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Both of the teachers had sunglasses and coffee with them this morning. Part of that could have been Magnus' influence, but there they were. And there were several Halloween themed paper mache pinatas, ready for class.

"Oh I don't like jello shots anymore," Magnus whined, clutching his coffee to his chest.

It was a sign of how bad Cara's own hangover was that she just sipped her own coffee stoically instead of making fun of Magnus. "Our notes made even less sense than usual this week, so we decided fuck it."

The pinatas rustled threateningly, then started slowly inching towards the class.

"Fight the pinatas," Magnus said, flailing a hand in that direction of the menacing, candy filled abominations. "Save the cheerleader. Save the world."

"The school doesn't have cheerleaders any more." Because that was the thing to focus on now, Cara.

Magnus looked up from his coffee long enough to frown thoughtfully at that. "Or sports." Guys, seriously.

"It's a weird school." Said the woman who'd just programmed murderous pinatas into the Danger Shop.

Said murder pinatas leapt forward for the assault on you poor, poor students who hopefully weren't also hungover. And if you were... well. It was a lesson in fighting while not at your best.

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ROLL THEM BONES. THEM DICE BONES.

Both were valid choices. Also, they were pinatas, so their HP was cosmetically low.

Who needed to learn the Pedialyte method of hangover recovery.

Coworkers brought in leftover candy. Bastards.

Theron Shan, 8

Oh, Theron was judging the person who came up with this idea deeply.

Prompto Argentum, 20!!!!

Prompto wouldn't judge. Prompto was maybe even going to be a little jealous, because whatever his teachers had gotten into last night to get them to this state had to be awesome, right? Right??

Of course, he would probably be singing a different tune if he was actually experiencing what his teachers were experiencing instead of just seeing it.

But, since he wasn't...there were pinatas to fight! And fight them he would! With gusto and vigor! Because, let's face it, they'd fought stands in this class before; this wasn't even really all that weird.

Yang Xiao Long, 19!

"Aw yeah!" Was that Yang diving in gleefully kick and punch all the pinatas? Yes, yes it was.

This was awesome. It'd be better if the things could really, like, fight back, or were stronger, but chaos and violence were great.

Was that a pinata's head getting thrown at Prompto? Yup. Sure was.

"You're never gonna get ahead--" Yang, no, "--at that pace," she hollered cheerfully as she tossed it at him. "Oh, and why the heck didn't you tell me your birthday was last week?!?!"

Was that Prompto pulling out a ~~totally lame~~ super-reflex karate shot at the pinata head flying at him, catching it in the corner of his eye just at the nick of time, complete with an all-too-eager little, "Hi-yah!"?

Duh.

"I didn't know it was a competition!" he protested with a laugh once he realized where that head had come from. "I thought we were supposed to be a team. It's even in the name of the class! We're team..." Wait for iiiiit.... SYNERGY!

"And I didn't tell anyone," he added, kicking the pinata head back toward her.

Pause.

"Well, except Vette."

Another pause.

"And that was because she was going to kill me."

It seemed like a good enough reason to him!

"What? Why is Vette murdering you?" she asked, giving him a thumbs-up at the karate chop. "And I am being a team player! I'm helping you test your reflexes!"

"Good lookin' out, then," Prompto laughed again, figuring this was a good time to give the nearest pinata monster a kick right its papier mache butt, which was a good way to buy himself some time to try and figure out how to answer that first part.

It...didn't help much.

"And....uh....that's, uh...well, she's not murdering me!" Said with the cheerfulness that would have gone with saying she was taking him out for ice cream or something instead of merely sparing his poor pathetic life. "Not anymore! So it really doesn't matter, now, does it? Nope, all in the past. Gotta look forward to the future. And in my future, the only murdering I see is of these pinatas! By us!"

And punching them in the face! Yeah! Distract her with sick moves!

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"Oh my god, you sound like my sister when she's trying to talk her way out of something," Yang laughed, spinning to punch a pinata of her own. "Fine, don't tell me, I'll make-up something ridiculous instead."

"Like, um, the word 'green' is a bad word in her language or something, but you've cleared it up."

"You go right ahead," Prompto said cheerfully, now going for that pinata head that Yang had thrown at him to throw at another pinata, "make up anything you want, because I'm pretty sure there's nothing you can make up that would be more ridiculous than the truth."

And then he realized that....uhhh, yeah, probably shouldn't have said that.

"You're color-blind and thought she was red instead of blue," Yang began, stomping viciously on the 'ribs' of a pinata under her feet. "--You called her Professor Hera. You got gremlin-bit and thought she was a unicorn. You said you don't believe in aliens..."

She was just going to get more ridiculous, Prompto. Sorry.

"But do you wanna, like, go bowling or something as a belated birthday? Like, you should have some kinda party!"

"Oooooh," said Prompto, who...sort of succeeded in an uppercut, "you almost got a little bit close on one of those!"

Deftly, he dodged a pinata who came charging for him with his head down, laughing, giving another butt-kick to its retreating form.

"But what's bowling?"

Whatever it was, he was pretty sure that if Yang wanted to do it with him, he'd be so down.

"Oh. My. God." Yang stopped dead to stare at him for a moment before grinning delightedly. "You've never been bowling. This is going to be amazing."

Yang picked up a pinata and promptly mashed it up into a ball, before aiming it at a group of little ones and tossing it underhand in their direction, flying through the air for a moment before hitting the ground to roll and then knock some of them over.

"THAT'S bowling. But, like, with pins that aren't trying to kill you, and heavier balls."

"Whaaahut?" Prompto laughed he watched the demonstration, trying to piece it together. "That looks...well! Obviously, you're just going to have to show me first hand, because if it's anything like that, but not, I think I'm just going to have to see it with my own eyes."

"Have you found YouTube yet? It'll, like, show you anything you don't know about this world, it's great," Yang enthused. "But there's regular bowling, and glow in the dark, and all sorts of random stuff. It's silly and fun."

"YouTube?" Prompto's head tilted. "No, I don't think so. Anything, huh? And glow in the dark sounds cool. So whenarewegonnago?"

Yes.

One word.

Finished with the crookedest grin ever.

"Well, I don't have a job or anything-- which I should probably fix before Tai yells at me for my shopping budget because I just spend a ton on my motorcycle -- so I'm free whenever I'm not in class," Yang said with a shrug. "You tell me when you're available, we'll figure it out."

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