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Shop class open house, Tuesday, period 3

It'd been a trying several days, but if there was one thing Fandom excelled at, it was picking itself up and dusting itself off, and getting back to business as usual. For the students, that meant the last week of classes. For the shop students, it was their day to shine.

After rather a lot of cursing and yelling and beating on things that Hardison would pout at him for later, Eliot had finally managed to coax the shop into a fancy museum opening setting, with pedestals and gallery spaces for the students to set up and show off their work. There was a table of refreshments off to the side, and Eliot had on a tweed jacket over his usual button down shirt and jeans.

He'd felt like dressing all civilized-like this week, oddly enough. Even spent a bit of time putting a pair of tiny braids into the hair just behind his ears, something he hadn't bothered with since Leverage was still working out of Nate's apartment back in Boston. Honestly, he'd had a lot of time on his hands.

It wasn't like he was sleeping.

[ooc: because folks quite possibly need something they don't recognize their friends in to hit, welcome to the Evil Shop Plot post! OCD is up, post is open to any and all comers.]

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For the students, since this is technically their last shop class.

You've got a good 20 minutes or so of calm, museum-y class time to check out the various things the students have been working on all semester. Bird houses, tiny stock cars, decorative swords, carved figures of various size and shape, trebuchets and air guns, junk yard sculptures, and some little mechanical wonders.

It really is a glorious display of creativity in here.

Before it all goes wrong.

Eliot was just starting to relax a little and enjoy the fruits of his students' labors when the doors slammed shut. The museum show room he'd programmed flickered in and out -- not unlike the island had when the fog rolled in last week -- and then resettled on the junkyard program he'd been fighting with all semester. He cursed, running his hands down his face, and started towards the control panel to give it a few more good whacks when one of the junk piles reformed itself into a scuttling, scorpion shape, and whipped a line of fire across his path.

He could feel the heat as he reeled back. It singed the tips of his hair. Which shouldn't have been possible, with the shop safeties.

"Son of a --"

A red light blinked on over the doors. "I'm sorry, Fandom," a voice said. "I'm afraid I cannot let you leave."

More of the junk piles started reforming, creating robots of varying size, shape, and lethality, all converging on the gathered crowd.

[and fighty times are go! Robots are moddable, or you can request an NPC down below. The safeties are shut off, so lasers, fire, crushing, claws, saws, and ~~automobiles~~ other implements of pain will actually injure. They are just made out of junk, though, so they're not too hard to take out. . . .]

There's a small control room in which the robots can't go. Not enough room in here for everyone, but those who'd rather hide than fight, this is one of your options.

The safeties are back on, the doors get opened, and the evil AI is vanquished!

So. Who's up for a post-trauma panic attack?

Ping here if you'd like an NPC robot! You can pick one in particular or leave it up to dealer's choice. I am currently the only one set up to do NPCing -- if anyone wants to volunteer, that'd be lovely!

For modding: main character robots (ie. Bender) who may some day be PC characters are out. Check in with the players if you want to use a robot from a specific canon. Otherwise, have a ball!

Edited 2016-12-12 23:21 (UTC)

Jalian d'Arsennette

Ada Miller

Ada was actually quite proud of her music-playing Ferris Wheel. Its little engine had required quite a bit of TLC, and the music box bits had been hard to scavenge and repair.

Maybe she'd drop it at the store after class, give Alluka's dolls something to do next time she worked.

Dante

Peridot had actually been looking forward to checking all of this out. It would be a great distraction!

... Not because she'd been traumatized last week, so much as that she'd read so many books since Wednesday that she'd entirely forgotten to leave the library at all until this morning. She'd been hidden away in there really well. The gremlins could stand to learn a thing or two from her.

Now... if only she knew what most of these objects were meant to be.

Kanan was only slightly late in getting to Eliot's class to take in the showcase, having had to take a few minutes to drop Too Many Puppies off back at the animal shelter after his own class. Still, he made it in with at least enough time to get a good round of the room in, pausing to kind of smile thoughtfully at the swords.

Yeah, okay, when it wasn't actively trying to kill them, Earth had its neat points. He could easily kill the rest of the hour in here.

"Ah, stang."

So much for Earth not trying to kill them. The moment the room shifted, Kanan's eyes had narrowed, one hand reaching for his blaster by reflex. It stuttered by the handle, hesitated there for a few seconds, and then instead he reached both hands to his belt, to unclip the two pieces of metallic scrap he had hanging there.

Apparently this was going to be his life, now.

Isabela

The giant cock sculpture had pride of place in Isabela's work, because she said so.

Hyacinthe

Ada couldn't think. She couldn't breathe.

Then she was running, scrambling to find somewhere to hide or something to defend herself with.

Eliot had almost -- almost -- brought his sword along today. But no, he'd told himself, it was just class. He wouldn't need it in class.

Damn stupid --

He picked up the closest thing to a weapon he could find that would give him reach: a rusty pipe, which . . . okay, and spun it at his side before using it to smash the head of the scorpion thing trying to blast fire at him. The fire went out, and Eliot stepped over it, scanning the rest of the room.

"Hey kid." You were never going to get away from that nickname, Kanan. "Don't s'pose you got an extra one of those laser sword things you use."

"You're terrible," Ada said, doing her best to contain her laughter. "What are you going to do with that thing? Mount it on th' prow of your ship?"

"What, boss? You don't have that sword of yours on you?"

Kanan was a brat. Doubly so if he was going to be called 'kid.' That was just the way he rolled.

"Sorry, Eliot. I don't exactly carry spare lightsabers around in case of attack droids, and this one," he took the two halves and fastened them together, then ignited it, swinging it around and decapitating an oncoming robot in one smooth gesture, "is mine."

Eliot watched the move with a sigh. "Yeah, I figured I wasn't gonna need it to teach a class." He caught a buzzsaw aimed at his legs with the side of the pipe, and hoped it wasn't a hack saw. "Go figure."

"I have a blaster," Kanan mused. "But it probably isn't a great idea to start firing one of those in here anyway."

There was too much chaos going on, and while Kanan had that whole 'Force' thing helping him out, there was no guarantee these things weren't immune to blaster bolts or something. He had no clue how the danger shop put these things together.

"I'm mostly impressed you opted to go anywhere unarmed just two days after all of that."

If anybody needed him, he was going to be hacking and slashing his way toward Eliot.

"'All of that' is s'posed to be over," Eliot grumbled. He managed to push the buzzsaw robot back a few inches, and slammed the pipe into the saw from the side. The pipe broke, but hey, so did the saw. "And no guns. Bad enough we got students in here with this crap in the first place!"

"That's why I didn't reach for the blaster," Kanan replied reasonably. "You have no idea how much I don't want to be using the lightsaber right now."

... But he was still not passing it off to Eliot. Sorry, man.

He was making a running leap and clearing the room, reaching down to pick up another length of pipe along the way.

"How's this?"

More pipe. He was too kind.

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