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Shop Class

As the students walk in they find themselves in a room with several locked boxes. Around them are assorted (virtual) cleaning & gardening supplies.

"All right kids. Today's assignment is to use the supplies around you to blow the lock off the box. Each successful student will find a prize inside the box for you to take home, so don't blow it to smithereens."

((OOC: Blast will not harm students since the safety locks are on. Prizes are real and can be taken home and used at your leisure. Will not be modding the results of your explosion, so do whatever you want.

Big Thanks for Carter!mun who gave me the idea. *kicks muse for not helping sooner*))

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Sam collected all of the remaining pumpkins from the week before and put them in a pile. Inside the pile of pumpkins, she placed the explosives, then nestled the detonator on top of it.

She waited for everyone to get out of the way.

*takes a few steps back, just in case this works. He'd done his bit for field testing au de pumpkin a few weeks ago*

Once everyone was out of the way, Sam fired the detonator and eagerly anticipated the sight of flying pumpkin guts.

Nothing happened.

"Well, that's disappointing."

"Is it a bad detonator?" John puts down the piece of plexiglass that he'd been holding in front of him ~~like audience members at a Ghallager show~~

"I'm not sure," Sam said, reluctant to go near the pile of pumpkins. God forbid she go investigate only to have the explosion be delayed. "I probably screwed something up making the crystals."

"Doubtful. I can see your Anarchist's Cookbook hanging out of your pocket. Faulty blasting cap? This is the danger shop... something could have screwed the programming."

"Mac gave me the cap. I'm assuming it's fine. I really think it's the crystals. Heat probably wasn't hot enough or something."

Her big problem now was how to get the detonator free so she could disassemble the pumpkin pyramid without injuring herself or anyone else.

"Shit. How do we get that detonator? What'd you make the thing out of? Same thing as your lock bomb?"

"I have an idea."

John runs over to the corner of the room and gets the cart he was working on and a length of square tube steel. He lays the cart flat and lays on it, luge syle, holding the steel tube so it sticks out past the metal load tray.

"Thonk it'll work?

Sam gritted her teeth. "I didn't make the detonator, John. I made the explosive crystals. The detonator should still be operational, which is why I didn't just walk over there and yank it out!"

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Um. Luging for bombs?"

She glared at him. "Not hardly."

"Can you think of a better way to get close enough to swat the detonater off your pile of boom?"

It's hard to look authoratative when you look like a reject from "Cool Runnings" but John does a damn find job.

Sam didn't waver. "Not yet, but I am not letting you get near it. You'll ~~shoot yer eye out~~ end up in the clinic, and Doctor Wilson will never shut up about it."

"Hence why I'm going in feet first, with the metal plate between me and 'Splodey. First idea was facefirst. What, I need a longer pole?"

Sam was deadly serious. "You need protective gear, dumbass. Padding, face guard, gloves, heavy metal tongs." She glanced over at Mac. "Wanna back me up on this, teach? Or am I out of line?"

Mac has settled back at his desk and is reading an issue of Popular Mechanics.

"You kids seem to forget that the saftey protocols are locked on here. Nobody can get harmed because it's all 'hard light' equipment."

"Fine." Sam stalked over, plucked the detonator off the pumpkins, and threw it to the floor, crushing it under foot. She whirled around, gathered her things, and walked out of the room.

"Well, if'n we're gonna be all realistic about this, then can't ProfMan just zap the thing away? I mean, it's not a real thing, it's just something fake controlled by a few people for the purposes of seeing what stuff would happen if these things occured normally. It's not like anything in here's real."

~~Except the stuff for the Connor/Carter-Mobile~~

"These are supposed to be real scenarios, John, and you're supposed to take real precautions," Sam fumed, "Because if, God forbid, you're ever in a real situation, those precautions will save your life as surely as your innovative idea."

"Right. Because if we were in a real situation, we would have all the time in the world to kick back and call the bomb squad because exploding pumpkins with homemade explosives is so legal and wouldn't lead to other ramifications," John shot back. "So tell me, in this real scenario, what plan do you have to solve this problem?"

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[ooc: if he loses an eye, I'm gonna start calling him Cable.]

[OOC: Whaa? O.o Or more like x.o ]

[OOC: Whaa? O.o ~~Or more like x.o~~ ]

[ooc: sorry. multi-fandom brain. Er. Cable's from Marvel comics. He's the Saviour of the Future and people tried to kill him all his life, 'cause he was Fated to kill Apocalypse. One of his eyes got messed with because of a techno-organic virus. John Connor is... Cable-lite.]

[ooc: JOHN IS SO NOT CABLE-LITE! HE'S NOT BASIC CABLE, DAMMIT! *John grumbles about being pay-per-view*

So.... Not knowing my Marvel, what's so bad about killing Apocalypse?]

x.O

[you gonna try killing John!Mun by calling him Cable in-game? haha]

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