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fandomhigh2014-07-23 09:27 am
raspberryturk) wrote in fandomhigh2014-07-23 09:27 am
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Everything's a Weapon, Wednesday, Period 1
This week's Danger Shop setup probably gave most students an idea right away as to just what sort of trouble Reno had lined up for you today. There was a gray haze in the air from a few smokers across the room, playing cards at a table. People were knocking back drinks left and right. A jukebox was playing Jailhouse Rock, just barely audible over the noises of the people talking and drinking in the bar. No bar on the island, mind. This one was a little larger and a lot busier than those ones typically were.
All the better for keeping the moving targets coming, really.
"Yo, rookies! This week, I'm gonna keep it simple and straightforward." He nodded to the bar scene behind himself. "You're out drinking for some kinda party. Some asshole says something untoward about some other asshole's.. I dunno... fashion sense or something, and suddenly you're right in the middle of the biggest bar brawl this side of Ingvar, yo."
Behind him, one of the simulated men stood, yelling. Another grabbed a bottle and flipped the table out of the way in order to lunge at him.
"You got the entire population of the bar up and fighting now, and the exit is all the way on the other side of the room. Yeah, they're gonna try to drag you in, and yeah, they're using improvised weapons, too. Mostly bottles, chairs, pool cues... Not much variety, but they're wielding them well, yo. Your mission is to either survive until the cops show up to wrangle these losers, or to find your way out before the cops show up. And remember, no powers, yo."
Reno loved his job. He was going to smirk, take a seat at the bar, and order a drink (simulated though it was) as all hell broke loose in the room.
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All the better for keeping the moving targets coming, really.
"Yo, rookies! This week, I'm gonna keep it simple and straightforward." He nodded to the bar scene behind himself. "You're out drinking for some kinda party. Some asshole says something untoward about some other asshole's.. I dunno... fashion sense or something, and suddenly you're right in the middle of the biggest bar brawl this side of Ingvar, yo."
Behind him, one of the simulated men stood, yelling. Another grabbed a bottle and flipped the table out of the way in order to lunge at him.
"You got the entire population of the bar up and fighting now, and the exit is all the way on the other side of the room. Yeah, they're gonna try to drag you in, and yeah, they're using improvised weapons, too. Mostly bottles, chairs, pool cues... Not much variety, but they're wielding them well, yo. Your mission is to either survive until the cops show up to wrangle these losers, or to find your way out before the cops show up. And remember, no powers, yo."
Reno loved his job. He was going to smirk, take a seat at the bar, and order a drink (simulated though it was) as all hell broke loose in the room.
[Open!]
Re: Fight! Win!
She jumped from the floor to a barstool to the top of the bar, where she perched in a corner and kept an eye on the action. When it had died down enough, she' dslide off the counter and over to the side door.