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Woodworking (and Vehicle Proficiency), Thursday - 1st Period

Class was in the Danger Shop because Magnus had thought it sounded pretty cool, but then had no idea how to program it, so class was in a big, empty room.

Well, mostly empty room. There were pieces of furniture in various stages of construction along with tools waiting for the kids. All three of 'am.

"Welcome to Woodworking... And other skills I can come up with," he said just a touch anxiously before barreling on ahead as was his wont. "My name is Magnus Burnsides and I'll be your teacher."

That sounded all official, right?

"So... first time teaching. Well, teaching teenagers. I taught a friend to carve a sweet puzzle box for her girlfriend once." Carey's blade skills did not translate over to woodcrafting. "Hopefully you guys have more talent there!"

Roll for an awkward laugh. What? Wrong medium for that? Damn.

Magnus cleared his throat. "So, let's get to introducing ourselves while sanding down some of these pieces."

And it wasn't even fantasy sandpaper!

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Grab some sandpaper and get to helping as you do.

Oh, boy. Sanding down wood. Did the fun ever stop around here?

Maybe Summer did find it was actually a little relaxing, and there was a weird sense of accomplishment out of the final smoothed product (like shaving your legs after growing a winter coat!), but whatever. Mr. Flaming Sword over here was actually one of the teachers, what?

"I'm Summer," she said, "and I threatened to steal your weapons."

In case he forgot. It was said with a touch of pride, too.

"You did!" Magnus replied cheerfully. "But I'm sneakier than I look, so it might not be so easy."

He learned the way of the Rogue. And putting smoke bombs or pudding in your pockets to be a jerk to would-be thieves.

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"Yeah, but, what if I'm sneakier than I look, too?"

She wasn't. She just wanted to throw that out there.

"Are you?" He asked, mostly just looking like this could totally be a fun, new challenge.

See, and Summer was thinking this in itself was a sneaky trap of sneakiness, because if she said yes, that wasn't very sneaky, but she didn't think she could say no with enough conviction to be properly sneaky about it.

So she went with equating vague with sneaky. "I don't know," she said loftily, tossing her ponytail a little. "I guess you'll have to find out."

Which, if she was sneaky, he wouldn't find out, but, whatever.

Magnus did a fistpump at that.

"I finally get to try making traps!"

Sanding was... new. It was altogether a new experience for Peridot, who was picking up the abrasive pad of granular stone and mineral particulates and who was studying it thoughtfully.

"I'm Peridot," she said, "and... I'm not certain what I'm meant to do with this."

"You rub the wood to make it smooth," Magnus replied, barely pausing before going onto, "Quick question, are you a crystal golem, possessed by Death here to drag me to the astral plane? Because that'd kinda suck."

"... No," Peridot replied, after a brief pause to parse all of that. "I'm just a Peridot."

"Cool," Magnus said slowly, processing that. "Cool, cool, cool. Nice to meet you, Peridot!"

"Nice... to meet you... too?" She was still getting the hang of this. "What is the point of rubbing the wood to make it smooth, exactly?"

She got a thumbs up for that! Just in case she ended up talking with a stupid Cockney accent and went for someone else's arm.

"Well. See. Look at the wood. It has a grain to it, see?"

Peridot squinted a little, but leaned in all the same to take a better look at the wood.

"So it does," she agreed. "Do humans not find a grain to be acceptable?"

"We do!" Well, Magnus did. "It's what makes each piece special. But that grain can catch on things, so we smooth it down."

"On things," Peridot echoed, looking thoughtful. And then she reached out with the abrasive sheet and scrubbed it against the arm of a chair a few times, experimentally. "Like this?"

"Like that," Magnus said as encouraging as he could. "And after we get it smooth, we'll finish it with some oil or wax to make it shine and keep it from getting damaged."

"Damaged? By what? Do you use these items as weapons?"

That would kind of defeat the purpose of sanding the rough parts off, though.

"...you can," Magnus replied slowly. Because he was also proficient in hitting people with chairs. "But mostly things bumping into them. Not, like, fireballs or angelic Della Reeses."

Peridot didn't know what 'angelic' meant, never mind Della Reese. But she was used to that around here, so she just sort of nodded sagely.

"I am familiar with chairs," she noted, "we just don't tend to use organic materials like wood in order to make them, back on Homeworld. And Earth is weird."

So weird. Their ships weren't even shaped like body parts or anything.

...dick ships? They had dick ships? Because a case could be made that many ships were weiner shaped.

"Homeworld?"

Probably not, if only because Gems were primarily considered a 'female' race. Even though they were all technically genderless and they reproduced by stuffing rocks into the ground.

Missed opportunities, Cartoon Network.

"Where I'm from," Peridot confirmed. "My home... world."

...vagina ships? Hey, maybe yonic symbols were the new thing.

"...cool. I lived on a fake moon before here."

Take that, patriarchy!

"How can a moon be fake?" Peridot squinted a little at that. "Does it orbit a planet?"

Hell yeah! Damn the man, save the empire!

"Kind of, but it was a moon base that could move on its own."

Like a Death Star!

"So... more like a spaceship that was shaped like a moon," Peridot mused. "Or a space station, I suppose."

Her definition of 'moon base' was generally just 'a base that is located on a moon.'

"I guess. I didn't really pay attention after they said no dogs on the moon."

Bastards.

"Well, it makes sense if they're going to go running around stealing people's fingers all the time."

Peridot's exposure to dogs was a very limited thing.

"Wait, what?"

You leave his doggos alone!

Look, what Peridot really needed here was to be introduced to a doggo that didn't try to make off with her body parts at every possible opportunity!

"It's hardly an issue anymore," she muttered, frowning. "I no longer have those fingers."

She missed them. Come back, touch-stumps!

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"My name is Khadgar," he said with a polite smile. "Am I allowed to ask what's going to become of these pieces?"

"Hi, Khadgar!" Magnus said cheerfully. "This one is... a chair. Because my landlord doesn't have much furniture and this is how I'm repaying him for letting me stay."

"That seems like a fair exchange. Are you new to town?" Khadgar asked, taking a little more care with his sandpapering.

"Unfortunately yes. I'd really like to get home, but I've tried that causeway thing a couple a times a day and noting has worked yet."

He'd even attempted to hit it with an ax and nothing happened!

Khadgar frowned and nodded. "I accidentally walked through a portal and ended up here. I haven't managed to find a way back yet either. But I was running away from some things so I haven't been trying quite as hard."

"What were you running away from?" Magnus asked, frowning a little.

"A responsibility I didn't want, that I don't think I should have," Khadgar admitted. "Running away was probably childish, and I certainly didn't intend to run this far away, but I think it's also an additional sign that I wasn't supposed to take the job."

"Go with your gut, I say. And do the right thing too," Magnus replied. "And don't jaywalk."

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