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fandomhigh2016-04-05 02:49 pm
suitably_heroic) wrote in fandomhigh2016-04-05 02:49 pm
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101 Ways To Survive In The Field, Tuesday
When the class met up, it was in an impressively huge gothic cathedral inside the Danger Shop. It was covered in candles; sunlight broke in through a large gap in the ceiling.
Atton was sitting on the steps, looking irritated. "Today's lesson was supposed to be about self-care on the job," he said, "But the Danger Shop glitched up. I swear, it's like the thing got a bug in there or something, and I can't slice it out."
He waved a vague hand towards two sets of stairs behind the class, leading down into a complicated, interconnected web of bridges and tunnels. "So this sim comes with bad guys, and they're pretty hard to handle. I'm not going to ask you to fight them. But I also don't really have a lesson plan for today, so..." He shrugged. "I want you to go down into the tunnels, avoid or dodge the bad guys, and find somewhere quiet to relax for a few moments. See, the longer you keep going out on a mission, the more tired you're going to get, the less sharp you'll be. It's vital you hunker down and take a few moments to drink and eat, or even just take stock. But the environment won't always let you."
He pointed, helpfully, at a stack of shrink-wrapped sandwiches sitting in front of him. "Take one," he said, "Then go. Good luck."
Atton was sitting on the steps, looking irritated. "Today's lesson was supposed to be about self-care on the job," he said, "But the Danger Shop glitched up. I swear, it's like the thing got a bug in there or something, and I can't slice it out."
He waved a vague hand towards two sets of stairs behind the class, leading down into a complicated, interconnected web of bridges and tunnels. "So this sim comes with bad guys, and they're pretty hard to handle. I'm not going to ask you to fight them. But I also don't really have a lesson plan for today, so..." He shrugged. "I want you to go down into the tunnels, avoid or dodge the bad guys, and find somewhere quiet to relax for a few moments. See, the longer you keep going out on a mission, the more tired you're going to get, the less sharp you'll be. It's vital you hunker down and take a few moments to drink and eat, or even just take stock. But the environment won't always let you."
He pointed, helpfully, at a stack of shrink-wrapped sandwiches sitting in front of him. "Take one," he said, "Then go. Good luck."
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