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Teamwork for Jerks, Friday

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 Teamwork, boys and girls. Don't worry, the teacher will explain her point later.

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

Well that escalated quickly.

Barry frowned at the gun as he picked it up. Generally he'd prefer one of his own ~~this one was totally not phallic enough~~.

But when the lights came on, Barry began firing the gun trying to do as many headshots he could before they got any closer.

... What in hell--

All right, no use standing here gawping. Edward dashed for the firearms, though he'd never used one before - or seen one, for that matter.

His aim was poor, but at least he'd found the mechanism that activated the weapon. Small victories.

Jalian eyed the guns, then calculated she was better off killing the things coming at her than trying to learn how to use a new weapon.

She pulled out her two longest knives and went at the things. It turned out they went down fairly well with a knife to the head, too.

Eleanor felt a tingle down her spine. This, she knew how to do. She whipped three fireballs at the nearest husk, watching to see if fire took care of them as handily as bullets would.

Whether or not they did, she was grabbing a gun -- extra weapons never hurt one, especially not if they were lying around, just waiting to be plucked by eager hands. And then she was alive, in the moment, firing headshots and sending more flames out from her fingertips.

She tried to be aware of where her classmates were -- not for assistance either offered or received, but so that she didn't accidentally clip them.

Guns weren't Alex's favorite weapon, but he didn't have a sword on him at the moment, and he could tell his powers weren't going to do him many favors here. So, guns it was, and headshots. Luckily he was good at those.

Four glanced around first to make sure that the rest of the class wasn't panicking, then picked up a gun and made his way to high ground. He found a stable-looking stack of crates, clamored to the top, stopped a moment to tamp down his fear of heights, then looked through the sight of the gun and began firing.

He didn't miss once.

Okay, so everyone else seemed to be in their element here. Kathy, on the other hand, had screamed a little and flung herself backwards, away from the rampaging zombies.

Why were there zombies? Who thought zombies were a good idea? And why didn't any of her classmates seem to accept that this was crazy?!?

Poor Kathy. Fridays were going to kill her.

But at least her powers were useful here! For example, rather than a completely useless jump backwards, she managed to bounce up to the ceiling of the warehouse and cling to a few beams.

Look, it kept her safe and out of the way. You count your victories you way and she'll count hers another.

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