Working Together, Monday, Period 3

[psychoticbiotic.livejournal.com]

Class was held in the Danger Shop today, which was programmed to look like a large warehouse full of crates and boxes. After suitable time to let the students gather, the lights flickered off and the instructor's voice came over the loudspeaker. Jack herself was nowhere to be seen.

"When the lights come on, a bunch of husks are gonna show up," she intoned. "They're mean, they ain't cute, and they fall apart like wet tissue paper with a good headshot. Guns and ammo will be by the door where you came in or use whatever other powers you have. I'm watching. And I have popcorn."

"Oh, and before you wet yourselves, this is all one big sim, so don't freak that you're gonna get killed for real."

And then the lights came back on, revealing the promised husks. They groaned a bit before charging straight at the students.

Welcome to Fandom High, boys and girls. Don't worry, the teacher will explain her point later.

Comments

Re: Later in Class [9/02]

[theoplustwo.livejournal.com]

"Theo Langstrom," he said, rubbing the back of his neck uncomfortably. "I'm a junior and I guess I can contribute -- "

Two really helpful aliens in his head? He probably didn't want to say that.

" -- quickness and endurance. I ran track back home. Cross country. And the husks seemed aggressive. Like there was no rhyme or reason to how they attacked. They just came at you."

Re: Later in Class [9/02]

[psychoticbiotic.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Theo," Jack nodded. "And you're right. They wanna kill. They don't have a tactic besides swarming until they bring something down."

Re: Later in Class [9/02]

[theoplustwo.livejournal.com]

"They're pretty gross looking too."

Just a small thing he'd noticed.

Re: Later in Class [9/02]

[psychoticbiotic.livejournal.com]

"They're dead people who have been converted into killing machines," Jack said, not sounding especially bothered by it. "Not how I wanna go."