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How to be a Hired Gun/Merc - Monday - Period Three

Today Jayne sent a wave to have all his students show up at the junk yard for their lesson today.

When the students arrived at the junk yard they would find a large metallic crates lined up by the entrance. For each student their was a crate with their names written on them.

Misspelled of course.

"In the course of working you're going to have cargo," Jayne said as he took a sip from his flask. "Cargo you're not going to want people to find. Could be the military. Could be the local law enforcement. Your job is always to protect the cargo until your buyer can come and pick it up. Sometimes the best way to protect your cargo is to hide it."

He gestured to the junk yard behind him.

"You have 30 minutes to hide your crate in the junk yard. Go."

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Hiding something...

Raven Darkholme

Edward Kenway

Sparkle

Garik Loran

Mara Jade

Loki Laufeyson

Eleanor Lamb

Is it really a lecture or Jayne just telling people to play hide and seek?

So . . . this class assignment actually made sense. It almost even sounded fun.

But Raven was less than a whole day out of Rapture and in a terrible mood, so she rolled her eyes and glared at Jayne, anyway.

... Sparkle had no idea how in the world class had gone from 'move my shit around' to actually being something useful. But he could work with this, sure.

Go hide your crate!

Some of your crates might be heavier than the others depending on how much you've annoyed Jayne.

You know who you are!

"That's not quite right... is it?"

Poor Edward. He'd only learned how to spell out his name two weeks ago. Now he wasn't sure where each 'd' belonged.

He was good at hiding things, though. There was that.

Raven's crate would not budge. She tried lifting it. She tried yanking on it. She tried leaning her whole weight on it and pushing it. She finally managed to get it to slide a couple inches, but not enough to get it out into the yard and hide it.

She did not have the patience for this today. She was tempted to shift into one of those diving suit things from Rapture -- it was the largest, most vicious shape she currently knew -- but remembered at the last moment that Eleanor was in this class, and probably didn't want extra reminders of their trip. So she went with the second largest.

She possibly could have given a shot at mimicking full clothing along with it, but whatever. The leather shorts totally covered all the important bits for social norms.

"Ching-wah TSAO duh liou mahng!¹" Jayne shouted, his cigar falling out of his mount and onto the ground. "How in rutting hell did you do that?"

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¹ Frog humping son of a bitch!

Raven rolled her eyes and glared at him again, an action that potentially had a much different effect in this particular form. "I dunno," she said. "Magic."

She wasn't about to try to explain mutants to this guy.

"Well I'll be a FAY-FAY duh PEE-yen²," Jayne swore and watched Raven move on in complete befuddlement.

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² A baboon's asshole.

"I don't know what that is," Raven said, leaning down and grabbing her crate by the sides. "But you probably already are one."

She would love to just casually sling the crate up onto her back and set off like it was nothing, but she wasn't actually all that much stronger in a shape like this, she just had more leverage. So instead she just lifted it a little, lengthening her arms so she didn't have to hunch, and heaved it off to go find a hiding place.

Okay, ignoring the fact that Sparkle's name wasn't actually spelled, "Spurkel," he was feeling pretty gung-ho about this. Hiding shit so people couldn't find it was something he was damn good at, thanks.

First thing Sparkle was doing? Waiting until his classmates were occupied with hiding their own crates, and then flagging down a rickshaw. Because if people were going to be looking for the crate in the junkyard, the stupidest place to keep it, obviously, was going to be 'in the junkyard.'

Suck it, hide and seek.

"Liou coe shway duh biao-tze huh hoe-tze duh ur-tze!¹" Jayne shouted at Sparkle. "What the rutting hell do you think you're doing?"

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¹ Stupid son of a drooling whore and a monkey

"Hiding my crate," Sparkle said simply. "The hell does it look like?"

Look, maybe if he used little words, they'd be easier for the teacher to understand?

"Be a fuckload easier if you'd stop yelling about it, though."

He was helping!

"It stays in the rutting junkyard!" Jayne shouted pointing back to where the junkyard was.

"But that's fucking stupid," Sparkle reasoned. "People are going to be looking in the junkyard. What kind of merc hides something where he knows people are going to be looking?"

Probably a shitty one, Jayne.

Was it rocks you put in Face's crate, Jayne? It was, wasn't it?

Also, how do you even misspell 'Face'?

Quickly realising he wasn't going to be able to move his crate particularly far, Face checked to make sure he wasn't being watched, then ran into the junkyard, emerging shortly thereafter with several large boards, a rope and some cinder-blocks.

After again checking to make sure he wasn't being observed, Face set to work, and several minutes (and another quick trip for a few more cinderblocks) later, he was seated on makeshift bench seat just inside the entrance to the yard. One that had probably always been there, you just hadn't noticed it before now.

"How do you even manage to misspell Mara?" Mara griped, dragging her crate around without even a little bit of help with the Force.

Though she tempted. So, so tempted.

She wasn't that surprised that her name was misspelled, though her crate wasn't all that heavy. Possibly because she was stronger than most people, though.

She was going to try her damnedest to bury it dead-center in a pile of existing junk. Shame she didn't have finer control on her telekinesis. That would make things easier.

"Now that you've hidden your crates in such a nice manner," Jayne said with a little conniving smirk. "Your job is to find another person's crate. Or try to defend yours."

His grin got a little larger.

"Better hope nobody was peeking. 30 minutes. Go."

[OOC: As always, OOC communication is key. Please check with others before "finding" their crate or fighting over it.]

Raven had shifted back to her usual disguise once she got her crate hidden. Now she was wondering if she should try going larger again. Nothing said "keep away from my stuff" like, say, a five headed dragon.

Also known as Eleanor. Aka "The TA"

Eleanor was here, and probably weirder than usual. Just be warned.

Who's still drinking during class.

Such a great guy he is! Really!

I got nothing clever to say. Yay world not ending.

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