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fandomhigh2018-07-26 07:06 am
uncertain_dume) wrote in fandomhigh2018-07-26 07:06 am
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Laying Low 2.0, Thursday, Period 2
For some reason, Kanan looked the slightest bit twitchy today. It was only a very slight bit, he was usually pretty good at keeping most of his twitchiness under wraps. But it was there all the same.
Twitchy.
"Another scenario today for you," he said to a class that he'd told to meet outside, today. "Let's say it's been about two weeks since something happened and the troopers here in town have started actually not being useless, for a change. The trade-off is that they're looking for all of you, and the orders are shoot-to-kill. You don't have a weapon, you don't have money, you don't have access to the dorms, and anybody in town could potentially recognize you and turn you in."
He waved a hand down from the school grounds toward the town proper.
"But you still have to survive here. You need to eat. You need to sleep, but you're alone and the troopers could stumble over you at any moment. Most of all, you need to get away, and the damn Causeway isn't letting you cross."
He glanced back at the class.
"What do you do? What takes priority? How can you be certain that making sure your needs are met isn't going to get you killed?"
[OOC: Open!]
Twitchy.
"Another scenario today for you," he said to a class that he'd told to meet outside, today. "Let's say it's been about two weeks since something happened and the troopers here in town have started actually not being useless, for a change. The trade-off is that they're looking for all of you, and the orders are shoot-to-kill. You don't have a weapon, you don't have money, you don't have access to the dorms, and anybody in town could potentially recognize you and turn you in."
He waved a hand down from the school grounds toward the town proper.
"But you still have to survive here. You need to eat. You need to sleep, but you're alone and the troopers could stumble over you at any moment. Most of all, you need to get away, and the damn Causeway isn't letting you cross."
He glanced back at the class.
"What do you do? What takes priority? How can you be certain that making sure your needs are met isn't going to get you killed?"
[OOC: Open!]