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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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"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?"

"First of all," Carter said through clenched teeth, trying to resist the urge to smack him, "I don't know about you, but I'd personally rather spend some time in jail for doing something stupid than have a limb blown the hell off because I did something even more idiotic."

"You want the real scenario, smart guy? If you're in enemy territory, you leave it like it is and get the hell out of there. If you're not, you take the time to build a protective barrier between you and the device and either detonate it or dismantle it from a distance."

"You don't," she sneered, "Poke at it with sticks."

John resists the urge to poke her with a stick. Or maybe poke isn't the word.

"Right. It's much better to just leave it in the middle of the shop and forget about it, or waste time building some sort of barricade instead of doing something about it right away. Beause it gets more stable with age, and we won't draw a crowd the longer this sits. So that's your idea? Barrier with remote demo? I agree. That's a brilliant plan. But while you're building that, this thing could go off and then you'd be up shit creek still."

"All right. THAT'S ENOUGH." Mac stands up. "This conversation is over as is this class."

John grabs his collection of parts and throws them into the cart, pissed off. He heads out the door.

"So you're going to rush into an unstable situation and possibly make it more unstable? When there are people standing around who could be injured?"

"First objective is always to minimize the damage, Connor," her voice became steely with the weight of past experience and command.

"To yourself and to any others. You clear the area of any morons who might be standing around gawking so that if the device goes off while you're building your barrier, you're the only one who dies. When you play with explosives, that's always the risk you take. Suck it up or get the hell out of the game."

Re: Because He Said I Could

apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com - 2005-11-18 04:54 (UTC) - Expand

[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]

[*laughs* Well, John's life was a bit less angsty than Nate's -- Nate's wife? Killed by his clone. His son? Kidnapped and raised as a psycho who followed him back in time, the clone blew up his mercenary team in the Yucatan (while they were working for his psycho-son, who he didn't know was his son), then chained Nate's new girlfriend to a wall for a year. THEN, one of the guys Nate doesn't really like killed his psycho-son, because he was trying to turn himself into Apocalypse... Plus, he's trying to change the future by futzing around in the past, and his sister created a whole religion around his parents, and he's the Chosen One...

And that's just the tip of the iceberg.

Apocalypse is bad. Very bad. He's Darwin with super powers and a long-term plan to use them to turn the world into his own version of paradise.

Nah. I was just amused and making a bad jok.]

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