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Day After Doomsday, Thursday, Per 2

Hardison just wanted it on record that he loved this room, all right? He was willing to stay on Fandom island forever and always, amen, so long as they kept letting him come up and geek out over the Danger Shop. Going through some of the saved scenarios, he'd found the one that had correlated to the radio report he'd based the class off of, and with a few tweaks and changes, he'd had it set up to his exact specifications.

Perfect.

When the students stepped into the Danger Shop for his class today, they'd find themselves stepping into the lobby of the dormitory all over again, with a few pointed differences. There seemed to be a barricade built against the boarded-up windows, consisting of a good deal of the furniture that had clearly been dragged down from the floors above them. There were no lights on, though the hum of a generator could be heard by anyone who was quiet enough to listen, and Hardison had been kinder than the previous teacher and programed it for daytime, with beams of sunlight coming through the cracks between the wooden slats.

There were cans of food lined up against one wall. There were weapons, what looked to be the entire contents of both the weapons locker and sharpened, weaponized versions of the practice fare from the salle, laid out against the other. A sign hastily scribbled down on a piece of paper pointed deeper into the building, directing any possible injured to a first-aid station in the rec room.

Hardison was sitting on the staircase leading up to the next floor, lines of code flashing across the screen of the laptop sitting in his lap processing.

"Sup," he said, as the last of the students entered the room, "I'm Hardison, your teacher for Day After Doomsday. Don't worry about callin' me Mr. or Professor or none of that, just Hardison'll do. Welcome to class. Pull up a patch of floor an' I'mma tell you how it's gonna work." As he finished speaking, the doors to the dorms closed themselves and a barricade made of couches and tables and other odds and ends sprang up to block it. Once the barricade was in place, the soundtrack kicked in, a chorus of howls and moans that didn't sound even remotely human. It was hard to pinpoint where the noises were coming from, save everywhere. While some were faint enough, others were distressingly close. "So, the End happened. There was a lotta screamin', a lotta shoutin', a lotta bleedin', an', yeah, a lotta dyin'. You've managed to survive the initial catastrophe, yay for you, but now you gotta deal with the scariest question of all: what next? What you know is a mad outweighed by what you don't. You know you're all here, that there ain't nothin' in the dorms tryna get you--yet--an' you know you got a few more hours of daylight before it's gonna get too dark to see."

"What don't you know? Damn near everything else. Are you the only survivors or are there others? What kinda supplies do you have? How safe is this place? Will the barricades hold? Who knows--you ain't even sure what's out there. All you know is that there's a lot of them an' they don't seem real keen on lettin' y'all live in peace." There was a loud BANG as something large flung itself against the front doors. The barricade shuddered, but held, and whatever it was withdrew with a low growl.

"Now, what happens next is completely up to you. I'mma be around an' can answer some questions, but don't be surprised if what I say amounts to 'find out for yourself.' Your choices determine everythin' here. At the end of each class, I'mma ask you what you intend to do for the next week an' the scenario you face in the followin' class is determined by those decisions. I ain't gonna tell you what's a good idea or a bad one, what's liable to keep y'all alive a little longer or end up with a TPK--err, total party kill. If y'all make terrible decisions across the board, then the class after the majority of y'all die, we'll start over from scratch an' see if you learned anythin'."

"So, I don't know y'all. I don't know how well any of you know one another. Some of you might be friends, some might be strangers, some of y'all might hate each other. Bit of free advice? I'd figure out a way to work together anyway, cause you are all y'all got. This class is all about stayin' alive for as long as you can, an' comin' up with ways to make that time last just a little longer. Figure out what you need to do and get to it, a'ight?"

There was another loud slam into the door from the outside and Hardison grinned. "Good luck."

[Open, have at, and make threads as messy as you'd like!]

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Wander the dorms alone or in groups, and try to figure out how to make the most of what you've got at your disposal. Your resources are as follows:

- Food, a mix of cans and fresh, some of which is ready-to-eat, some of which must be prepared and cooked.

- One gas-powered generator, less than halfway full, with no additional reserves

- Moddable weapons! Clearly not outside being used, possibly because all the fighters already ran off and got themselves killed. Possibly because against whatever is out there, weapons just don't work. Hard to say with what you know!

- In the Rec Room, there is a makeshift first-aid area set up. Here is where your healers or medics are probably going to end up pushing themselves to the point of collapse, especially once the limited amount of physical first-aid supplies run out trying to save any of you would-be heroes.

- Water? There's the pool downstairs, but the water in that is chlorinated, not fit for human consumption. There's still water in the taps, but who's to say how long that will stay on and drinkable?

- And, of course, all of the assorted paraphernalia that teenagers coming to school tend to bring with them. Toothbrushes and teddy bears and pencils and erasers, in all of the dorm rooms. It's all generic 'teenager' stuff, but Hardison is willing to program in some personal items, so long as they're minor. Favorite t-shirt or stuffed animal? Sure! Personal sword or knife? Maybe! Bazooka or crate of ramen? Sorry, out of luck.

