fandomhigh | Self Defense, Thursday, Period One

This week around, the Danger Shop had been set up to resemble Fandom. Hey, the sim was in the system, might as well make as much use of it as possible, right?

Atton himself came stomping in more or less on time. "Okay," he yelled, "I had an entire conversation with my mirror this morning that was about as embarrassing as it was traumatizing, which means the island is being a--" ...string of mean Twi'lekki words, apparently, "--and I don't want to deal with it because all of my defense mechanisms are built on a network of carefully constructed lies."

Beat.

"Ugh."

He slapped a blaster onto a table of other blasters.

"So, instead of starting off with the fighting moves I had planned, today, we're shooting things. Silently. Grab one, grab a friend, work on your reflexes."

He pointed at Sparkle. "You, come see me after class, I have something for you. Don't ask questions. That's good advice for everyone here today, actually."

He smashed his fist down on a red button and not entirely realistic-looking monsters suddenly spawned all over town. There.

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Jumping right into the guns again, Travis saw. He sighed and picked one up before he headed out to try and stay alive. He doubted his odds.

"Want to work together?" Alana asked, holding a gun in her hands. "You're cute and seem like a decent guy, and since this is all a sim I don't even mind too much that I'll probably have to save you."

She sighed. "And apparently I'm blurting out everything on my mind. Okay. This sucks."

"Well, it's not like it's not true." It couldn't be not true, not today. "You're pretty cute too and I'm not gonna have any shame in hiding behind you should something nasty happen. I'm not a skilled fighter."

Way to make yourself look awesome, Travis.

"Kind of noticed that in class last week," Alana acknowledged. "But at least you know it so I don't have to pretend to think you're good to spare your ego. Besides, everybody starts from somewhere, right?"

"My ego's taken plenty of hits in my lifetime so I can take it even if it kind of stings but whatever," Travis said, loading up the blaster. "I'll do my best to help you out though."

"And you're bigger than me, so that can't hurt," Alana pointed out, squnting down the barrel of her gun at one of the monsters. "What do you think we're supposed to be killing, anyhow? It looks like a red blob. A red cat blob."

"Red cat blob with horns," he added, wincing. "Whatever it is, I'm sure it's bitey and vicious and smells gross."

"Got that right," Alana said, wafting a hand in front of her nose as the blob came closer. "Oh god. Here we go."

She braced herself and pulled the trigger on her blaster, firing a shot that strafed off the blob cat's flank. It just seemed to make the beast angrier.

Well, if she was going to fire, he was going to fire too. He aimed as best he could and sent a blaster shot towards the cat thing. He managed to hit the leg of the gross blob, at least.

"Hey, we both hit it," Alana said. She had all of three seconds to be happy about that before the blob snarled at her and she jumped quickly behind a convenient rock. "Okay. Should we make a plan? Or should we just shoot? I'm better at just shooting but plans are good."

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"If you ask me to make a plan, it's gonna be to shoot with my eyes closed and run." Stupid freaking day. "Not a great plan."

"Mine'll be about the same except I think we should keep our eyes open," Alana told him. "Wait, are we allowed to run, as in run away? 'Cause if we are we could bag this and just go hang out in the dorms."

Alana was going to be a terrible soldier in some ways.

"...I don't think he said we couldn't," Travis said thoughtfully. "Maybe he'd think it was even smart. Looking out for number one."

"We're supposed to be working on our reflexes," Alana reasoned. "Flight is a reflex. And besides, shooting at stupid cat blobs because our teacher is too pissy to teach today feels like a waste of time."

"Then, let's go," Travis said, lowering his gun and stepping back. "Nothing wrong with practicing the reflex called running. Be a good way to stay in shape too."

"You're trying to justify it but I don't mind," Alana informed him. She took another, better shot at the cat blob, trying to put it out of commission, and then took off.

She had decent reflexes, as it happened.

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