chilly Boulder. Enough for each of you to have one. Your mission if you choose to accept it is to get in there an' raise hell until you find one of each. When you're done that, you're dismissed. Bring your paintball crap back here an' go enjoy your large pizza an' sundae, yo."
What this had to do with attitude, the world might never know.
But it seemed like it would be fun. Or amusing. Or both. And so Reno was totally game.
[OCD up, and class is in session!]
Why?
They'd probably figure it out for themselves when they saw the heap of paintball guns, ammo, and safety gear. And it would probably become abundantly clear when they saw that Reno had taken it a step beyond, and had filled several large buckets with water balloons. Which were also filled with paint.
"Yo, Rookies!" Reno himself was decked out in a suit that had clearly been on the receiving end of a few such water balloons in the past. He'd been on the island long enough, he was getting to be an old paintball veteran. "Today's final is gonna be whatever you make of it, yo. I got paintball equipment here, enough for all of you, and I went and marked off a chunk of the preserve for you guys to run around in. In the woods? Gift certificates for Pizza Planet an' Chilly Boulder. Enough for each of you to have one. Your mission if you choose to accept it is to get in there an' raise hell until you find one of each. When you're done that, you're dismissed. Bring your paintball crap back here an' go enjoy your large pizza an' sundae, yo."
What this had to do with attitude, the world might never know.
But it seemed like it would be fun. Or amusing. Or both. And so Reno was totally game.
[OCD up, and class is in session!]