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Today, when students walked into class, they'd find that the Danger Shop was programmed to look like an island with a small boat wrecked ashore.

"The deserted island," Belle greeted them, looking a little out of place in her blue gown, though she had a parasol to shield herself from the glaring sun. "So popular in fiction, so unrealistic in real life. Generally, we see four different versions of this trend -- the one-man island, which is a smaller island than this, usually with just one or two occupants and a single palm tree, often featured in cartoons and other visual media; the treasure island, where pirates seek their fortune and find out whether X marks the spot; the island of monsters, where characters are trapped with their foes against their will, with no means of escape.

"Thankfully, we're not on any of those. We're on a traditional castaway island. Most characters who end up on a deserted island -- there's no such thing as a desert island, by the way -- are shipwrecked, or otherwise abandoned. Characters must fight for survival, determine their leaders, face whatever might inhabit the wild, and ultimately, find a way off the island, whether by rescue or their own ingenuity."

She turned and faced the class with a smile. "And that's where you come in, today. I want you to figure out whether you'd try to get off the island, and implement your strategy, or whether you'd attempt to adapt to island life -- how and why? Play around, and give me your answer by the end of class. You can work in groups or pairs if you'd like, or go it solo."

[APPARENTLY I AM ALSO 'SOME USERS.' JFC I HAVE BEEN TRYING TO POST THIS SINCE LIKE 12:30.]

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"Handy footholds." Gabrielle couldn't help laughing. "Good one. If I had my staff with me, I could give it a whack, but . . ."

She wasn't in the habit of bringing it to class, but more relevant to the moment she was eyeing Rilla's boots, wide-eyed.

"Better your shoes than mine. Why not?"

Her wearing anything with heels like that? Likely to end in disaster for anyone within a ten meter radius.

Rilla sat down on convenient chunk of driftwood and began the slightly laborious process of taking the boot off. So many little buttons!

"I'd offer to just jump on one, but I have a feeling how that would end and it isn't very dignified for me."

"Sounds like what would happen if I tried," Gabrielle admitted, laughing. "Let's avoid jumping on the round things unless we absolutely have to, all right?"

"Or at leas until we can guarantee no one else will be watching us," Rilla replied, giggling.

She held her boot out triumphantly. "Here!"

"Thank you very much, Miss Blythe," Gabrielle said grandly, reaching for the boot. "Okay then, coconut -- you're going down."

She'd already put it on the ground. Details.

"Not too hard," Rilla cautioned. "I'll need the boot after class is over."

"You'd be walking around really funny otherwise," Gabrielle remarked, and gave the coconut a whack.

. . . and ended up smacking herself in the forehead with the boot on the ricochet.

"I meant to do that."

"Of course you did," Rilla said stoutly.

Gabrielle rubbed at her forehead then used the heel of the boot to whack gingerly a few more times at the coconut hull to no avail (but with 100% less forehead-smacking).

"Oh, I don't know. I think we'll need something a lot sharper than this," she finally concluded.

Or they could get a young coconut. Wacky notion.

"I'm not one of those violent students who always carries three knives and a rifle," Rilla said fretfully, looking around for something sharp.

"Neither am I," Gabrielle replied with a rueful laugh. "I don't have the cleavage to pull off a breast dagger."

Much less be able to pop it out and aim it at someone by flexing her chest, Xena.

She picked through a few rocks, but the unfortunate thing about rocks near the ocean was that most of them tended to be worn smooth. (Except for that one conveniently jagged one she hadn't come across.)

"Maybe we should figure out other ways to find water? Just finding out how to open this thing looks like thirsty work."

Unfortunately for Gabrielle, Rilla hadn't progressed along with the entire conversation.

"Breast dagger??"

Good, Gabrielle. Good one.

"Yeah, it . . ." She gestured vaguely toward her chest, trying (and possibly failing) to illustrate storing an imaginary weapon in her cleavage ~~where the toothpick doll of Xena was instead~~. "It kept falling out."

"Why would you put it there?"

Granted, Rilla didn't have a lot...there...there either, but it wasn't her first thought as to a place for holding weapons.

A very cute clutch purse was.

Gabrielle waved a hand at her TOTALLY PRACTICAL FOR TRAVELING, REALLY outfit.

"Well, where else would I put it?"

"Your shoe, maybe?" Rilla offered feebly.

Gabrielle examined her boots, which came up to about mid-calf, laced up tight, and were made of very thin leather. "I don't know . . . that might be a bad idea. I don't usually need them for anything other than cooking, anyway. Although now I think I should worry about packing in case I end up on a deserted island. One with coconuts."

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