Creative Problem Solving, Tuesday, period 3

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[Class #6 - the Beatdown Job!]

“This is Eliot’s week for doing lots of stuff,” Parker said to everyone as they walked in. “He’s the best at it.”

The students could be forgiven for thinking this meant the food: the setting was a swank banquet in the courtyard of a museum, with tables of food in individually heated trays on one side, punch bowls full of icy lemonade, and huge platters of hors d'oeuvres. There were well-dressed guests, and staff circulating with trays of champagne.

Parker was wearing her blue cocktail dress, but Eliot was not dressed as a chef.

He could've been! Kitchens were rife with opportunities for his particular specialty. Of course, so were banquet halls. And bars. And street corners.

Honestly, when you could turn anything into a weapon, everywhere was rife with opportunity.

Eliot was keeping it simple this time, though, wearing his usual t-shirt and jeans combo, a beanie keeping his hair back off his face. He cracked his knuckles and then his neck and smiled at the class.

It was maybe a creepy smile.

"This week we're going to work on some of the more . . . physical sides of problem solving." Punching people totally solved problems, shut up. A group of four simulated security guards came out of the doors to the museum with guns trained on him and Parker. Eliot waited, looking almost bored, until they were within range.

Then he very quickly and very efficiently unarmed them and took them down. He looked back up at the students again as he tossed the last gun, emptied of its magazine, to the side. "Something like that."

Parker grinned, holding up a fork. “I just like to stab them. But you can use whatever you want! The food. The plates. The bottles. The people.” She pointed upward. “You want to get into the museum.”

Did they though? Really?

Guessing by the way the doors to the museum were opening again, this time discharging a crowd of unruly teenagers in letterman jackets, another group of professional security guards, and some really large, really ugly fantasy monster things, they might not, actually.

"You don't have to take out alla them," Eliot said, crossing his arms. "You do have to take out enough to get through the doors. And then you're welcome to the whole banquet! Assuming you guys haven't smashed all the food by then." He smiled again. "Have fun."

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Sign In!

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

Like you have to face orcs to get to the appetizers.

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[doesnotkneel]

Edward Kenway

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[flickofthewrist]

Flick

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[beautifulsenshi.livejournal.com]

Minako Aino

Ask questions! (or mingle)

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

Your teachers are here to help. Maybe you can get Eliot to demonstrate again.

Re: Ask questions! (or mingle)

[doesnotkneel]

Another day, and Edward might have actually enjoyed the notion of outwitting these dull things.

But after last weekend, he was mostly looking very, very cranky.

Re: Ask questions! (or mingle)

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

"You don't want to beat up bad guys? Or at least obnoxious guys?"

Parker was sad at you, Edward.

Re: Ask questions! (or mingle)

[doesnotkneel]

Awww, don't look sad, Parker. You were his favorite teacher and all.

Which was the only reason she was getting a grudging, "Sorry, ma'am. Havin' an awful week."

Re: Ask questions! (or mingle)

[flickofthewrist]

Flick had considered skipping class but he'd dragged himself to school after getting back from New York. He was tired though.

Re: Ask questions! (or mingle)

[beautifulsenshi.livejournal.com]

Minako put her hand up. "Do we all have to get in," she checked, "--or just get enough of our classmates in to complete the mission?"

Tactics, people. Tactics!

Re: Ask questions! (or mingle)

[vdistinctive]

"Everyone on your team has to get in," Eliot said. "If you wanna decide your team is just you, you can do that." But you'd get some major side-eye from at least one of the teachers.

Re: Ask questions! (or mingle)

[spin_kick_snap]

Kathy was excited about today's lesson. Even if she could figure a bunch of ways to get in that didn't involve fighting, she was going to take the opportunity to learn a few more things about taking people down, rather than avoiding them.

However, there was a major kink in her plans. And that kink was being held in her arms at the moment. He was sleeping, for now, but Kathy knew quite well how quickly that could change.

She raised her hand. "Uhhh, does this party come with a coat check and a daycare?"

Re: Ask questions! (or mingle)

[vdistinctive]

"The hell is that?!" Eliot was not properly prepared for a freaking robot baby to show up in his classroom, no.

Re: Ask questions! (or mingle)

[spin_kick_snap]

He should study it. In case he ever had to take one down. Because if these things weren't harbingers of the coming robot apocalypse, nothing was.

"My Ethics assignment," Kathy said, giving Eliot an apologetic look. She hadn't meant to disrupt the class with it! "We're not allowed to leave them alone."

Face the attackers

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

If you’ve ever seen an episode of SpyBarbie, you know what to do.



[ooc: Mod high school jocks, security guards, or orcs, or request an NPC down in the OOC thread.]

Re: Face the attackers

[beautifulsenshi.livejournal.com]

Oh. Oh! Minako HAD THIS.

Plates? Plates. Minako skipped over to where the clean plates were stacked, climbing up on the table to get some height. She tossed one hand-to-hand for a moment, to get a feel for the weight, and grinned. Huh. Not too different from discus.

Bad Dudes, prepare to meet the QUEEN of Shiba Koen Junior High School's Ultimate Frisbee Squad, and volleyball All-Star two years running! Aino Minako!

"Start moving, people!" she cheered, and the first plate went flying, aiming right for the eyes of an orc. Orcs first! They were big, ugly, and could easily do the most damage, so they needed to be removed first.

Re: Face the attackers

[doesnotkneel]

After talking to Parker, Edward was feeling, at the very least, focused on this particular exercise.

The events unfolded more or less like this: three bottles of champagne vanished from one of the banquet tables. Then a shape in a hoodie - hood over his eyes - clawed his way up a nearby statue with... some level of grace.

Then there was a pop, and a security ogre got hit upside the head by a champagne cork. And then a second. And then a third. Then Edward hurled himself off the statue, landing on an ogre's head, bouncing off it, flinging an empty champagne bottle in a security guard's face-- and then he darted past them into the museum.

It all took a minute or two, three, at best, and he was never, ever going to be able to explain it to anyone. Except maybe Parker.

Re: Face the attackers

[bearmaidenfair]

Vider grabbed the lid of a chafing dish and went to town on some orcs, yelling a fearsome battle cry.

The hardest part was actually reminding herself that this was effectively a sparring match, and that getting too far gone into the frenzy would be very very bad.

Re: Face the attackers

[notamascot]

This Kaylin could do. She kicked and daggered and clotheslined her way through the crowd, leaving more than enough room for anyone else to tag along.

Have the food.

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

It’s really good. Have you tried the shrimp puffs?

Talk to the Teachers

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

Parker might be stabbing some of the simulated dinner guests with a dessert fork to see if they’ll react. (They don’t, really.)

Re: Talk to the Teachers

[vdistinctive]

When Eliot wasn't keeping an eye on how the kids were doing, he was side-eyeing Parker for stabbing the simulated dinner guests.

Well. At least she was getting it out of her system.

Re: Talk to the Teachers

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

"So what is Puppy's name? Did you find her former owner yet?"

Parker was banking on no.

Re: Talk to the Teachers

[vdistinctive]

"Took her over to the shelter last night," Eliot said. "She wasn't chipped, so they're gonna find a new home for her."

Actually, the puppy had escaped and was going to be waiting for Eliot when he got home, today, but he didn't know that, yet.

OOC

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

“Come at me, bro. Yeah. YOU.”