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.

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Re: Later in Class [9/02]

[psychoticbiotic.livejournal.com]

"These guys are gonna do something stupid no matter what, but I like the way you think," Jack said. "Craft's like magic?"

She hadn't believed in magic a week before, but it seemed like she was just going to have to roll with it.

Re: Later in Class [9/02]

[harpy-daughter.livejournal.com]

"Yes," Surreal replied, calling in a throwing knife and flipping back-and-forth over her fingers before vanishing it again. "Calling fire's easiest for me, but I can walk on air for a little bit, create shields, call items to myself, stuff like that."

Not mentioning passing through walls or blasts of pure Craft, because of course Surreal wasn't going to let the teacher know everything right off the bat. See above: underestimating.