geniuswithasmartphone (
geniuswithasmartphone) wrote in
fandomhigh2015-06-18 02:30 am
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Day After Doomsday, Thursday, Per 2
"Welcome to your final," Hardison said. "I never got an actual report from y'all, but just listenin' to you talk made it sound like y'all were plannin' to take the fight to those things out there. Unfortunately, you're all hungry an' pretty slow, so to represent that, I'm speedin' the monsters up a bit. They're stronger'n you an' now faster'n you by a decent clip, but you're still smarter'n them, so hopefully that'll be enough to turn the tide."
What the class didn't know was that Hardison had set up a timer for the sim; if they didn't head out and start their own attack by halfway through the class period, the monsters were going to attack the dorms. Surprise! But, hey, sometimes people needed a little kick or else they'd spend all their time planning and never get around to doing.
What the class didn't know was that Hardison had set up a timer for the sim; if they didn't head out and start their own attack by halfway through the class period, the monsters were going to attack the dorms. Surprise! But, hey, sometimes people needed a little kick or else they'd spend all their time planning and never get around to doing.

RE: Re: Talk to Hardison
Sorry, Hannibal, but Hardison wasn't going to be rocking the distinguished gray any time soon.
"An', yeah, that's Eliot," he said, smile turning warm and a little bashful. "Though you forgot that he's also an' amazin' cook, along with the grumpy an' the hair."
Re: Talk to Hardison
It wasn't hard to work out, from that expression on Hardison's face.
RE: Re: Talk to Hardison
He let that sit there, allowing Raven to figure out how she wanted to handle that information, idly wondering if he'd need to find a new TA.