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fandomhigh2016-05-17 07:51 am
uncertain_dume) wrote in fandomhigh2016-05-17 07:51 am
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Off The Grid: Laying Low for Beginners, Tuesday, Period Two
"Alright," Kanan clapped his hands together, looking out over his class. If there was an amused look on his face, well, he'd discovered the Danger Shop. And if it was programmed to look like a certain cantina he was well familiar with, full of sweaty, hungry clientele that was just as much alien as human, well... Maybe he was just sharing the love today. "Welcome to The Asteroid Belt. Not much to look at and too much to smell, this is where the miners and freighter pilots coming over from Cynda head to help them wind down after a long, hard day working the moon."
And Kanan, who was stepping behind the bar and casually reaching for a rag to lazily wipe at a glass, apparently tended the bar here.
"You've been told by the bartender, who incidentally happens to be your boss, that if you have one more brawl inside and break one more bottle of his favorite vintage, you'll be flying the broken down hoverbus out back for the foreseeable future." He quirked a little smile. "Trust me, that really is a fate worse than death."
Kanan didn't like the hoverbus. Kanan was pretty sure it was a miracle that the hoverbus hadn't exploded and killed everybody on it, yet.
"Unfortunately, there's this guy." A male Chagrian with a broken-off horn made his way into the bar, the simulation pausing him in place with an angry sneer on his face. "And these guys." A half-dozen other people, a healthy mix of human and non-human, followed behind. They didn't look nice, exactly. "And they don't like you. See, they're a little gang that likes to call themselves the Sarlaccs. If you don't know what a Sarlacc is, trust me, the name fits. These guys'll grab anybody walking through the industrial area at the wrong time, and then thoughtfully relieve them of their credits."
He grinned at the class.
"Last time Charko, that would be the big ugly blue guy, ran into you, you broke one of those horns off of his head. Maybe you meant to, maybe it was dumb luck, but you can imagine he's not too thrilled about it. He knows you're here, he'd like to settle the score by breaking something off of you, and he's got more blasters than you do. Assuming that today you've decided that you like breathing and you hate the hoverbus, you're not going to fight these guys. You're going to hide, or you're going to leave."
He clapped his hands again, and gave a grin to the class that was a little too bright.
"Have fun with that. Oh, and Ada? Congratulations, you'll be my TA for the rest of this term."
And then he turned his attention to the drinks as the Danger Shop sim came to life.
[OOC: Open!]
And Kanan, who was stepping behind the bar and casually reaching for a rag to lazily wipe at a glass, apparently tended the bar here.
"You've been told by the bartender, who incidentally happens to be your boss, that if you have one more brawl inside and break one more bottle of his favorite vintage, you'll be flying the broken down hoverbus out back for the foreseeable future." He quirked a little smile. "Trust me, that really is a fate worse than death."
Kanan didn't like the hoverbus. Kanan was pretty sure it was a miracle that the hoverbus hadn't exploded and killed everybody on it, yet.
"Unfortunately, there's this guy." A male Chagrian with a broken-off horn made his way into the bar, the simulation pausing him in place with an angry sneer on his face. "And these guys." A half-dozen other people, a healthy mix of human and non-human, followed behind. They didn't look nice, exactly. "And they don't like you. See, they're a little gang that likes to call themselves the Sarlaccs. If you don't know what a Sarlacc is, trust me, the name fits. These guys'll grab anybody walking through the industrial area at the wrong time, and then thoughtfully relieve them of their credits."
He grinned at the class.
"Last time Charko, that would be the big ugly blue guy, ran into you, you broke one of those horns off of his head. Maybe you meant to, maybe it was dumb luck, but you can imagine he's not too thrilled about it. He knows you're here, he'd like to settle the score by breaking something off of you, and he's got more blasters than you do. Assuming that today you've decided that you like breathing and you hate the hoverbus, you're not going to fight these guys. You're going to hide, or you're going to leave."
He clapped his hands again, and gave a grin to the class that was a little too bright.
"Have fun with that. Oh, and Ada? Congratulations, you'll be my TA for the rest of this term."
And then he turned his attention to the drinks as the Danger Shop sim came to life.
[OOC: Open!]
Re: Lecture
RE: Re: Lecture
And maybe take bets on the fight.
Re: Lecture
RE: Re: Lecture
Look, Dante was poetry in motion half the time without even trying. Ada was figuring it would be fun to watch him get into a no-serious-consequences fight. And not just because Dat Ass.