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fandomhigh2016-11-01 12:54 am
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Shop, Tuesday, period 3
The Danger Shop opened onto the junkyard setting again, mostly because Eliot was having trouble getting it to be anything else this week. There was a long, sloping wooden track in the middle of it, which Eliot was looking over with a faint look of suspicion.
"Right," he said, when class started. "So I was tryin' to get us some small stock cars or somethin' to work on for a racing class today." He gestured to the track, which was about six feet tall, with several wooden "lanes" only a few inches across apiece. "This is what the island decided to give us. So . . . we're doin' a pinewood derby." He gave the students his deeply inaccurate and inadvertently vaguely threatening Scout salute. "Yeah, I ain't never been a boy scout. Apparently makin' toy cars outta blocks of wood, plastic wheels, and finishing nails is somethin' they like doing." He shrugged. "Pretty sure they got all sorts of rules and regulations to it. I ain't much concerned with those, here." Neither, he guessed, were the majority of his students. "So here's the assignment. Make the fastest cars you can usin' the basic stock materials --" He held up a block of pine, four plastic wheels, and nails for axles. "And anything else you can lay your hands on out here. Other'n including the base kit, it needs to fit into one of these track lanes so you can actually race the suckers, but I don't give a crap how much it weighs or if you manage to cobble together a freakin' jet engine out here to make it go. Just -- don't set anything on fire." That was a pretty standard rule, but he still felt the need to reiterate it every now and then. "Get to work."
"Right," he said, when class started. "So I was tryin' to get us some small stock cars or somethin' to work on for a racing class today." He gestured to the track, which was about six feet tall, with several wooden "lanes" only a few inches across apiece. "This is what the island decided to give us. So . . . we're doin' a pinewood derby." He gave the students his deeply inaccurate and inadvertently vaguely threatening Scout salute. "Yeah, I ain't never been a boy scout. Apparently makin' toy cars outta blocks of wood, plastic wheels, and finishing nails is somethin' they like doing." He shrugged. "Pretty sure they got all sorts of rules and regulations to it. I ain't much concerned with those, here." Neither, he guessed, were the majority of his students. "So here's the assignment. Make the fastest cars you can usin' the basic stock materials --" He held up a block of pine, four plastic wheels, and nails for axles. "And anything else you can lay your hands on out here. Other'n including the base kit, it needs to fit into one of these track lanes so you can actually race the suckers, but I don't give a crap how much it weighs or if you manage to cobble together a freakin' jet engine out here to make it go. Just -- don't set anything on fire." That was a pretty standard rule, but he still felt the need to reiterate it every now and then. "Get to work."
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Eliot's not actually paying attention to whose car goes fastest. Other than to cheer if any of them manage to catch any air.
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So I was basically a boy scout by default. Never did get to race my pinewood car, though.
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He sounded... dubious.
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It wasn't long before she was coiling a thin strand of copper wire around an oversized steel washer that she'd found and humming happily to herself.
She was going to smoke the competition.