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fandomhigh2015-11-17 01:16 am
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Competitive Teambuilding, Tuesday, period 1
The Danger Shop this week was modeled in the shape of a fairly stereotypical American bar. Well, typical American Irish bar. Well. McRory's Bar from Boston, Massachussetts. The teachers were all lined up at what was once their usual spot along the corner of the bar by the door as the students gathered for class.
"Don't get your hopes up," Eliot said, not looking up from his phone yet. "There's no real alcohol bein' served in here."
“Also there might be a Nate around, trying to get you thrown out,” Parker warned them, then turned to Hardison. “Is there?”
"Nah, mama," Hardison said, now looking disappointed for not thinking of it himself. "We got enough grumpy, jumpy, an' overall impatient folks in this bar to begin with."
Not that he was looking at anyone in particular or anything. Really.
"Your challenge today," Eliot said, and this time he did put his phone down, however reluctantly. "Is to get across the bar space to the backroom and retrieve what's waiting for you in there. How you do it is up to you and your team. All the team members need to make it to the backroom."
“If you do get thrown out, you can come back, but your team takes a penalty, so, try to convince people you weren’t the person who just got thrown out,” Parker added.
"This is the Danger Shop, so you can't get hurt," Hardison assured them, gesturing to what seemed to be an empty bar, with a door labeled 'Back Office' in plain sight of the front door. "Feel free to get...creative. Whatever that means to you, exactly."
"And if you're thinkin' it looks easy?" Eliot grinned and put two fingers to his mouth to let out a piercing whistle. From all the doors, windows, and in a few cases, seemingly through the walls themselves, came dozens of ninjas.
Because what else were you going to face in a bar? Really, now.
"Don't get your hopes up," Eliot said, not looking up from his phone yet. "There's no real alcohol bein' served in here."
“Also there might be a Nate around, trying to get you thrown out,” Parker warned them, then turned to Hardison. “Is there?”
"Nah, mama," Hardison said, now looking disappointed for not thinking of it himself. "We got enough grumpy, jumpy, an' overall impatient folks in this bar to begin with."
Not that he was looking at anyone in particular or anything. Really.
"Your challenge today," Eliot said, and this time he did put his phone down, however reluctantly. "Is to get across the bar space to the backroom and retrieve what's waiting for you in there. How you do it is up to you and your team. All the team members need to make it to the backroom."
“If you do get thrown out, you can come back, but your team takes a penalty, so, try to convince people you weren’t the person who just got thrown out,” Parker added.
"This is the Danger Shop, so you can't get hurt," Hardison assured them, gesturing to what seemed to be an empty bar, with a door labeled 'Back Office' in plain sight of the front door. "Feel free to get...creative. Whatever that means to you, exactly."
"And if you're thinkin' it looks easy?" Eliot grinned and put two fingers to his mouth to let out a piercing whistle. From all the doors, windows, and in a few cases, seemingly through the walls themselves, came dozens of ninjas.
Because what else were you going to face in a bar? Really, now.
Talk to the teachers
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RE: Talk to the teachers
Though if Eliot came over, he was immediately flipping back to BWI's security cams.
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