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fandomhigh2018-01-23 05:32 am
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Creative Weaponry; Tuesday, 1st Period. [01/23].
Hopefully, everyone had gotten Amaya message that class would be meeting in the town today, in Turtle & Canary. And if they didn't get the message, hopefully the note on the danger shop door would clue them in. As well as the note on the classroom door. And if none of those messages got through, well, then, was this really the class they should be taking?
When (hopefully) everyone seemed accounted for, Amaya was waiting at the counter and greeted them with a nod. "Good job last week," she said. "I've gotta say, I'm pretty impressed by some of the stuff you guys came up with to get out of those cells. I'd feel pretty good in a situation where I ever wound up kidnapped by goblins with any of you, but I've got to admit. Lots of great escape plans, a little light on the weapons, for the most part. So today's going to be a straight-up building day. No wacky scenarios to distract you, just a wealth of materials to help get the old noggin," she tapped her forehead lightly, "going on some ideas. We'll have a few of these days this semester, working with actual real materials, since it's definitely a bit different with working with a computer program that pretty much allows for nearly anything. Follow me."
She jerked her head and waved her arm as she moved toward the produce section of the store, which had been roped off with a sign making it clear that the section would be closed for the duration of the class period. But she moved the ropes to let them in.
"And here you go! Here's your materials. Fruits and vegetables. Now, we got a pretty good stock here and some weird things from places I ain't ever heard of because of the nature of the island, so there's plenty of variety. Obviously, it's okay if the weapons don't stand up to the final test. Today's class is more about creativity than practicality, because I sincerely hope you're never in a situation where you need to make a weapon out of a head of cabbage and a pumpkin, but, hey, you never know.
"Now, pelting fruit and vegetables at people is a time honored tradition, usually reserved for really bad stage performers and jesters, but not exclusively. I've heart tales of sieges where the sieged gathered up all their rotting and useless food and catapulted it over the walls into the enemy in the hopes that the refuse would chase them away. It didn't work, the enemy just trebucheted it right back, but you've got to admire their effort. I want you kids to take it a step beyond just lobbing bad fruit, though. I'd like to see you construct something as much like a regular weapon as you can get with a bunch of produce. Even better if it works like a weapon, too, but it's not necessary. Remember: creativity today, not so much practical.
"A few things. First, you're not restricted to just produce. Anything used to hold, carry, bind or restrict the produce is fair game, too. Crates, boxes, rubber bands, twine, plastic bags, you can use any of it, but the produce needs to be the main feature of the weapon. But please do not disassemble any of my shelving units or refrigerated cases." She could easily fix 'em, sure, but who had time for that and parts were expensive. "I've also provided some simple tools, some knives for cutting and trimming, hammers, nails, wrenches, if you need them, but I don't want to see anyone attaching a pair of scissors to a rutabaga. That's just not going to cut it."
She paused with the small hope for a reaction, because she had actually punned! But she wasn't expecting much of one.
"Also, nearly all of this produce is pretty benign, but, like I said, we get this stuff from all over the multiverse. So to make things more interesting, I'm enlisting the help of one of these guys." And she pulled from her pocket a juicy red tomato only with a very angry looking face on it. "This is a Rotten Tomato."
"Ehhhh," the tomato sneered loudly, "you ain't so hot yourself, toots. When was the last time you washed that pocket, anyway? Smells like feet in there! Who puts a tomato in a pocket, anyway? Were you born in a barn??"
The faint strain in Amaya's smile might have suggested that she was already starting to regret this. "Compliments of the guy I bought this store from. He claims they're from the Land of the Green Isles back home, which is just ridiculous because everyone knows the Green Isles are a legend. But, anyway, he'll be running commentary on your projects today, because I don't know what else to do with him, and I guess if anyone knows fruits and vegetables, it's gonna be a fruit that's commonly mistaken for a vegetable."
"NYeaaaah!" said the tomato.
"So have at it," Amaya said. "You've got full range of this section of the store for a good portion of the class, and then Apu and I will roll out some dummies I've got in the back room for testing. Have fun, try to really push yourself into thinking of something interesting, and please don't mind the tomato. Feel free to grab a free Squishy on your way out the door, too."
