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Public Service - On the Edge, Monday, Period 2
"Yo, Rookies," Reno greeted, giving the students a nod as he stood near the portal on the causeway today, looking… exhausted. It was completely possible that your teacher hadn't slept last night. At all. Which, given some of the luggage that had been shoved at him by the island, probably wasn't hugely surprising. "Hope you all had a good break and the baggage yesterday didn't kick your asses, yo. We'll be jumpin' right back into it this week, with a sidequest lined up for you, if any of you are interested, yo."
He waved a hand and gestured for them to follow him through the portal, which in turn led to the back room of what looked to be a bar. A dark-haired, smiling woman roughly the same age as Reno was visible through the doorway, serving customers at the counter and occasionally glancing back through the door as the redhead taught his class.
"Okay, so here," he said, gesturing to a drab-looking metallic box, "we got a treasure chest, yo. My old buddy Tifa-" and if the students happened to be looking through the door at the woman at the counter, they'd see her smile faintly and roll her eyes at that description, "says the kids stayin' with her dug the thing up outta the ruins a couple of days ago, and wanted to know if, since we were all about the charity work these days, we'd be interested in sortin' out the contents and handin' them around, yo. Since you're all hard workers and I can't actually see this filtration unit installation thing lastin' more than a few more classes, I said sure, why the hell not. Figured you guys would like to know what passes as first-aid and first lines of defense around here, anyway."
He threw the latch on the box, and opened it up, revealing… quite the stash of the most random looking shit ever.
"So we got a few basic kinds of items in here, yo," he explained, nodding down at the contents of the box. "An' we won't be handing out all of this stuff, either. But the potions," he held up a glowing blue vial about the same size as a glass bottle of Coke, "we'll be passin' around like candy. Potions are the go to first-aid around here, yo. You got somethin' more nasty than a bruise on the knee, you down one of these, and it'll heal the injury for you in seconds. They got different strengths of potion depending on how bad the injury is, but if you need somethin' more hardcore than these basic potions here, you've probably been scrappin' with somethin' way more nasty than what you'll find around Edge."
He pulled a green ball from the chest next, holding it up for his students to see. There were other ones in the chest as well, in varying shades of blue, red, yellow, and purple, though what that meant was probably anybody's best guess, at a glance. To look at, they were really mostly just very shiny marbles.
"These, we won't be passin' out. At all. If you choose to stick around here to sort an' then give handouts, you'll be pullin' these out, setting 'em aside, and we'll be leavin' 'em here for Tifa to hand off to the WRO or somethin' later. I mean, unless you really want some, but it ain't like you can use it unless you got a weapon you can socket these into." And did anyone on the island have materia-slotted weapons? Reno didn't think so. "These are materia. They're what let people around here use magic, more or less, yo. Most of the locals don't approve of usin' them, since they're linked to the planet, an' that's still in the process of healin' since the last time people went and messed it up. If you really want one, you can come talk to me about it, since I doubt you're gonna be doin' weapon or armor shopping here on Gaia anyway so they're really just pretty round gemstones or whatever. I'll let you know what each one does, you can play catch with it with your dog or put it on display or whatever."
Reno owned thousands of the things. Plenty of people around The Planet still had several. For all that they were paranoid about taxing the planet too much, materia were still a pretty commonplace item to stumble across.
"Final items," and he smirked as he held up a green bag of dust and what looked to be a dehydrated frog carcass for the class to see, "an' these are the fun ones, yo. This little baggie is called a shrivel. You throw it at someone, an' they spend the rest of their day about three inches tall. The frog's called an impaler. Hell if I know why. You throw that at someone, it turns 'em into a frog. The effects of either of these things'll wear off on their own, usually overnight, so they're pretty harmless unless you're somewhere you can get trampled. Or eaten by a pet cat or somethin', yo. We'll be handin' these out today along with the potions. The locals know what they're for, even if you don't see 'em around here often, yo. They had to be imported from Gongaga, the next continent over, so chances are this chest belonged to some rich asshole before the Meteor came down, or else, I dunno, a tourist or SOLDIER or something."
Either way, they were probably dead now, since they didn't seem to miss the box.
"So, you got an option today, yo. Stick around here and sort this stuff out, and then take the potions, impalers, and shrivels out front - wave hi to Tifa as you go - and start handin' them out to any locals who need 'em. The Seventh Heaven is the local stompin' ground for anyone who needs to wind down, and you'll find kids an' adults alike in here, lookin' for a safe place to stop for a bit and maybe get some handouts while they're here. Tifa's a real bleedin' heart, you know?" And also one of the world's most celebrated heroes, but Reno liked to focus on the important things, here. "If you don't wanna do that, I'll be makin' trips to either work site, you can follow me there then, yo."
[Open, have at it!]
He waved a hand and gestured for them to follow him through the portal, which in turn led to the back room of what looked to be a bar. A dark-haired, smiling woman roughly the same age as Reno was visible through the doorway, serving customers at the counter and occasionally glancing back through the door as the redhead taught his class.
"Okay, so here," he said, gesturing to a drab-looking metallic box, "we got a treasure chest, yo. My old buddy Tifa-" and if the students happened to be looking through the door at the woman at the counter, they'd see her smile faintly and roll her eyes at that description, "says the kids stayin' with her dug the thing up outta the ruins a couple of days ago, and wanted to know if, since we were all about the charity work these days, we'd be interested in sortin' out the contents and handin' them around, yo. Since you're all hard workers and I can't actually see this filtration unit installation thing lastin' more than a few more classes, I said sure, why the hell not. Figured you guys would like to know what passes as first-aid and first lines of defense around here, anyway."
