Everything’s A Weapon, Wednesday, Period 1

[raspberryturk]

Ugh. It was too goddamned early in the morning for this class, wasn't it? Not that Reno was complaining any. He had a coffee in hand and he'd set up the Danger Shop to look like an old favorite scenario of his from a class that he'd co-taught once before, with Cindy.

Yeah, it was the old toy store program, with a rack of teddy bears just inside the doors. A little farther in was a display of pogo sticks. The amount of toys within was practically staggering, really. Reno had not picked a small toy store by any means. But, before anyone could get too attached to the idea that they might be in the wrong class, Reno was raising his coffee in greeting and finally speaking up.

"If you're here looking to learn how to beat on shit with unusual improvised weapons, yes, you're all in the right place, rookies. Welcome to 'Everything's a Weapon,' yo." See? Now people could be totally confident that this wasn't some huge mistake, right? "Yeah, this is that class where you all get tossed at whatever scenario I can come up with, and then I throw an enemy at you, and then you beat it off or at least keep it from killing you using only your wits and whatever you can find in the setting provided, yo. Why? Because sometimes all hell breaks loose, and you don't conveniently already have the tools you need in order to survive. This class is less about killing shit, and more about working on your improvisation skills."

A beat.

"And your flexibility. Maybe your teamwork. And yeah, your ability to beat things senseless with whatever you can grab, yo. It's a multi-purpose class."

Happy you were taking it, yet?

"A few ground rules for this class I'm gonna lay out here and now. First one is, no bringing outside weapons into these workshops. For one, they won't have Danger Shop protocols on them the same way the stuff in here will. You hurt yourself or a classmate because you decided to cheat, I get in shit, and then I will make damn sure the rest of your life on the island is hell. You don't want to know how. Just trust me, I'm good at that sort of thing, yo." It was a good threat if you knew anything about Reno, at least. "Anyway it defeats the purpose. If you're gonna have your own weapons on you in here, why are you even in the class, right? For that matter, I'm gonna ask any of you with powers to try not to use those here, too. Once again, if you're just gonna conjure a bazooka or light these things on fire with your brain, why are you even here?"

Target practice? Tormenting your classmates? Paperwork error? Reno didn't care. His classroom, his rules.

"Today, we're gonna keep your assignments pretty simple. First, I wanna know who I'm dealing with. Name, class, previous weapon experience, and why you're here takin' this workshop, yo. And then I'm gonna set you all loose on the toy store. Find an object here you think would make a good weapon. You've got ten minutes to pick a good one. If something were to happen, remember, that's ten minutes more than you'd actually get. Make this one count, yo. Oh, and if anyone is interested in playin' Rookie for the rest of the term, I'm in the market for a TA. Come talk to me after class."

[OOC: Open Have fun!]

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[raspberryturk]

Like you've stumbled into Toyland first thing in the morning.

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[notacokeperson.livejournal.com]

Karina Lyle

Lecture!

[raspberryturk]

In a toy store! You can be distracted by that stand of pogo sticks if you really want to. Reno will understand.

He'll silently judge you for not paying attention. But he'll understand.

Introductions!

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Name, class, weapons experience, and what you're doing here! Go!

Re: Introductions!

[notacokeperson.livejournal.com]

Well, she had to admit the class was about on par with what she'd thought it'd be. Karina could cope with this. She hoped.

"I'm Karina Lyle," she said, when it was her term. "Rising senior, I guess." Which seemed wrong, but who was she to argue--no, don't answer that. "I've gone hunting with my dad before and I've been paperwork errored into Batman's classes a few times, but I'm pretty terrible with weapons, except maybe guns."

Only the bit about Batman's classes being a paperwork error was a lie. Though there was a rather significant amount of omission going on in her weapons experience...

"This was another paperwork error," no, it wasn't, this had been her first pick of a class, "but now that I'm here, it sounds like it'd be useful for making it through what the island throws at us."

Re: Introductions!

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

"Barry Ween. I'm a fucking senior. I can build a laser canon out of a VCR. Blah, blah, blah, let's beat the shit out of something."

Barry might have been a little testy due to a ghost weeping at the end of his bed most of the night.

Re: Introductions!

