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fandomhigh2014-07-02 07:50 am
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Everything’s A Weapon, Wednesday, Period 1
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!]
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!]
Re: Talk to Reno!
Re: Talk to Reno!
Less a mascot, more a minion.
Re: Talk to Reno!
Re: Talk to Reno!
Reno shrugged.
"Could be good experience for this Hawk thing you want so bad."
Re: Talk to Reno!
"Yes, definitely," Kaylin said. "I would like that. Especially since it doesn't seem that my lack of tact would be a liability."
Hah, take that, Marcus!