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fandomhigh2016-11-22 12:45 am
vdistinctive) wrote in fandomhigh2016-11-22 12:45 am
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Shop, Tuesday, period 3
The Danger Shop was back in the now-familiar landscape of the junkyard with the shop tables and power tools arranged in the center.
Mostly because no matter what Eliot tried to do this week, it kept resetting to this. And he was tired of fighting with it.
"Before we get to work this week, I wanted to run somethin' by you guys," he said at the top of the class. "Y'all've been makin' some interesting -- and damn impressive -- things in this class." Yes, even your giant . . . sculpture from last week, Isabela. "Seems to me like it'd be a shame to keep 'em hidden. I thought it'd be nice to do a sort of open house thing last week of classes, invite the rest of the school and maybe the town to swing by and see what y'all have come up with. Now this ain't a final. I won't be mad if you don't wanna show off. But think it over. I think it could be a lot of fun."
He clapped his hands, dusting them off, and then rested them on a covered work table in front of him. "Course that's weeks away. In the meantime, let's keep makin' some shit. I've noticed a good chunk of ya prefer to work on practical projects, and Fandom bein' what it is, there ain't a lot more practical than weaponry. I still ain't got this place set up to be a forge, so we're not set up to make anything properly bladed or balanced, but there's plenty other ways to put the hurt on a monster and keep it at bay, usin' just what we've got out here. Plus, you know, flingin' food around at high speeds is fun." Let's be real now. "I got plans up here for a compound bow, a trebuchet, and a potato cannon. I've also got --" he whipped the cover off the work table dramatically, revealing ingredients for a full thanksgiving feast, including a variety of vegetables, three types of potatoes, several squashes and gourds, and a small unfrozen turkey. "Projectiles. Ya ain't got to stick to my plans. You do gotta figure out something that can launch your projectile of choice at least 20 yards. Something that ain't your arm." Because throwing a tomato twenty yards wasn't that hard to do, at least not as far as Eliot was concerned. "Basic safety rules apply to the building. As for testing: aim away from your fellow students. Make sure no one is standing directly behind your trebuchet or air gun when it goes off, in case it misfires. And I want to hear you shout a countdown and warning before firing or launching anything, so everyone else can be on the look out and not get brained with a turkey or drenched in cranberry juice. You get me?" He smiled. "Get to it."
Mostly because no matter what Eliot tried to do this week, it kept resetting to this. And he was tired of fighting with it.
"Before we get to work this week, I wanted to run somethin' by you guys," he said at the top of the class. "Y'all've been makin' some interesting -- and damn impressive -- things in this class." Yes, even your giant . . . sculpture from last week, Isabela. "Seems to me like it'd be a shame to keep 'em hidden. I thought it'd be nice to do a sort of open house thing last week of classes, invite the rest of the school and maybe the town to swing by and see what y'all have come up with. Now this ain't a final. I won't be mad if you don't wanna show off. But think it over. I think it could be a lot of fun."
He clapped his hands, dusting them off, and then rested them on a covered work table in front of him. "Course that's weeks away. In the meantime, let's keep makin' some shit. I've noticed a good chunk of ya prefer to work on practical projects, and Fandom bein' what it is, there ain't a lot more practical than weaponry. I still ain't got this place set up to be a forge, so we're not set up to make anything properly bladed or balanced, but there's plenty other ways to put the hurt on a monster and keep it at bay, usin' just what we've got out here. Plus, you know, flingin' food around at high speeds is fun." Let's be real now. "I got plans up here for a compound bow, a trebuchet, and a potato cannon. I've also got --" he whipped the cover off the work table dramatically, revealing ingredients for a full thanksgiving feast, including a variety of vegetables, three types of potatoes, several squashes and gourds, and a small unfrozen turkey. "Projectiles. Ya ain't got to stick to my plans. You do gotta figure out something that can launch your projectile of choice at least 20 yards. Something that ain't your arm." Because throwing a tomato twenty yards wasn't that hard to do, at least not as far as Eliot was concerned. "Basic safety rules apply to the building. As for testing: aim away from your fellow students. Make sure no one is standing directly behind your trebuchet or air gun when it goes off, in case it misfires. And I want to hear you shout a countdown and warning before firing or launching anything, so everyone else can be on the look out and not get brained with a turkey or drenched in cranberry juice. You get me?" He smiled. "Get to it."
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