[pasunereveuse.livejournal.com]

"Celia Bowen, I'm an upcoming junior, and I have absolutely no weapons experience," she admitted with a shy little wave. "Um, I can do magic -- I can manipulate the physical properties of things -- temperature, size, the like -- and I'm...telekinetic, so I have that much going for me. But I'm fairly useless in combat simply because improvising weapons isn't something I've ever had to do, so I figured this might not be a bad idea."

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[dauntless-four.livejournal.com]

"I'm Four, I'll be a junior," Four began. "I'm trained in pistols, semi-automatic rifles, and throwing knives, as well as hand-to-hand combat. I never want to be caught without a way to defend myself."

Paranoia, party of one?

Re: Introductions!

[not_a_moonie]

"Hi, I'm Alana, I'm a junior," Alana rattled off easily. The class seemed like it would be a good one. "I took a weapons class with Professor Bond last spring, and a hand-to-hand combat class before that. Plus back at home we did a couple combat drills in school. So I'm not an expert or anything, but I can take care of myself. I'm here 'cause I want to keep getting better."

She didn't want to be a soldier, but with the way things were going on Landfall lately, she wanted to be certain she was ready to stay alive if she did get drafted.

Re: Introductions!

[kenselvren.livejournal.com]

"Jalian d'Arsennette y ken Selvren." Jalian nodded to Reno. She remembered him from the weapons shop, and he seemed to be one of the more useful males she'd met. "I have knife, spear, and bow training. I'm not as familiar with things from this timeline, and it's best to learn everything I can; attackers don't give warning."

Another for the paranoia party!

She sighed and pulled a knife out of each boot, the visible one at her waist, the one hidden under her shirt, the one at her wrist, and the slender one in her ponytail. "I'm not giving these to you," she clarified just in case. "Only leaving them until class is over." It was an annoying rule, but she could see the point of it.

Re: Introductions!

[bearmaidenfair]

"I am Vider Bearskin," Vider introduced herself. "I'm a junior, and I've received basic training with a variety of weapons, like anyone would at home, plus I've been doing some more intense training in the last year, since I became a berserker. I'm probably best with a spear, but I want to improve my sword work. I'm here because...I'm a berserker. I need to know how to fight."

Re: Introductions!

[nobloodymessiah.livejournal.com]

All right, this was a rather compelling way of forcing people to choose weapons in unlikely environments. Eleanor respected that.

"Eleanor Lamb, a junior this fall, and my primary weapon was a rather long spike attached to my wrist," she explained. "I've also had experience with guns, but very little. I took this class because one never knows when one might need to improvise."

Re: Introductions!

[notamascot]

"I'm Kaylin Neya and I'll be a freshman this year," Kaylin said. "I'm pretty good with daggers, not as good with swords, and I had one lesson with a gun. I didn't actually choose to be here, but where I grew up you did a lot of fighting with whatever you could find, so I think this could be useful."

Be thankful, Reno. Kaylin might actually pay attention and learn something here.

Re: Introductions!

[spin_kick_snap]

It took Kathy a minute to realize when it was her turn, she was making lists in her head about what she'd need to build up a decent arsenal.

"Oh!" she said, blushing, when she realized that the class was waiting on her. "Sorry! Sorry. Uhh, my name is Kathy Li and I'll be a junior in the fall. I don't really have weapon experience, and, uhh, the last time I got into a fight--" which had been Monday night "--I was using gymnastic ribbons. Which is a better weapon than it sounds," she added, a little lamely. "I guess I'm here to learn about other options? You can get arrested for carrying knives or gun or something, but who's gonna stop a girl from carrying random stuff in her purse?"

Choose Your Weapon!

[raspberryturk]

You have a whole moddable toy store at your disposal! Run rampant, go nuts! Find what you think would be the best weapon in case you ever had to totally wing it, for whatever reason, in the middle of a toy store! You know you always wanted to play with Barrel-of-Monkey throwing stars. Don’t deny it.

Re: Choose Your Weapon!

[notacokeperson.livejournal.com]

It probably wasn't a surprise that Karina went first for the water guns, right? While she couldn't use her powers, a water gun wasn't that much different from an ice gun, and it was nice to have something that was familiar, just in case she needed it.

She then tracked down bubble solution to provide her with ammunition for her gun, since she wasn't sure if the simulation extended to the bathrooms, so she could get water, and wasting her time looking for them only for them to, you know, not exist seemed stupid. Besides, Karina figured the bubbles were more in the spirit of the challenge.

Once her gun was set up, she grabbed a skipping rope.

