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Pointy End AWAY from You, Wednesday, May 20, 2015

Today's Danger Shop was set up as a spaceport cantina, heavy on the scum and villainy. Pretty much everyone in the bar (male, female, otherwise, and Definitely Not Asking) had a chip on his, her, its, or them's shoulder, provided their species had shoulders.

If they didn't, they were just pissy. "Welcome to a cantina," Anakin said with a bright smile. "Your first, I assume, since the drinking age on this planet is stupid."

Obi-Wan was a bit of two minds about this exercise, which would be why occasionally you might see his hand sneaking up in a way that implied an incoming facepalm. "Unless you have visited the drinking establishment in town that does not care for such things," he amended lightly. "Now, sometimes, you may find yourself with genuine weaponry... and sometimes, you may have to improvise."

"As always, running away or disengaging from a confrontation is your first choice," Anakin said, then made a "blah blah blah" motion with his hand. "But you're in a class about weaponry, so today you have to practice, either with the weapon you carry with you or with whatever comes to hand. In a cantina as unsavory as this one, whatever comes to hand can give you a lot of options."

Somewhere in the middle of all this, Obi-Wan had opted for pinching his nose rather than facepalming. He wasn't certain whether he was avoiding smiling at the absurdity or rolling his eyes at how immature this was. "We will not be telling you what you may use," he said. "We trust you all to be practical. When the sim begins, the crowd will get... rowdy. Please try to resolve this in as civilised a way as possible, considering that these beings will not sit down easily."

"Especially the ones without legs," Anakin added because he was under the misimpression that he was funny.

"Good luck," Obi-Wan said, nodding at the class. He slid his hands into the sleeves of his robe. "Anakin? Start the simulation."

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...your teachers are letting you start a barfight.

Garik Loran

Raven Darkholme

Kathy Li

Kaylin Neya

Yep, barfight.

Raven was a little distracted peering around at all the different types of aliens there were.

Absolutely no one would even blink at her natural form in here. She kind of loved it.

There are glasses, bar stools, other patrons' weapons and whatever you brought with you. Or you can try to walk away, but really, where's the fun in that?

It took approximately 30 seconds after the fight started for Raven to be blue and scaly and clinging to some massive alien's back while she beat on his head with the band's silver oboe-hooka thing.

She definitely loved this.

"Don't think I don't know that this is somehow your fault," Kathy teased, racing by while being chased by three grumpy-looking aliens. "What did you do, Raven?"

"I think I insulted this guy's mother," Raven called after her. "Assuming he has one."

"Of course he did!" Kathy called, hopping up on one of the tables and making her way back. This was...not making her many friends, no. "Who else could have dropped him on his face so many times?"

The alien Raven was beating on the head roared. "Ooop," Raven said. "Now you've done it. What dropping babies on their faces is a cultural tradition, huh?" She climbed up enough to be able to lean over and grin upside down in said alien's . . . face-type area. "That means I'm paying you a compliment, right?"

The alien threw her across the room.

"Or not!"

"Raven!" Kathy asked, changing her trajectory to try to intercept Raven, hopefully before she slammed into a wall or something equally unforgiving. "I told you, no flirting before you know all the courtship rules!"

"But it's fun!"

How about a seven foot tall brown furry thing? Raven totally managed to land on -- or more accurately be caught by -- a seven foot tall brown furry thing. She grinned up at the brown furry thing's face. "Thanks, handsome. Can I borrow this?" She grabbed for the gun thing the brown furry thing had and promptly managed to blast a divot in the floor. The brown furry thing let out an indignant gurgling roar, and Raven let go.

"That sounded like a 'no' to me."

She was totally having too much fun with all this.

"We are never going out to a bar together," Kathy informed her, ducking a quick, appreciative bow at the brown furry thing for breaking her friend's fall/not rending her limb from limb when she grabbed the blaster. "It would be a night that ended up on my permanent record, I have no doubt."

