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fandomhigh2019-01-31 07:43 am
uncertain_dume) wrote in fandomhigh2019-01-31 07:43 am
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Culture Shock, Thursday, Period 2
Once again, class was being held in the danger shop, and this time around, students were stepping into.... Some manner of dark forested swampland. There was a rack with assorted weaponry on it, mostly blasters or vibro-lances, sitting next to a tree nearby.
Kanan was looking entirely too smug about this setup, class.
"Last week we discussed some of the strange transformations that the island can throw at you, which led to people turning into animals. A few people even turned into animals from their respective realities, which is what we're going to be talking about today. Wildlife from home versus wildlife on the island." He waved around the forested terrain and grinned. "This could be pretty much any swampy jungle planet back in my galaxy. The exact where of it doesn't matter. The important thing is..."
A howling screech of a roar cut through the terrain, so loud the ground underfoot shook.
"... It's got rancors."
Yeah, that would definitely be the puddles at your feet rippling to a rhythm faintly reminiscent of the water in a certain movie about hungry dinosaurs on an island somewhere.
None of those elements seemed to be helping Summer much with the Abyssinian cat clinging to her and staring at...everything with her giant, beautiful, prettiest eyes in the whole multiverse. "And I'm from the suburbs!" she chirped happily, while trying to move Pancakes away from digging her claws into her shoulder and hold her out for everyone to see. "We've got crap for wildlife, so I just brought my cat!"
A cat who was clearly thrilled to be there.
"Hey, she is pretty," Kanan mused, looking at Pancakes appreciatively. "... Should I tone down the rancor sim a little? We were going to let people take shots at them."
Kanan, nobody needed plural rancors.
"Naaaah," said Summer, who was now hunching slightly to accommodate for the fact that Pancakes seemed to think that the back of Summer's shoulders was clearly the best perch for stiffly watching out for plural rancors "we good. So, yeah! Rancors! And shooting at them! Because sometimes, that's honestly the best way to deal with wildlife, but if shooting's not your jam...there's a cat."
Someone please take the cat.
"And once the rancor sim has run its course and you've gotten your cat cuddle fix over with, we can go over a few examples of wildlife local to Fandom," Kanan added. "So arm yourself with blasters or cat treats, and-- Summer, we aren't running the gremlin sim yet."
Apparently nobody had informed the gremlin that was launching itself out of the branches of the nearest tree directly at Kanan's face of that plan. His eyes went wide, he threw out a hand, and the gremlin went flying back again, bouncing off the nearest tree, bouncing to its feet, and snarling before looking around for an easier set of ankles to chomp.
Apparently it was also not a sim.
And of course that was the moment not one, not two, but three rancors stormed into view.
And of course there went the cat, launching herself from Summer's shoulders to make sure she was running as quick as she could in the opposite direction.
[OOC: Open!]
Kanan was looking entirely too smug about this setup, class.
"Last week we discussed some of the strange transformations that the island can throw at you, which led to people turning into animals. A few people even turned into animals from their respective realities, which is what we're going to be talking about today. Wildlife from home versus wildlife on the island." He waved around the forested terrain and grinned. "This could be pretty much any swampy jungle planet back in my galaxy. The exact where of it doesn't matter. The important thing is..."
A howling screech of a roar cut through the terrain, so loud the ground underfoot shook.
"... It's got rancors."
Yeah, that would definitely be the puddles at your feet rippling to a rhythm faintly reminiscent of the water in a certain movie about hungry dinosaurs on an island somewhere.
None of those elements seemed to be helping Summer much with the Abyssinian cat clinging to her and staring at...everything with her giant, beautiful, prettiest eyes in the whole multiverse. "And I'm from the suburbs!" she chirped happily, while trying to move Pancakes away from digging her claws into her shoulder and hold her out for everyone to see. "We've got crap for wildlife, so I just brought my cat!"
A cat who was clearly thrilled to be there.
"Hey, she is pretty," Kanan mused, looking at Pancakes appreciatively. "... Should I tone down the rancor sim a little? We were going to let people take shots at them."
Kanan, nobody needed plural rancors.
"Naaaah," said Summer, who was now hunching slightly to accommodate for the fact that Pancakes seemed to think that the back of Summer's shoulders was clearly the best perch for stiffly watching out for plural rancors "we good. So, yeah! Rancors! And shooting at them! Because sometimes, that's honestly the best way to deal with wildlife, but if shooting's not your jam...there's a cat."
Someone please take the cat.
"And once the rancor sim has run its course and you've gotten your cat cuddle fix over with, we can go over a few examples of wildlife local to Fandom," Kanan added. "So arm yourself with blasters or cat treats, and-- Summer, we aren't running the gremlin sim yet."
Apparently nobody had informed the gremlin that was launching itself out of the branches of the nearest tree directly at Kanan's face of that plan. His eyes went wide, he threw out a hand, and the gremlin went flying back again, bouncing off the nearest tree, bouncing to its feet, and snarling before looking around for an easier set of ankles to chomp.
Apparently it was also not a sim.
And of course that was the moment not one, not two, but three rancors stormed into view.
And of course there went the cat, launching herself from Summer's shoulders to make sure she was running as quick as she could in the opposite direction.
[OOC: Open!]
Re: Animals!
Even if she grabbed a couple and said, "Well, these are boring," and wondering if she could get away with painting some at work later.
Anyway, shooting!
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Honestly, rancors!