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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."

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Roughly fifteen minutes before the end of class, Hardison was going to get everyone's attention again. "A'ight, so you've had a chance to look around, brainstorm a little, maybe get an idea of what you wanna do next," he said. "Great. Now, one at a time, I want each of you to step forward, say your name, an' one idea you have to make this thing work. Other people, you can argue, agree, debate, whatever. If you think it's a brilliant idea, say so. If you think it's a stupid idea, say so. If you don't know why they wanna do that, ask. You got about two minutes to explain what you wanna do an' maybe convince other people that it's a good idea, an' then you're gonna tell me what you'd be doin' for the rest of the week if you really were trapped here. It doesn't have to be the same as the idea you said durin' your introduction. If you wanna spend the rest of the week hidin' under your bed, that's fine. You do you. Just let me know, so I can input it into the program. I can tell you now, the more detail you wanna give me, the better, cause left to my own devices, I'mma just put in the most basic directions an' that might not be the best."

"I'm Elsa," Elsa said, looking... fairly unsettled by the whole scenario, by this point. "And living without electricity isn't impossible. Humanity's been doing so for a long, long time. But that means we're going to have to prepare for the moment ours inevitably runs out on us, and I don't know if the dorms are completely equipped for us to make that work for long. We're going to need a way to preserve food and to provide light at night, if nothing else, and we still don't even know for certain what's out there."

This was pretty much her calling 'not it' on going outside to check.

"Water is going to be a pressing concern pretty much immediately if the taps stop working," she noted. "And we're going to need to do something about food, too. Any food we have that we can make last longer somehow, we'll need to. If anything has seeds, we need to be careful about keeping those. It's going to take time to cultivate them, assuming the roof is safe at all but..."

There was so much going on, here, she didn't know where to begin.

"Maybe I'll just spend the next week gathering water and freezing the fresh food that won't be immediately destroyed by the cold," she offered. "That will at least stretch our resources a little longer...?"

Elsa should be glad he hadn't taken Parker's suggestion and programmed in dead bodies. He was going for spooky atmosphere, not outright trauma. Judging by her expression, Hardison was considering the atmosphere a success.

"How you plannin' on doin' that?" he asked, once any and all discussion with her classmates had been resolved. "I saw you stopperin' up the sinks and stuff, good call there. That your plan, then? Stopper sinks an' shove everythin' else into a freezer?" He had his laptop out, ready to input that information if that's what Elsa wanted.

"Not... just a freezer," Elsa replied. "Whether it goes in there or not depends on whether we decide to ration the fuel running the generator. But if I could commandeer a room to... to turn into a cold room, maybe...?"

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