In the spirit of the challenge, she'd use the skipping rope first. The water/bubble gun was the back-up plan.

Re: Choose Your Weapon!

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

Since the projectile weapons seemed limited to the non-lethal variety and Barry wouldn't have his normal tools to upgrade them, Barry went with a pair of wooden toy hockey sticks.

Re: Choose Your Weapon!

[dauntless-four.livejournal.com]

Four thought that the bicycle tire pumps would make a pretty good weapon, so he grabbed that and a huge box of Legos, just in case someone was trying to sneak up on him. Stepping on those, even in shoes, hurt.

Re: Choose Your Weapon!

[kenselvren.livejournal.com]

Jalian took a few minutes just to look over the unfamiliar things. Most of them seemed fairly flimsy, unfortunately. She found a baseball bat sturdy metal club, though, and some darts odd but sharp projectiles.

On her way back to the others, she spotted something else, and grabbed two of the boxes.

Re: Choose Your Weapon!

[nobloodymessiah.livejournal.com]

Eleanor was in an aisle with an excess of pink -- apparently, this was intended for young girls. So be it.

She found a tiny guitar (http://www.toysrus.com/product/index.jsp?productId=4082048&cp=2255956.2262937.4043072.3703682&parentPage=family) with what appeared to be princesses painted on. It would work as a blunt object; one good thwack would splinter the wood, presumably, but some of those edges might be nicely sharp. If all else failed, one could use the guitar strings as garrotes.

Re: Choose Your Weapon!

[notamascot]

Kaylin grabbed a bunch of whatever the hell Yo-Yos were, a pogo stick, and a metal slinky, which she straightened out into bigger loops of a makeshift garrote.

Re: Choose Your Weapon!

[spin_kick_snap]

Kathy didn't have a lot of weapons training, but she did have an imagination. And the speed to make a lot of things happen in ten minutes. The first thing she went for were the gymnastics ribbons because she had the most experience with those. Sadly, the ones here were flimsy and light, which meant that after one attempt to fling one, she was setting it aside with a disgusted sigh.

Which just meant more to improvise, she guessed.

At the end of ten minutes, Kathy was loaded for bear. A stuffed animal net was fastened to her hip, filled with regulation-sized pool balls. A pool cue was being carried in her off-hand, and a bola made from three X-box controllers was slung around her neck. Next to her were a handful of lawn darts--hadn't those been recalled back in, like, the 80s?--and she had cracked open several yo-yo water balls and was dipping the ends of 'torches' (baseball bats with doll clothes wrapped around the end) into the liquid. She remembered her mom finding out that the yo-yos weren't filled with water, but flammable diesel hydrocarbons.

Which was why there was an E-Z Bale Oven plugged in behind her, merrily baking a mini-cake and providing a source of heat for if an ignition source was needed.

She might have been whistling while she worked.

Hey, Yeah, Play With Your To-OH SHIT

[raspberryturk]

Just as your ten minutes is up and it's time to check back in with Reno, a low rumbling can be heard from nearby, followed shortly after by a deafening roar. A moment later, a huge stuffed dragon swoops down overhead, sending toy displays crashing to the floor and eyeing up anybody unfortunate enough to be out in the open.

When he opens his mouth he breathes bubbles instead of fire, and when you hit him he squeaks. But all the same, he’s out to get you. Do something about that with your improvised weaponry, kids.

Pair up if you like and mod your dragon attacks, as well as how you think your improvised weapon will hold up against the great plushy beast. Feel free to run away and find something else, but no real weapons or powers, please!

Re: Hey, Yeah, Play With Your To-OH SHIT

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

"Seriously?" Barry groaned. "A fucking toy dragon?"

He rolled his eyes and leaped into the air going into an escrima attack mode with his dual toy hockey sticks.

Talk to Reno!

[raspberryturk]

Who is going to be sticking around until after everyone is cleared out.

Look, it's a toy store sim. You can't blame him, can you?

Oh, that, and he's interested in seeing if anyone wants to be TA this semester. As ya do.

Re: Talk to Reno!

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

Oh, look. There's Barry holding a cup of coffee and smirking at Reno.

"Morning former boss," Barry said with a smirk. "Seriously? Toy dragon?"

OOC!

[raspberryturk]

I might have completely forgotten that TAs were a thing until this morning when I went to post this.

If you're interested in the position, please come talk to Reno! He's looking for one or two, yo.