She snatched up a chair and jabbed it into the side of a bright purple guy lunging for her (or maybe Raven. Or maybe both) and then brought it down on his back. "You're entirely a menace!"

Ignore the grin Kathy was wearing, Raven. She was taking this very seriously!

"If we go to a bar for fun then we won't have a teacher telling us to fight!" Raven pointed out, shoving a green insectish looking guy out of the way in her quest to grab the large bottleish thing full of blue stuff. She looked around for an appropriate target to smash the bottle on. "I'm just making sure we get the full class experience."

"Excuses, excuses!" Kathy said, the chair turning into an impromptu shield as the green insectish guy (girl? other?) decided to come after Kathy with praying mantis-like forelegs, possibly because she was friends with Raven, possibly because she was just there. "If your teachers told you to leap off a cliff, would you?"

Ignoring that Kathy had already done that exact thing, and not even in the Danger Shop.

"Isn't there a class that's doing that?" Yeah, Raven wasn't ignoring that. She smashed her bottle over the insect -- thing's head -- ish area, since he was going after Kathy, and then ended up grabbed in a bear hug from behind by something with four arms. "Buy a girl a drink first," she told it, then shifted to her snake form just long enough to slip out of its grip. "Sometimes there's good reasons for jumping off cliffs."

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"I have no idea what you're talking about," Kathy lied cheerfully, jumping up and doing a somersault in midair as something big and covered in what might possibly be Day-Glo felt dove past her on the ground. "All my classes are calm and studious."

A half-naked alien man ran by screaming at the top of his lungs.

"Except this one. Obviously."

"You're the TA for it. You can't fool me." Raven swept an odd fish-monster thing off its -- fins -- with her leg, only to get tripped over by what appeared to be an anthropomorphic blue elephant. It landed on its head next to where she'd flattened -- not literally -- against the rather grody floor. "Hi," she said to it. "I'm going to name you 'Derek'."

"Was he lurking in the shadows all grumpy-like?" Kathy asked, still dodging the Day-Glo critter. It had a lot of limbs.

"I dunno," Raven said, shrugging. "It was the first name that came to mind."

The blue elephant she'd named Derek was glaring at her.

"We should probably get off the floor," she told it.

Well, the glaring seemed to fit?

"Wait, stay down!" Kathy called, leaping over her and Derek both to land on the back of--hey! The same alien whose mother they'd insulted! What were the odds?

"Okay, you can get up now!" she called, trying to ride the alien into battle.

"Copy cat," Raven teased, and offered Derek the blue elephant thing a hand up.

Derek glared more and stayed grumpily where he was.

Raven let out a war whoop and started chasing a few of the band members.

Kathy? Walk away? Were you kidding?

She'd claimed a spot on the bar. Looping her demented-looking gymnast ribbons around her hands, she sent them crashing, stick-first, into the heads and other vulnerable bits of any alien that came near. Normally, that wouldn't do much, even at the high speeds she'd been flinging them at, but Kathy had long ago replaced the thin, plastic stick with a much thicker one and filled the inside with metal from the metal shop at the school. It packed a decent heft to it, especially when it was slammed into a temple at thirty miles an hour.

Oh please. Kaylin went drinking with Barrani on a regular basis. Barfights were like breathing to them. She went to work with a grin, taking out people left and right. Sure, she'd be bruised all over, but this was fun!

At least two of whom have been in their share of barfights. They'll each blame the other one for why they started.

Please, narrator. All of those bar fights were clearly caused by Anakin and his hair-trigger temper.

... but Obi-Wan was there, yes.

Edited 2015-05-20 13:13 (UTC)

Soren had been in all sorts of fights, sure, but bar fights were surprisingly not on the list. At least in part because he'd spent so long keeping his emotions so tightly controlled that an establishment with alcohol had never seemed like a good idea.

Tada!

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Pointy End AWAY from You, Wednesday, May 20, 2015

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