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Creative Weaponry; Tuesday, 1st Period. [01/09].

When the students came into the classroom that morning, they'd find the curtains drawn tight, the light lower than usual and occasionally flickering, and all the desks were old and a little battered and still had a light patina of storage room dust on them. "Welcome back," Amaya said with a nod, once they were all settled, leaning the front of an old teacher's desk that had to be propped up on one side with old textbooks. "Hope you like what I've done to the place. Now, this is probably the last time we'll be meeting in this classroom, so report to the Danger Shop next week, but, for this week, we have full reign here. I scavenged through storage to bring out a bunch of stuff no one was gonna be using any more so we've got full range to do whatever we want to this stuff."

And oh how that made her eyes sparkle.

"Now the world you came from out there?" she asked, pointing toward the door and then decisively waving her hands in front of her. "No more. You're in a different world now, and in that world, we've found ourselves in a serious zombie situations."

She got up, moved to one of the curtained windows and moved a curtain aside to look beyond it. "And oh no," she said, her tone not exactly convincing, but, hey, she wasn't an actress over here, what did you want? "It looks like they've got us surrounded."

Her acting may have been terrible, but she hoped that having gotten Fosse to bang on the windows at that moment might have had a little bit of an effect.

"So what'd'ya do, kids? Looks like we've got about half the class period before they bust in here trying to eat our brains. Remember, everything in this room is old junk, so you're free to do whatever you want to it to create a weapon for when those zombies attack in earnest. Keep in mind, though, that this is creative weaponry. You're not gonna get much by way of points by break a chair and, oh look, now you've got a club. The room's got far more interesting things to offer."

"Get building. What you see is what you've got, only things you'd normally find in a classroom, and when we're finished showing off what you came up with, maybe we'll even get a chance to see how they work..."

[[ and the ocd is ~~on its way~~ up! Have at it! ]]

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Zombies!

Yang Xiao Long

Gratuity Tucci

Jason Lee Scott

Peebee

Ahsoka Tano

Ringo Noyamano

FN-2187

Uma, daughter of Ursula

Kaylin Neya

Mara Jade

Or what little amount there is. Start scoping out the pickin's, pretend to actually be startled for Amaya's benefit, that sort of thing.

Ringo actually was startled. Not because she actually thought there were zombies out there, but because she'd fought zombies before, and did not have good memories of that particular incident.

In fact, she had to take some deep breaths and remind herself very firmly that this was all just a sort of game in order to keep from feeling more than a little bit nauseous.

Her expression probably gave away just how she felt, too.

Materials are completely moddable within the parameters. Anything you might find in a typical classroom (or, heck, a typical FH classroom) is available and at your disposal.

Tip looked around the room, biting her lower lip. Just making a club was out, sure, but that didn't mean a few clubs wouldn't also be useful. Still. . . .

"Okay, so door and windows. Zombies won't be coming through the walls or anything like that. . . ."

Were they allowed to collaborate? Because Tip had an idea, but she was definitely not going to be able to execute it herself.

"Definitely not coming through the walls," Amaya assured her with a small, hopefully encouraging smirk. "No way I can afford to pay to fix that. But if you have any questions, feel free to ask."

Tip nodded. "Is it cool if we team up?" she asked. "Also . . . can we hang things from the ceiling?"

"Team up?" Amaya asked, then nodded decisively. "Absolutely. Your fellow classmates can be considered a resource just as much as anything else in the room. And the ceiling?"

Her eyes wandered that way, wondering which classroom might be above this one. But it looked sturdy enough, and besides, now Amaya was intrigued.

She shrugged. "Sure, why not?"

All for the pursuit of knowledge, right? And potentially really cool or amusing things.

"Great! I'll see what we've got that we can use as rope."

It was entirely possible Tip's plan for giant swinging bludgeons rigged over the windows and door for when the zombies busted through was beyond her grasp.

But it was going to be fun to try.

Yang looked around, and started ripping any metal legs off tables and chairs. Anyone looking closely at her would see a golden-white ripple over her skin as her aura activated, and then she was straightening bent pieces, and twisting an end into a scary looking point.

Super-strength from your soul was AWESOME.

"Spears! Come get your spears!" she hollered, holding one up. "Try not to poke your eye out!"

