fandomhigh | The Modern Workplace and You [Friday, period 1]

Today the class met in the Danger Shop, and today, it was minus...one of their teachers. Which was mostly ominous because it meant Cheryl had to teach by herself, and it was especially ominous because the Danger Shop was a done up as a dimly-lit winding two-lane highway with plenty of ~~moddable~~ obstacles. Oh, and there were a bunch of really fast-looking cars behind her, too. Yep.

DUN DUN DUN.

But at least Cheryl was as back-to-normal as she ever got, so there was something. She had her arms crossed when the students came in today, leaning against a big, muscley black car. "Hi, hi, hi, whatever, hi," she greeted them, vaguely waving at various students. "So you're all normal again? I mean, for whatever passes for normal with you guys, right? Sweet." That meant the Terminator was at least less Terminator-y, so she could sleep easier now.

She pushed away from the car, exhaling sharply. "Well, Pam was gonna teach you guys how to drift-race today -- she had some way it tied into HR and cooperation or something, but you'll have to ask her about it next week. I couldn't hear her little metaphor about pit crews and teamwork over the sound of her barfing this morning." She angrily kicked one of the Dodge's tires. "Stupid fat ho got herself all hungover so now I have to figure out racecars so -- fuck it. Whatever. You guys are gonna race cars. You can do that by yourselves or in little teams against each other, whatever works, or just, like...drive really fast and don't race. I don't care at all. Don't run each other or we'll get sued, and if you crash one of those cars, you have to pay the Japanese fucks who keep calling our house."

Cheryl didn't understand the Danger Shop very well. Probably best to keep it that way, kids.

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Like you get to be a race car driver!

Paddra Nsu-Yeul

Cecil Gershwin Palmer

Joker Moreau

Rilla Blythe

Raven Darkholme

Elsa of Arendelle

Such as it is.

She seriously would not care if you took them apart and set it on fire instead of driving them. (I take that back -- she'd prefer that.) But they're all drivable and the cars themselves can be totally moddable if you have a car in mind!

Yeul... didn't know how to drive, so she wasn't driving one, and was instead just looking at the cars and wondering what she should do.

Cecil had gotten his Offensive Driving scout badge the first time he'd been fourteen, so he was perfectly willing to race. Offensively, if necessary.

He was taking one of the smaller cars, though, because they might offer less protection, but he could reach the pedals a bit better.

Joker pulled up next to Cecil and revved his engine. "Wanna show me whatcha got?"

"Sure!" Cecil grinned at him and revved back, taking stock of any weaponry this car might have (it was sadly lacking, but he would make do).

Oh, this would end well.

Well, if Cecil needed weapons in order to drive offensively, he was in trouble.

Joker gave him a nod. "FIVE. FOUR. THREE. TWO. ONE. GO!" And he was off. He was still a little unfamiliar with the controls on a standard car, and he was driving conservatively so he didn't hurt himself yanking on the wheel or stomping on the pedals, but he was damn good at piloting tons of metal so that it didn't hit anything.

Cecil didn't need them, they just helped. Sort of like calculators.

His own car didn't have quite as much power as Joker's, and he wasn't exactly a skilled pilot. He was a good enough driver not to get killed on Route 800, though, and he was definitely stomping on his pedals.

Considering that Route 800 was probably about as much like an average highway as the line of cars flying a few meters off the deck of Arcturus Station, that was impressive.

Joker deftly maneuvered around a line of orange construction barrels and swung wide on a turn, and then started edging over towards Cecil, trying to force him off the road.

Cecil, for his part, was torn between offensive driving instincts and not wanting to cause any accidents that might really hurt Joker. He wasn't sure how far he trusted the Danger Shop; he'd seen Galaxy Quest!

He braked, swerved, and sped up to try to get around him.

Joker had a big ol' grin on his face. No, driving wasn't the same as flying a ship, but there were plenty of similarities. He strapped his crutches into the passenger seat -- like he was going to just leave them lying around, with this teacher? -- and took off in a squeal of tires.

Who probably is glad to be back.

Who is more lucid than usual because Pam was hogging the bathroom with her stupid hangover.

Tomorrow is my biiiiiirthday so I'm getting all my errands done today, BUT I'll be around a ton later due to having the day off from work, whoo!

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