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fandomhigh2011-07-13 12:06 am
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Everything's A Weapon, Wednesday, Period 3
Notices had been handwavily sent out to all the students, informing them to dress for a day at the beach, which probably meant that no one was surprised to find the Danger Shop set up as an idyllic beach scene. Off to the right, burgers and hot dogs and ears of corn were sizzling on a grill. Next to the grill sat an open cooler, filled with ice and soda and snacks. Several large beach umbrellas offered shade to brightly colored towels leading off to the left, where a beach volleyball net was set up. There were even a few kayaks pulled up out of the water in case anyone wanted to go for a quick ride. There were also several baskets of flip-flops and suntan lotions, just in case anyone was worried about getting burned.
“Hey,” Cindy said with a wave, relaxing in a portable hammock. Peeking over the tops of her sunglasses, she gave the students a smile. “Are you glad not to be a pony anymore?”
“I know I sure as hell am,” Reno, who was clad in a pair of black swim trunks with happy yellow chocobos all over them, stated with a roll of his eyes. “If I had to come to this class as a little friggin’ horse, I’d have set you all up with little maps of the island an’ got you to spend classtime kickin’ at ‘em with your hind legs, yo.” Reno smirked, and then clasped his hands behind his head. “Either way, we’re stuck in London, and it’s been lookin’ like it’s tryin’ to compete with Japan for most rainy days on record since summer started, so we get a beach party today, yo. I know, I know, how are you ever gonna cope? I say deal, kids. Deal.”
Such a difficult request.
“We have extra sunglasses if you’re worried about getting blinded from the glare coming off of Reno’s legs,” Cindy added with a laugh. She gestured towards the rest of the beach, set up for their enjoyment. “So, yeah. Hang out, relax, enjoy a real summer day while enjoying the benefits of opposable thumbs. That batch of burgers should be about done, too, if anybody’s hungry.” She leaned back, picking up a novel and an umbrella’d drink. “We’re getting kicked out of here at the end of class, so better enjoy yourself while you can.”
“Hey,” Cindy said with a wave, relaxing in a portable hammock. Peeking over the tops of her sunglasses, she gave the students a smile. “Are you glad not to be a pony anymore?”
“I know I sure as hell am,” Reno, who was clad in a pair of black swim trunks with happy yellow chocobos all over them, stated with a roll of his eyes. “If I had to come to this class as a little friggin’ horse, I’d have set you all up with little maps of the island an’ got you to spend classtime kickin’ at ‘em with your hind legs, yo.” Reno smirked, and then clasped his hands behind his head. “Either way, we’re stuck in London, and it’s been lookin’ like it’s tryin’ to compete with Japan for most rainy days on record since summer started, so we get a beach party today, yo. I know, I know, how are you ever gonna cope? I say deal, kids. Deal.”
Such a difficult request.
“We have extra sunglasses if you’re worried about getting blinded from the glare coming off of Reno’s legs,” Cindy added with a laugh. She gestured towards the rest of the beach, set up for their enjoyment. “So, yeah. Hang out, relax, enjoy a real summer day while enjoying the benefits of opposable thumbs. That batch of burgers should be about done, too, if anybody’s hungry.” She leaned back, picking up a novel and an umbrella’d drink. “We’re getting kicked out of here at the end of class, so better enjoy yourself while you can.”
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