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Fandom High Lacrosse Club, The Danger Shop, Thursday After Classes

Yes, they were back in the Danger Shop. Even after the... malfunction they'd experienced last time. Jackson wasn't the type to just give up, and he'd looked into things, so he was fairly confident things were going to go his way this time. So far, so good: the current simulation was a fairly accurate reproduction of the locker rooms at his old school. And there was a simulation of a man standing up front. He looked wild-eyed and intense, and was also a pretty accurate depiction of the real thing. And Jackson wasn't going to explain this set up at all, he just let the simulation play.

"All right people, gather up, and listen up!" the simulated man said, gesturing for everyone to get closer. "That means you too, Greenberg!"

There was no Greenberg. No comment on whether that just made it even more lifelike. The man – Coach Simstock, if you will – squared his shoulders and began to speak with great gravitas. "Good morning. In less than an hour, aircraft from here will join others from around the world. And you will be launching the largest aerial battle in the history of mankind. "Mankind." That word should have new meaning for all of us today. We can't be consumed by our petty differences anymore. We will be united in our common interests." In case anyone thought this fet familiar, yes, it was the speech from ~~meta for~~ Independence Day. And no, this wasn't a glitch. "Perhaps it's fate that today is the Fourth of July, and you will once again be fighting for our freedom... Not from tyranny, oppression, or persecution... but from annihilation. We are fighting for our right to live. To exist. And should we win the day, the Fourth of July will no longer be known as an American holiday, but as the day the world declared in one voice: "We will not go quietly into the night!" We will not vanish without a fight! We're going to live on! We're going to survive! Today we celebrate our Independence Day!"

He waited for their applause. It never came: Jackson froze the simulation. "That was Coach Finstock from Beacon Hills High," he explained. Looking rather smug that that sim had gone like it was supposed to. "It just felt like a good time to give you a taste of what lacrosse players out in the real world may experience right before a big game." Namely, lunatic ramblings from a coach who was actually pretty good at his job if you paid no attention to how batshit he seemed to be. "We get that speech every year. Do you feel inspired now?"

He wasn't going to wait for an answer, just pointed towards the doors. "Whatever, you're going out there now anyway." The doors out of the locker room opened... to a field made entirely of bouncy castles. Jackson... Jackson was just going to go beat his head against a wall, now. Or, wait, no. He was going to pretend that was intentional. "Bouncing... is good for your balance, and your muscles. This is your training for the day."

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Wonder why you're in a locker room when you've already changed elsewhere.

Ulrik was here, yes. And perhaps a little curious about Jackson's apparent fondness for locker rooms.

Stiles was racking up those Portalocity miles because he wanted to be back to school in time for lacrosse practice. That was totally the reason. It wasn't because he wanted to avoid seeing his dad until his neck healed from the hickey and claw ravaging it had this week. Really.

It was pretty impressive that Stiles would rather be here considering the last person he wanted to be around at the moment was anybody named Jackson Whittemore. This one might not have showed any lizardy qualities yet but Stiles was staring at him (from a considerable distance) just in case he got any ideas about getting all scaley and murderous.

He couldn't even be mad that Jackson totally stole his idea.

He was neither scaley nor murderous! But he did have a tendnecy to notice he was being looked at. Yes, even from afar.

"The hell are you staring at me for, Stilinski? Did you just now realize you should be jealous of my bone structure?"

Yeah your bone structure wasn't all that attractive when you were a lizard, Jackson!

"Get over yourself, I'm not staring at you." Yes, yes he was.

Jackson snorted, and gave him a look that said he was. And that it was pretty pathetic to try claiming otherwise.

"Harboring a little crush, are we?"

"Again with the needing to get over yourself," he said. Contrary to popular belief, Jackson was not everyone's type. "And you stole my Finstock idea."

"Like half a brain cell was needed to come up with that one," Jackson replied, rolling his eyes as he came closer. And then he raised his eyebrows and huffed out a surprised chuckle. "Whoa, looks like someone got a little friendly with your neck. Who's that desperate?"

He was ever so nice.

Stiles immediately slapped a hand against his neck even though he knew that it wouldn't cover the whole thing. "It's not--I mean, it was Derek but it was a weird Fandom thing."

At least here he didn't have to lie and say it was a door that did it to him.

"And, hey! Plenty of people are desperate enough to do that to me!"

"Mm. Not the best comeback." But he really hadn't expected any better. "Derek did that?"

He didn't sound surprised by that, either.

"He was my fiancé at the time." Because that was a good excuse for someone mauling your neck.

"Uh huh," Jackson replied dryly. "So, I'm probably supposed to assume this was last weekend when everyone was crazy, and not that I'm expected to offer condolences that your engagement didn't last."

Not that he would have, but, you know.

"Um duh," he said. "I take it by your tone that you got off scot-free last weekend."

Jackson looked lightly smug about it, too. "Guess the island recognized I have more important things on my plate than some pointless bit of going crazy."

Which was actually pretty funny from someone who suffered from sanity slippage often enough.

"And what important things would that be?" Stiles asked. "I couldn't help but notice you've been awfully calm about the whole werewolf thing."

"Nothing you need to worry your head about." You know, he was just going to try blackmailing Scott, no big deal. "I may need you to cover for me here one of these weeks."

"What?" Yeah those were words he never expected to come out of Jackson's mouth. "You actually trust me with that? What if I try to take over the team?"

Jackson rolled his eyes and refrained from asking 'what team?' even though it might have been a valid response. He was too proud to admit this was mostly just a random group of people.

"Like you could," he scoffed instead. "Are you gonna help out or not? Because I'm sure there are other volunteers."

NOT YOU, LOKI.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll do it," he said. "But for the record I remain weirded out by you and your calmness about all of this."

And also because you were a lizard, Jackson.

Jackson shrugged. "It's simple. I'm not as much of a spaz as you."

No, he was just weirdly determined to make it all work to his advantage.

"Hey, you would be a spaz too if you had to go through the stuff I've had to," Stiles said. "I'd like to see how calm you'd be waking up on top of a handcuffed-to-the-bed Derek Hale."

Sorry, Derek, was he supposed to keep that quiet?

Ohh, here, have a judgey eyebrow raise, Stiles. It doesn't matter if that was Fandom-induced, Jackson was going to judge. For one thing, like any version of Stiles would know what to do with a handcuffed anyone. Please.

(Yeah, Jackson, you just wait a month or two.)

"I'd be calm."

Yeah that would be next week for Stiles and later he would have to wonder why he kept handcuffing people to things.

"You're such a liar, you'd run in fear."

"I'm not afraid of Derek."

He was mostly saying that because Derek wasn't here right now. So, at this exact point in time, he was not afraid of him.

That actually made Stiles laugh. "Dude, you're totally afraid of Derek."

Mercy was here and just waiting to see what insanity was going to ensue this time.

That's his name now.

While it was entirely possible someone in Grantville had a copy of ~~meta for~~ Independence Day (on VHS of course), Ulrik had never seen the film, and so the speech wasn't familiar. Confusing, though, given that it was in fact the 8th of November.

BOUNCY CASTLES. Have fun!

"This..."

"Could..."

"Be..."

"Better..."

"With..."

"Blue..."

"Goo..."

Only because repulsion gel would make it even bouncier.

Try and talk him into bouncing. And/or admitting this was not what he'd planned.

Once he pings in.

Thor was here, as enthused as ever!

Really, the only thing that would make him happier would be if he were allowed to play as well. But students being broken into itty bitty pieces was something he hoped to avoid, so really, it was for the best.

La la la yay Finstock.

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