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Bad Ass Bitch Survival Guide; Tuesday, Second Period [12/11].

Rosa still had no intention to start messing around with the Danger Shop, and she definitely wasn't going to bother with the trouble of setting this all up herself, so, for her final class, they were all going to hitch a nice, convenient portal...

...to a laser tag place.

"Final class," said Rosa, with a tone of good-riddance, although maybe she was going to kind of miss teaching all these dumb kids. "Gear up, grab a gun, you've got five minutes to situate yourself and get the lay of the land. Survival of the fittest. Once you're out, you're out. Last woman standing wins."

Rosa had already strapped on her gear. Because of course she was playing, too.

"Any questions?"

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Like the Bad Ass Bitch you are.

"Lecture."

Aka, for if you have any questions.

If you have any questions, you've already lost.

It's a large course with plenty of variance in height and hiding spots and open spaces.

The RNG has declared Peebee our winner, with Uma and Tip as second and third, the rest is all up to you guys.

...after she gets shot, anyway.

If you're not the one who shot her.

I can't tell if my brevity in this class is just me sticking to character or me just being really, really, really tired.

Vette

Vette was pretty much bouncing on her toes as she realized what today's class was going to be. Shooting one another! YES.

She was maybe a little disappointed that it wasn't paintball, because paintball came with consequences, but fine, she was bound and determined to enjoy this anyway.

"Oh, come on," Vette muttered at the gun she was carrying after shooting a few rounds. "You don't even fire off a bolt."

Be more real, gun!

Rosa figured she'd sort of put a big target on herself by participating; if she was in the students' positions, the teacher would be the first person she'd go for. So she stuck to the shadows, mostly, fighting down the urge to just mow them all down, since this was, you know, kind of about them or whatever. But she kept an eye out, both for incoming attacks and for anyone going about things in a way she felt needed to be taken down a peg or two with a good kill shot.