He threw the latch on the box, and opened it up, revealing… quite the stash of the most random looking shit ever.
"So we got a few basic kinds of items in here, yo," he explained, nodding down at the contents of the box. "An' we won't be handing out all of this stuff, either. But the potions," he held up a glowing blue vial about the same size as a glass bottle of Coke, "we'll be passin' around like candy. Potions are the go to first-aid around here, yo. You got somethin' more nasty than a bruise on the knee, you down one of these, and it'll heal the injury for you in seconds. They got different strengths of potion depending on how bad the injury is, but if you need somethin' more hardcore than these basic potions here, you've probably been scrappin' with somethin' way more nasty than what you'll find around Edge."
He pulled a green ball from the chest next, holding it up for his students to see. There were other ones in the chest as well, in varying shades of blue, red, yellow, and purple, though what that meant was probably anybody's best guess, at a glance. To look at, they were really mostly just very shiny marbles.
"These, we won't be passin' out. At all. If you choose to stick around here to sort an' then give handouts, you'll be pullin' these out, setting 'em aside, and we'll be leavin' 'em here for Tifa to hand off to the WRO or somethin' later. I mean, unless you really want some, but it ain't like you can use it unless you got a weapon you can socket these into." And did anyone on the island have materia-slotted weapons? Reno didn't think so. "These are materia. They're what let people around here use magic, more or less, yo. Most of the locals don't approve of usin' them, since they're linked to the planet, an' that's still in the process of healin' since the last time people went and messed it up. If you really want one, you can come talk to me about it, since I doubt you're gonna be doin' weapon or armor shopping here on Gaia anyway so they're really just pretty round gemstones or whatever. I'll let you know what each one does, you can play catch with it with your dog or put it on display or whatever."
Reno owned thousands of the things. Plenty of people around The Planet still had several. For all that they were paranoid about taxing the planet too much, materia were still a pretty commonplace item to stumble across.
"Final items," and he smirked as he held up a green bag of dust and what looked to be a dehydrated frog carcass for the class to see, "an' these are the fun ones, yo. This little baggie is called a shrivel. You throw it at someone, an' they spend the rest of their day about three inches tall. The frog's called an impaler. Hell if I know why. You throw that at someone, it turns 'em into a frog. The effects of either of these things'll wear off on their own, usually overnight, so they're pretty harmless unless you're somewhere you can get trampled. Or eaten by a pet cat or somethin', yo. We'll be handin' these out today along with the potions. The locals know what they're for, even if you don't see 'em around here often, yo. They had to be imported from Gongaga, the next continent over, so chances are this chest belonged to some rich asshole before the Meteor came down, or else, I dunno, a tourist or SOLDIER or something."
Either way, they were probably dead now, since they didn't seem to miss the box.
"So, you got an option today, yo. Stick around here and sort this stuff out, and then take the potions, impalers, and shrivels out front - wave hi to Tifa as you go - and start handin' them out to any locals who need 'em. The Seventh Heaven is the local stompin' ground for anyone who needs to wind down, and you'll find kids an' adults alike in here, lookin' for a safe place to stop for a bit and maybe get some handouts while they're here. Tifa's a real bleedin' heart, you know?" And also one of the world's most celebrated heroes, but Reno liked to focus on the important things, here. "If you don't wanna do that, I'll be makin' trips to either work site, you can follow me there then, yo."
[Open, have at it!]
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Lecture!
Activity 1 - Handouts
You might be able to catch Tifa in a rare break between customers to talk to her, too, if you want. She's thankful for your help, and she might be able to give you some insight about the place that Reno hasn't, yet.
[Nameless NPCs are completely moddable, Tifa is handwavily so, but if you'd like to play actual conversation with Tifa, please tag me in the OOC thread so I can NPC her for you.]
Activity 2 - Construction
Construction - The Square
Construction - The Ruins
Talk to the TAs!
Talk to Reno!
Especially the materia. People are a little touchy about materia.
OOC!
Poke me here if you need anything from an NPC to answers to questions! I'm off today, because Thanksgiving!
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A beat.
"And don't even think of throwin' that goddamn thing at me to test if it works. I can still kick your ass as a frog, yo."
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"How can that even fucking happen?" Barry said looking at the frog with interest. "And so help me if you fucking say magic I'm going to sabotage all the workspaces at the lab so they collapse under your weight."
He frowned.
"Can I have one to study?"
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It was probably an impaler? That... wasn't right.
"Yeah, you can take one of 'em. Why the hell not? Worst you're gonna end up doin' is turn someone into a frog for a few hours. I used to do that kind of shit to people for fun back in high school."
Poor Ron.
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"Fuck, I'm more careful than that," Barry said rolling his eyes as he carefully put the dried frog in his pack. "Give me some fucking credit here."
Oh, Barry.
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"If there's a plague of children being turned into frogs now, it's not my fault," he informed no one in particular.
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"I don't give nobody credit until they've gone and done what they say they're gonna do," Reno replied with a shrug of his shoulders. "Saves my ass a whole hell of a lot, yo. You go and do whatever it is you were gonna do with that thing, and if when you're done you need more for whatever reason, you know where to find me."
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After passing out a few potions and striking up a conversation with Tifa for a few minutes, she decided she ought to go out and see if people elsewhere could use some healing. Surely they did, right?
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not at all two days late, what are you talking aboutafter poking through the strange items and listening to what they did, chose to head to the work sites.She just figured she'd be more useful that way.