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Everything’s A Weapon, Wednesday, Period 3
When students filed into the Danger Shop today, they probably wouldn’t be expecting the layout that greeted them. Just a few steps in, after all, there was a shelf stocked quite neatly with teddy bears of all shapes and sizes. A little farther in, a display stand showcasing brightly-colored modelling clay, not far at all from the bin of bouncy balls, just a stone’s throw from the pogo sticks.
Every toy store needed pogo sticks.
Beyond the pogo sticks, finally, were their teachers, Reno with his arms crossed over his chest and a smirk on his lips, and Cindy leaning against a pyramid made from wooden building blocks.
“Yo, rookies!” Another summer term, another group of students starting off with a lowercase ‘R’ from Reno. “I’m Reno, that there is Cindy, an’ welcome to what’s gonna be, for all intents an’ purposes, your high-tech battleground for the week, yo.”
Cindy didn’t have a fancy name for the students, but she did push herself off the pyramid and give them all a smile. “So, this is Everything’s A Weapon. Some people might see this class as an excuse to put you all in ridiculous circumstances and then throw enemies at you for our own entertainment. And those people would be right--up to a point. But with the way life works--especially on this island, but not exclusively so--sometimes bad shit happens. And you’re not always going to be prepared. So you’re here to learn how to think outside the usual conventions and realize that in the right mindset? You can use anything to save your skin.”
“Anything you can find in the settings we toss you at, anyhow,” Reno agreed, grinning. “I catch you bringin’ in your own weapons to these classes, an’ I’ll make you stand in the hallway while your buddies have all the fun without you, yo.” That was totally a valid threat, if you got your kicks out of stuff like this half as much as Reno did. “Today’s exercise is gonna be simple enough. We’re in a toy store. So, first, we wanna know who you guys are. Toss us your names, ages, what you’re doin’ here, and whatever weapons experience you got behind you before this class. And then comes the fun part, yo.”
Cindy’s grin matched Reno’s for pure mischief. “We went over the name and purpose of the class already, so you can probably guess what comes next. You have then entire store to search through. Come back with the best weapon you can find, scavenge, or put together from what you can find in the store. Bonus points for creativity, but functionality is what really counts.”
Their teachers would have no compunctions about looking at a suggested weapon, laughing, and then sending the students back to try again. In fact, they’d probably enjoy it.
“You might want to get going,” Cindy said impishly. “You know you’re going to spend at least a few minutes playing with the toys.”
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Every toy store needed pogo sticks.
Beyond the pogo sticks, finally, were their teachers, Reno with his arms crossed over his chest and a smirk on his lips, and Cindy leaning against a pyramid made from wooden building blocks.
“Yo, rookies!” Another summer term, another group of students starting off with a lowercase ‘R’ from Reno. “I’m Reno, that there is Cindy, an’ welcome to what’s gonna be, for all intents an’ purposes, your high-tech battleground for the week, yo.”
Cindy didn’t have a fancy name for the students, but she did push herself off the pyramid and give them all a smile. “So, this is Everything’s A Weapon. Some people might see this class as an excuse to put you all in ridiculous circumstances and then throw enemies at you for our own entertainment. And those people would be right--up to a point. But with the way life works--especially on this island, but not exclusively so--sometimes bad shit happens. And you’re not always going to be prepared. So you’re here to learn how to think outside the usual conventions and realize that in the right mindset? You can use anything to save your skin.”
“Anything you can find in the settings we toss you at, anyhow,” Reno agreed, grinning. “I catch you bringin’ in your own weapons to these classes, an’ I’ll make you stand in the hallway while your buddies have all the fun without you, yo.” That was totally a valid threat, if you got your kicks out of stuff like this half as much as Reno did. “Today’s exercise is gonna be simple enough. We’re in a toy store. So, first, we wanna know who you guys are. Toss us your names, ages, what you’re doin’ here, and whatever weapons experience you got behind you before this class. And then comes the fun part, yo.”
Cindy’s grin matched Reno’s for pure mischief. “We went over the name and purpose of the class already, so you can probably guess what comes next. You have then entire store to search through. Come back with the best weapon you can find, scavenge, or put together from what you can find in the store. Bonus points for creativity, but functionality is what really counts.”
Their teachers would have no compunctions about looking at a suggested weapon, laughing, and then sending the students back to try again. In fact, they’d probably enjoy it.
“You might want to get going,” Cindy said impishly. “You know you’re going to spend at least a few minutes playing with the toys.”
[Open!]
Re: Assignment 1 - Introductions
The mun might be making a pun, but Cindy wasn't.Re: Assignment 1 - Introductions
"Daggers," she said, calling in a stiletto and flipping it over with ease, offering it to Cindy handle-first. "I promise not to use them in class unless someone is actually trying to stab me."
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"I'm pretty sure this should also go in the weapons locker. I'll assume you're going to be putting that back after class."
Suuuure she was. But, hey, Cindy did her teacherly bit and called it good.
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Sorry, ma'am, but Surreal so was not putting her shinnies in some locker where a curious kid - and by kid she meant anyone not her - could possibly get at them.
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for some inexplicable reason. "I must have been mistaken," she said, lips quirking slightly. That had been something much more than sleight of hand, hmm. "Carry on then."The matter of the knife sorted, Cindy glanced around and asked, "If I were to attack you and you didn't have you knife, what would you say the closest weapon to hand? And what would you do with it?"
Re: Assignment 1 - Introductions