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fandomhigh2019-02-25 08:25 am
biotic_psychotic) wrote in fandomhigh2019-02-25 08:25 am
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Civics - Art of Civil Disobedience Monday 4th Period
She'd woken and wheedled Kaidan to play pack mule to help her get all the supplies to class. She was a week off-syllabus but this was what she felt like doing today and Jack thought the students might enjoy this more the first class after Spring break.
Jack had borrowed tables from other nearby classrooms. It wasn't stealing, she had 4th period class and would put them back afterward. On the table were piles of stuff.
CamelBak backpacks in black and tan. Next to them were strips of name tape with the student's names embroidered on one side and velcro on the other to attach to the pack. Some extremely nasty-looking black pocket knives. Folded and laminated maps of the US. A pile of new flour sack towels. Small but comprehensive first-aid kits. Tubular silver metal whistles. Leatherman multi-tools in leather sheaths. Small black LED flashlights. Folded and compact mylar space blankets. Small bottles of water-safe tablets. Little metal tubes with a grit side for the wooden matches contained within. Plain shiny chrome Zippo-style butane lighters. Small metal mess kits - they contained a small alcohol stove and tripod, a mug that could be used as a small pot, a lid that could be used as a tiny frying pan or plate, and a set of silverware. Biffy bags, essentially drybags with a squashed roll of toilet paper, a bunch of single-serve wetnaps, and a pack of what looked like dog poo clean-up bags was inside. There was also a very large pile of both locking and non-locking swing-gate carabiners.
"Welcome back," Jack drawled. "Today we're going to do something low key." She held up a backpack, "You're going to put together what's called a 'go bag'. This is a bag you leave packed and ready somewhere close at hand so you can, as the name suggests, grab it and go. The piles here are things you might need. You only get one of each, except the carabiners." She held one up as an example. "Take as many of those as you think you might need, as long as everyone in class gets some. Oh, and the cotton fabric. There's enough you can each have several of those, too."
Jack held up the knife and flicked it open with a metallic snick. "Yes, I'm giving you knives. No, you are not allowed to cut, stab, slash, poke, or in any way use these to harm your classmates in this class. What you do outside class is your business but I wouldn't suggest doing it then either. These are tactical knives and I'll show you how to use all the bits and bobs on it. Likewise with the Leatherman." She put the knife down and picked up the multi-tool, opening all the little bits for it. She made a face at it. "These things annoy me but I can't deny they're an effective tool."
She went on to explain what all the items were and how they could be used. You might be surprised just how many uses those tea-towels had. Jack spent a few minutes demonstrating how to open canned goods both with the little can-opener widget on the Leatherman but also just with the tactical knife.
"If you want some practice, the Danger Room's been set up for you. The scenario is a survival style - it goes from forest to urban wreckage. You can practice opening cans, building fires, whatever. The packs you build will be replicated in the room for you.
This isn't all you'll put in the bags. You'll also want clothing, food, probably a bedroll or sleeping bag. Spare pare of shoes or boots. Tent or some sort of shelter. That stuff, you're on your own for. The bags and stuff in this room is yours to keep. We'll be getting to the IDs and papers you'll need soon.
If you have questions, I'm here."
She waved an idle hand at the piles.
[ooc is now up.]
Jack had borrowed tables from other nearby classrooms. It wasn't stealing, she had 4th period class and would put them back afterward. On the table were piles of stuff.
CamelBak backpacks in black and tan. Next to them were strips of name tape with the student's names embroidered on one side and velcro on the other to attach to the pack. Some extremely nasty-looking black pocket knives. Folded and laminated maps of the US. A pile of new flour sack towels. Small but comprehensive first-aid kits. Tubular silver metal whistles. Leatherman multi-tools in leather sheaths. Small black LED flashlights. Folded and compact mylar space blankets. Small bottles of water-safe tablets. Little metal tubes with a grit side for the wooden matches contained within. Plain shiny chrome Zippo-style butane lighters. Small metal mess kits - they contained a small alcohol stove and tripod, a mug that could be used as a small pot, a lid that could be used as a tiny frying pan or plate, and a set of silverware. Biffy bags, essentially drybags with a squashed roll of toilet paper, a bunch of single-serve wetnaps, and a pack of what looked like dog poo clean-up bags was inside. There was also a very large pile of both locking and non-locking swing-gate carabiners.
"Welcome back," Jack drawled. "Today we're going to do something low key." She held up a backpack, "You're going to put together what's called a 'go bag'. This is a bag you leave packed and ready somewhere close at hand so you can, as the name suggests, grab it and go. The piles here are things you might need. You only get one of each, except the carabiners." She held one up as an example. "Take as many of those as you think you might need, as long as everyone in class gets some. Oh, and the cotton fabric. There's enough you can each have several of those, too."
Jack held up the knife and flicked it open with a metallic snick. "Yes, I'm giving you knives. No, you are not allowed to cut, stab, slash, poke, or in any way use these to harm your classmates in this class. What you do outside class is your business but I wouldn't suggest doing it then either. These are tactical knives and I'll show you how to use all the bits and bobs on it. Likewise with the Leatherman." She put the knife down and picked up the multi-tool, opening all the little bits for it. She made a face at it. "These things annoy me but I can't deny they're an effective tool."
She went on to explain what all the items were and how they could be used. You might be surprised just how many uses those tea-towels had. Jack spent a few minutes demonstrating how to open canned goods both with the little can-opener widget on the Leatherman but also just with the tactical knife.
"If you want some practice, the Danger Room's been set up for you. The scenario is a survival style - it goes from forest to urban wreckage. You can practice opening cans, building fires, whatever. The packs you build will be replicated in the room for you.
This isn't all you'll put in the bags. You'll also want clothing, food, probably a bedroll or sleeping bag. Spare pare of shoes or boots. Tent or some sort of shelter. That stuff, you're on your own for. The bags and stuff in this room is yours to keep. We'll be getting to the IDs and papers you'll need soon.
If you have questions, I'm here."
She waved an idle hand at the piles.
[ooc is now up.]
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Build your backpacks
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Most of all, it was something useful. She couldn't help but be glad for that, too.
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But it was for, like, being emergency deployed on a mission, not needing to evacuate or anything like that. So she was having fun thinking up the differences in what her bags would need, being geared towards survival or being sent out on intervention.
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Don't mind Vette.
This was amazing and she was absolutely going to pull out that knife and admire it for a while as she made a mental checklist of other things that needed to go into the bag. Blaster power packs. Stims and kolto if she could get her hands on either. Enough credits to keep fed at least for a week...
Danger Room!
The fire is not real. The marshmallows, however, are.
The urban wreckage is old. Stores are mostly abandoned and falling apart. Rusting hulks of cars are scattered on the streets and in parking lots. Bottles of soda pop are scattered throughout the landscape. The faded labels read 'Nuka Cola' on them. They, unlike the marshmallows, are not real.
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The marshmallows were being tied to her bag. Never underestimate the importance of a well-timed sugar boost, right?
... The urban wreckage, on the other hand? Vette was almost smiling as she navigated that. It was very Earth, but the general sense of decay was almost homey all the same.
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