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fandomhigh2011-08-03 06:54 am
raspberryturk) wrote in fandomhigh2011-08-03 06:54 am
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Everything’s A Weapon, Wednesday, Period 3
Cindy was not almost vibrating with glee. That was your imagination. She was calm and composed and very professional. Very.
She was also bristling with more hidden guns and other weapons than you could shake a stick--or an electromagnetic rod--at. That might have helped a little.
“So, if any of you have been paying attention, there are weird things wandering around the island right now,” she replied. “We’re a class about combat. I’m guessing you can see where this is going.”
While Reno wasn’t exactly shaking his electro-mag rod around, it was resting quite comfortably on his shoulder. If this freaky-rock-thing and what it was doing to the local wildlife didn’t count as an emergency situation, nothing did.
“We got a couple of options for you today, in light of what’s goin’ on, yo. You can stick around for a pop quiz,” because all hell breaking loose was the perfect time for a pop quiz, “or you can leave early. But if you’re leavin’ early, we wanna know where you’re headed. Back to the dorms, off to the clinic, someplace else for whatever reason,” because they were not stupid enough to think that their students would be smart in an invasion situation and just keep away, “whatever. Don’t go alone. If you need an escort, Cindy an’ me would be more’n happy to help you get there, yo.”
Translation: You’re Fandom teens. You’re in a class about fighting. We know you’re going to want to get out there to do what you can for your home. Please take a responsible (relatively speaking) adult along, at least. Please. Or just go someplace safe.
“And just to make sure you’re all aware,” Cindy added, “we are currently operating under Fandom’s emergency rules. This means that if you have weapons stowed away in the weapon’s locker, you may retrieve them. If you have no experience or real skill with weapons, now is not the time to play hero.” Cindy looked very serious about that point. “Flailing around with a weapon you are not used to just makes you more of a danger to yourself and your classmates.”
“To expand on that,” Reno added, looking more serious than most of his students had probably ever seen him, “while this is a class on improvised weapons, if you have a weapon that you’re familiar with, and you’re plannin’ on goin’ out there, for the love of Ramuh and all that is Holy, take it. This class is to teach you how to think on the fly if you’re stuck in a situation without your usual weapon, yo. If you run out there an’ try to beat up mutant deer with a bowling pin because you think you’re clever, you deserve to get your asses kicked, yo. Don’t be idiots.”
All heart, that Reno.
“So, is everyone clear on what we’re doing today?” Cindy asked. “Students who want an escort back to the dorms, over here.” She pointed to one side of the room. “Students who need an escort to the weapons locker and then to the ‘pop quiz’ over here.” She pointed to the other. “Figure out where you’re going and we’ll begin.”
[Open!]
She was also bristling with more hidden guns and other weapons than you could shake a stick--or an electromagnetic rod--at. That might have helped a little.
“So, if any of you have been paying attention, there are weird things wandering around the island right now,” she replied. “We’re a class about combat. I’m guessing you can see where this is going.”
While Reno wasn’t exactly shaking his electro-mag rod around, it was resting quite comfortably on his shoulder. If this freaky-rock-thing and what it was doing to the local wildlife didn’t count as an emergency situation, nothing did.
“We got a couple of options for you today, in light of what’s goin’ on, yo. You can stick around for a pop quiz,” because all hell breaking loose was the perfect time for a pop quiz, “or you can leave early. But if you’re leavin’ early, we wanna know where you’re headed. Back to the dorms, off to the clinic, someplace else for whatever reason,” because they were not stupid enough to think that their students would be smart in an invasion situation and just keep away, “whatever. Don’t go alone. If you need an escort, Cindy an’ me would be more’n happy to help you get there, yo.”
Translation: You’re Fandom teens. You’re in a class about fighting. We know you’re going to want to get out there to do what you can for your home. Please take a responsible (relatively speaking) adult along, at least. Please. Or just go someplace safe.
“And just to make sure you’re all aware,” Cindy added, “we are currently operating under Fandom’s emergency rules. This means that if you have weapons stowed away in the weapon’s locker, you may retrieve them. If you have no experience or real skill with weapons, now is not the time to play hero.” Cindy looked very serious about that point. “Flailing around with a weapon you are not used to just makes you more of a danger to yourself and your classmates.”
“To expand on that,” Reno added, looking more serious than most of his students had probably ever seen him, “while this is a class on improvised weapons, if you have a weapon that you’re familiar with, and you’re plannin’ on goin’ out there, for the love of Ramuh and all that is Holy, take it. This class is to teach you how to think on the fly if you’re stuck in a situation without your usual weapon, yo. If you run out there an’ try to beat up mutant deer with a bowling pin because you think you’re clever, you deserve to get your asses kicked, yo. Don’t be idiots.”
All heart, that Reno.
“So, is everyone clear on what we’re doing today?” Cindy asked. “Students who want an escort back to the dorms, over here.” She pointed to one side of the room. “Students who need an escort to the weapons locker and then to the ‘pop quiz’ over here.” She pointed to the other. “Figure out where you’re going and we’ll begin.”
[Open!]
Re: OOC
Re: OOC
She'll be bringing cupcakes next week to make up for it.