fandomhigh | Shop, Tuesday, period 3

An email had ~~handwavily~~ gone out to the students to meet in town instead of the Danger Shop today. When they arrived in the abandoned warehouse district, they'd find Eliot wearing a hard hat and safety goggles, an air filter down around his neck ready to be fitted over his nose and mouth, and a sledgehammer slung over his shoulder.

"Right, so today's kind of a stressful day for some folks whose home version of Earth has an election going on." Like Eliot, for instance. "And frankly, I'm sure the rest of you guys have at least something you'd like to work your frustrations out over, so instead of making something today, we're going to tear shit down." He gestured to the warehouse behind him. "Specifically, we're gonna gut this bitch. We got sledgehammers, crowbars, and about a metric ton of safety gear, since this ain't a simulation." Tearing up simulated walls just wasn't the same. "I've checked to make sure there's no electricity or water to worry about busting into in here, but there is insulation, which you do not want to get next to your skin or in your respiratory tract, so everyone's wearing gloves, goggles, and a breathing mask along with the hard hats. You really wanna make some noise and tear shit up, I've got a few chainsaws in here, too. Only rules are don't aim any swings at your fellow students, stay where at least one other person can see ya, and anything I marked with a big blue B is load-bearing, so don't mess with it." B was for blue, just in case anyone was color blind and hadn't told him. "Oh, and you make yourself or any of your classmates bleed, you fail the entire semester. Now go nuts."

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Yeah, Dante was gonna stay right away from those fucking chainsaws, thanks.

But a hammer? Sure. One swing from him brought a huge chunk of wall crashing down.

Sometimes super strength was handy.

"Show-off," Isabela said cheerfully from where she was doing a lot more leaning on her sledgehammer and watching Dante than swinging.

She was supervising. Yes. That.

Dante grinned at her merrily, and let his coat slip down his arm a bit as he lifted the hammer again. "Enjoying it?"

"Oh, yes," Isabela replied. "Always good to see a man who knows how to handle his tool."

Dante wiggled his eyebrows. "Hey, if you want a private show when class is up..."

Dante.

"Someone has to make sure you haven't pulled something," Isabela said, grinning broadly. "Safety first."

Isabela. Why?

"Do feel like I might pull something downstairs," Dante said sagely. "Might need an expert to take a look."

"If you do, there'll have to be some hands-on treatment."

She sounded so sad about that. So sad.

"Aw, are you one of those docs who're all rough bedside manner?"

Jesus christ, Dante.

Isabela sighed, very put upon indeed. "With stubborn patients sometimes there's pain before you find relief."

Isabela, no.

"Eh, it's okay," Dante said, leaning against what remained of the crumbling wall. "I can handle a little pain, doc."

"But can you restrain yourself while I check for any stiffness?"

Someone was having entirely too much fun here.

"You might have to do some of the restraining for me," Dante said.

Very seriously, of course.

Lingering stiffness was a very serious matter, after all.

"I may hold you to that," Isabela said. "Otherwise who knows what could happen if my hands were tied?"

"Imagine having to use your mouth," Dante said cheerfully.

"Trying to talk you through it could leave someone flat on their back."

"And all tongue-tied," Dante said seriously. He put the hammer down. "How much longer is class, again?"

"Do you really care?" Isabela asked.

They were great students.

Dante looked over towards Eliot.

"... Nope," he said.

Isabela offered him her arm. "Shall we?"

Best students.

Dante dropped the hammer. It wasn't even really a decision, here. He took her arm. "Let's move."

They'd still be banging, just not on walls. Probably. Maybe. "Best to check you out as soon as possible."

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