[[andhere comes the ocd is up! ]]
When (hopefully) everyone seemed accounted for, Amaya was waiting at the counter and greeted them with a nod. "Good job last week," she said. "I've gotta say, I'm pretty impressed by some of the stuff you guys came up with to get out of those cells. I'd feel pretty good in a situation where I ever wound up kidnapped by goblins with any of you, but I've got to admit. Lots of great escape plans, a little light on the weapons, for the most part. So today's going to be a straight-up building day. No wacky scenarios to distract you, just a wealth of materials to help get the old noggin," she tapped her forehead lightly, "going on some ideas. We'll have a few of these days this semester, working with actual real materials, since it's definitely a bit different with working with a computer program that pretty much allows for nearly anything. Follow me."
She jerked her head and waved her arm as she moved toward the produce section of the store, which had been roped off with a sign making it clear that the section would be closed for the duration of the class period. But she moved the ropes to let them in.
"And here you go! Here's your materials. Fruits and vegetables. Now, we got a pretty good stock here and some weird things from places I ain't ever heard of because of the nature of the island, so there's plenty of variety. Obviously, it's okay if the weapons don't stand up to the final test. Today's class is more about creativity than practicality, because I sincerely hope you're never in a situation where you need to make a weapon out of a head of cabbage and a pumpkin, but, hey, you never know.
"Now, pelting fruit and vegetables at people is a time honored tradition, usually reserved for really bad stage performers and jesters, but not exclusively. I've heart tales of sieges where the sieged gathered up all their rotting and useless food and catapulted it over the walls into the enemy in the hopes that the refuse would chase them away. It didn't work, the enemy just trebucheted it right back, but you've got to admire their effort. I want you kids to take it a step beyond just lobbing bad fruit, though. I'd like to see you construct something as much like a regular weapon as you can get with a bunch of produce. Even better if it works like a weapon, too, but it's not necessary. Remember: creativity today, not so much practical.
"A few things. First, you're not restricted to just produce. Anything used to hold, carry, bind or restrict the produce is fair game, too. Crates, boxes, rubber bands, twine, plastic bags, you can use any of it, but the produce needs to be the main feature of the weapon. But please do not disassemble any of my shelving units or refrigerated cases." She could easily fix 'em, sure, but who had time for that and parts were expensive. "I've also provided some simple tools, some knives for cutting and trimming, hammers, nails, wrenches, if you need them, but I don't want to see anyone attaching a pair of scissors to a rutabaga. That's just not going to cut it."
She paused with the small hope for a reaction, because she had actually punned! But she wasn't expecting much of one.
"Also, nearly all of this produce is pretty benign, but, like I said, we get this stuff from all over the multiverse. So to make things more interesting, I'm enlisting the help of one of these guys." And she pulled from her pocket a juicy red tomato only with a very angry looking face on it. "This is a Rotten Tomato."
"Ehhhh," the tomato sneered loudly, "you ain't so hot yourself, toots. When was the last time you washed that pocket, anyway? Smells like feet in there! Who puts a tomato in a pocket, anyway? Were you born in a barn??"
The faint strain in Amaya's smile might have suggested that she was already starting to regret this. "Compliments of the guy I bought this store from. He claims they're from the Land of the Green Isles back home, which is just ridiculous because everyone knows the Green Isles are a legend. But, anyway, he'll be running commentary on your projects today, because I don't know what else to do with him, and I guess if anyone knows fruits and vegetables, it's gonna be a fruit that's commonly mistaken for a vegetable."
"NYeaaaah!" said the tomato.
"So have at it," Amaya said. "You've got full range of this section of the store for a good portion of the class, and then Apu and I will roll out some dummies I've got in the back room for testing. Have fun, try to really push yourself into thinking of something interesting, and please don't mind the tomato. Feel free to grab a free Squishy on your way out the door, too."
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"Sounds like a plan, then," Tip said. "Do you have a phone? We can swap numbers."
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"Nah," Uma said, shaking her head. "All I got is some clothes I picked off a tree on the roof." Which was still weird, even from a girl from a Disney property. "It's where I got my blankets and pillow from, too. Didn't have much on me when I dove into the water."
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Look, she wasn't agreeing to anything without first making sure she knew exactly what was expected.
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Yes, that clarification needed to be made.
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They didn't have wi-fi on the island. No, seriously, that place was awful.
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And Tip was young enough that she didn't really remember having phones that didn't use data.
"So you can go on the internet?"
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Please don't ask her explain how she knew about wi-fi when it was something that didn't work on the Isle. It makes canon sad when you point out the obvious plotholes.
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"And 4G," Tip said. "What did your phones use back home if you didn't have wi-fi?"
Seriously, Tip was pretty sure wi-fi access was a human right.
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She figured Tip knew getting braids was a lengthy process.
...Not that she was going to believe it was happening until she had the phone in hand, mind.