- All entrances and exits from the building, including windows, on the first two floors are barricaded or boarded over. Make of that what you will!

- If you're unsure of anything else you might find, feel free to ping me in the OOC thread for clarification. Modding of items you can reasonably expect to find in the dorms is fine.

Life with rationed power? That didn't seem so bad. Elsa didn't know much about how generators worked, admittedly, but when she followed the sound of it and saw that fuel was limited, she nodded a bit. That meant they only had so long before they had to worry about food spoilage, and losing the lights. At least she came equipped with the ability to do something about the first.

Water, she noted, probably wouldn't be difficult to work around, either. Just so long as she didn't die, anyway. After all, what else was ice?

She tried some of the taps. And then, even if she could provide water if push really came to shove, she plugged as many drains as she could and left the sinks to fill. Some for now was better than none for later, by far.

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Old habits died hard in Jasper so he found himself checking out the entrances and exits. It was both to figure out how they could get out, if needed, and who (or what) could get in.

What he found was that almost everything was blocked which would not be helpful if anyone inside went a little insane (you know, like Jasper himself). He pulled at some of the boards and frowned briefly.

Before she did anything else, Cosima checked her phone.

"Great. No signal," she said, mainly to herself. "WiFi's out too. So whatever happened, the cellphone company didn't make it through. No way to check for other survivors without leaving the building."

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"Good thing to check," Hardison murmured, giving her a thumb's up.

Look, that would have been his first thought, too.

"We could try radio!" Cecil suggested. "I can build one if I have to."

"From the stuff we have here?" Cosima asked. "Hey, if you can, that would be awesome. Maybe we'd pick something up on shortwave."

"Probably," Cecil agreed. "It's mostly just wires and stuff. I'm sure there's enough between all the dorm rooms."

"I'm going to scout upstairs," Raven said. "I should be able to check out any unboarded windows without being seen, maybe get an idea of what's out there." She shifted, going for small and fast, and ended up a little red squirrel.

She was tempted, but decided against adding in a little news hat.

"Uhhh..."

Hardison had missed the shift towards bodybuilder earlier, but that? That he noticed.

Ooookay then. That was...definitely a thing, yes.

There was a quiet, squirrelly giggle at the look on his face. Raven paused long enough to stand on her hind legs and salute at him before heading for the stairs, keeping tight and low against the wall, and bounding up.

"Be careful!" Cecil called after her.

Clarke check out the first-aid area first and took note of the supplies they had. She could definitely make use of this stuff.

Hanna stick a knife on her belt, and asked the other girl, "Do we need anything specific that we don't have here?"

Tali would go take a look at the generator in a bit, and see if there was anything she could do to improve their power supply, but the first thing she did was go over and check out the food supplies.

Was that -- yes, that did look like a couple of tubes of dextro nutrient paste among the cans. That was a relief, and she picked them up to set them aside.

"Don't get those mixed up with the rest of the food," she warned anyone who might be within earshot.

Hardison had included those in there as a joke, actually. "Uhh, you know what that is?" he asked.

"Yes, and I'm glad it's here, otherwise I would be the first one to starve to death," Tali said, and it was such a good thing she didn't have to try and hide that she was trying not to laugh. "But it won't do any good for anyone else here, I don't think."

Unless she'd somehow ended up in the bizarro universe where human biology was based on dextro-amino acids.

"At worst, they could get sick. At best, they won't get any nutrition out of it."

That's why there was 'Not fit for human consumption' written on the label. Hardison had included it to mess with students, but hadn't actually intended it to be eaten.

"Uhhh, you know that that's dextro amino proteins, right?" he checked. "I mean, like, you seem really clear here, but I just wanna make sure we're on the same page. You can eat this stuff?"

...That he'd done as a joke because he was a giant geek?

But it was a useful giant geeky joke!

"Yes; our physiology's based on dextro-amino acids. It's the rest of the food I can't eat," Tali confirmed.

What kind of physiology would require dextro-amino acids? What kind of physiology would require what looked to be an environmental suit?

Hardison's geek senses were tingling. "Okay," he said, biting back a grin because he couldn't just ask one of his students if she were an alien or a human that had evolved under incredibly different environmental circumstances. "If you're sure about this, than it's all yours."

Hardison's geek senses were not wrong, was the thing.

"Thanks," Tali said, with a little nod of her head. "It might have been bad if anyone else tried to eat it, anyway."

Probably not liquefy-your-insides bad, but unpleasant anyway.

Hanna was already grabbing weapons and checking them to see if they were loaded and functional, then checking the ammo situation. Most of them seemed okay, and she started attaching knives and guns to her person before she was going to go exploring anything. "Bow, bow, bow..." Ha, good. "Arrows!" Yesss.

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