Working Together, Monday, Period 3

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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

Sign In [9/02]

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Like there's a blue zombie thing coming right at you.

Fight Husks [9/02]

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Kill the zombies. (Or practice passive resistance, should such be your preference. Or just WTF at the whole thing.)

Later in Class [9/02]

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After either all the husks or most of the students were "dead," Jack finally deigned to appear in front of class. She hit a couple buttons on the control panel and made the warehouse and husk goo disappear, replacing them with comfortable sofas.

"So," she said, once everyone had chosen a seat. "That is what it's like fighting more or less on your own. Sucks, right? Which is why -- not to get all sappy -- the people who have your back are so important. Over the next couple months, we're gonna work on how to work as a team, which means listening to each other and setting all the personal drama aside so you can kick some ass.

"My name is Jack. Call me Professor Nought if you want, but it's gonna take me a while to answer. I spent the last year trying to get a bunch of kids ready to fight a war, and I figure you aren't any more hopeless than the last batch. And they did good, by the way." There was some genuine pride in her tone, there.

"I heard you'd be all disappointed if I didn't make you introduce yourselves, so go for it. Names, grades, what you have to contribute to a team, plus anything you noticed while you were fighting husks." She pointed at the lucky person next to her. "You go first."

Talk to Jack [9/02]

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She is there!

OOC [9/02]

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If you kind of recognize the PB and aren't sure why ... this would be why.



Yeah, I went classy on this one.