Amaya had been watching, and now she was staring, just a little bit. She shook her head. "I'm going to have to remember to amp up the durability of some things once we get into the danger shop," she noted

"Can you?" Yang asked, perking up. "Because that would be awesome. I need a real workout."

Concentrating on the practical part of the assignment was a good way to ignore the whole made-up scenario's more distressing aspects, so Ringo kept her attention there.

Of course she had a pair of ATs in her backpack, she'd started carrying them everywhere her first year on the island, but she was pretty sure that they didn't count for this assignment.

"This would be a lot easier with some actual tools," she complained. So, note to self: start carrying a toolkit around, too.

"Might not always have tools handy," Amaya said. "That's sort of the whole point. I want this class to help you think on your feet, make you ready to meet a situation head on even without all the usual bells and whistles, no matter where you are, what you're up against, or what you have at your disposal. Anything's a tool if you look at it the right way."

"I suppose that makes sense," Ringo admitted. "But not having many tools means that you've got to keep things relatively simple, right? Like, I think it'd be hard to put together anything big without if falling apart pretty quick."

Not that she'd tried yet.

Uma had only heard of zombies from Norman, so she didn't really know what to expect. But she did know about makeshift weapons and creativity, since that was all there was on the island, really.

Fortunately, Uma didn't care much about things like books or personal property, so she was willing to jump in and start making things. Like pulling out a knife she swiped from the cafeteria and drilling a hole in a several textbooks, then attaching them together with the ties from the window blinds for a pair of heavy bolas. Then a chair was broken, not for a club, but to be turned into a spear--at least once a window was shattered and she could attach a shard to the edge.

So how'd you do? What'd you make? Here's your opportunity to show Amaya how your creation fits both creative and weaponry categories.

"Alright, kids," Amaya fished a little device out of her pocket after the last student had presented and pushed a button, which caused the door to fly open, bang against the wall (she'd...probably have to fix that before she left for the day), and a bunch of practice dummies modeled like zombies came rolling in on little mechanized carts. "Looks like they've finally penetrated our defenses! Put those weapons to the real test!"

One of the dummies let out a slightly pathetic-sounding moan and Amaya winced.

"Well, kinda real. I did my best. Anyway, if your weapons can't stand up to even these guys, then hopefully you'll have better luck next week. Now go fight some fake zombies."

And see how your weapons hold up. Zombie dummies are also completely moddable, and some of them even move their arms! Shush, you try putting together a dozen realistic zombies on motorized carts in a week and see how you do.

Edited 2018-01-09 12:10 (UTC)

She'll be around plenty cleaning up the glorious mess this is likely to cause.

Hannibal had his own class shortly, but he felt it was his duty to drop by after class and see how his "teaching buddy" was doing. Also he was curious about the class.

He'd brought some of his food?

He smiled at Amaya and reached to set a chair upright. "How did the class go?"

"Ah, Doctor!" She thought she'd scented something in the air that wasn't a bunch of old dust and moldy textbooks. She had a pretty good sniffer if when it came to free food. "Good to see you. It went great, thanks. The school was under attack by zombies."

She flashed a grin, bouncing the head of one said zombie before lobbing it gently into the pile of other broken down battle dummies. "But rest assured, the thread has been handled with swiftness, decisiveness, and creativy. What brings you 'round?"

"Precisely that," Hannibal said. "Seeing how you were doing, and if any students had been particularly creative." He held up the dish. "And I brought you something. My own class is next, and I enjoy feeding them. I thought you might enjoy sharing the wealth."

"I think they're still working on getting their feet wet," Amaya admitted, "some of them seem a little timid to just go for whatever wild fancy strikes 'em, but I think they'll really blow me away by the end of the semester. Seeing a lot of potential."

And now that social pleasantries were over, Amaya allowed herself to eye what Hannibal brought with her brows lifted. "Speaking of potential...what's on the menu today?"

"Pasta," Hannibal answered. "With oxtail and horseradish," he pointed each one out, "winter squash, ham, and sage; and sweet potato, mushrooms, and cheese. We're learning to boil water and make pasta today."

And my typical "might be slow because who knows what work will be like" disclaimer goes here!

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