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Working Together: How Not to be an A-Hole - Monday - Third Period

In the Danger Shop, Jack looked at the items and pictures on the holo of her desk, a little bemused at them. It was kind of adorable. Norman had brought in an actual burger. He could have taken a picture of the sign at Luke's but.. no, that was an actual burger right there on her desk next to a dandelion. She picked the two-day-old cold burger up and took a bite. Huh. Kind of like McDonald's for mealyness but with more flavor. Still bland. Meh. Calories were calories. She crunched on through the stale bun unbothered.

"So I see you guys did great with the scavenger hunt," she said around a mouthful, "After you finish the confidence course, today's goal is Two Truths and a Lie. With a twist. You'll still choose a captain. Instead of playing this one on one, you're going to round robin the f.. game. Each will take a turn telling two truths and one lie about themselves. The group as a whole has to decide which is the lie and turn it in to the team captain. Captain will keep track. Once everyone's gone, you'll tell whether or not your lie was discovered."

She nodded at the whiteboard on one wall. Then she nodded at the confidence course. "Have at."

[OCD is up. Please wait for Prompto to ping in for the confidence course thread.]

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Iiiiii have no idea about Bioshock so your Danger Shop for today is just the usual Danger Shop you've come to know and love.

Norman Babcock

Prompto Argentum

Okuyasu Nijimura

Lana Beniko

Owen Corley

"Captains so far: Lana, Prompto, Norman, and Whoever It Was Last Week. You do not get to continue the exercise until you've chosen someone."

~~cuz guuuuuuys you need to doooo this part~~

"So... Who's left, anyway?" A beat as Norman considered the confidence course. "And, um, how do we want to not do it today?"

It was tradition.

Tradition that was going to distract him from how this place and everything about it made him want to scream forever.

"Was I captain last week?" Okuyasu said. "I mean, I sort of did the thing. I think?"

He wasn't sure.

"You did the thing enough for me," Norman replied, shrugging a little. "Good job, Captain."

Former captain?

Guy?

Please hold until Prompto tags in.

The confidence course has been set up as usual. It's there. Waiting.

Okay, okay, okay. Here it was. It was Prompto's time to shine and he'd spent all week working on this thing to make sure it was perfect and infallible, even in the fact of all the talking animals, including the multiverse's most adorable little baby chocobo ever that stayed with him and tried distracting him over the weekend.

But he did it and he was pretty sure it would work, and after telling everyone last week that he was going to take care of the course this week, it would suck big time if he let them all down.

So he wasn't exactly there right as class began; he was using the time where Jack introduced the assignment for the day to sneakily slip toward the controls, wielding a small drive in his pocket. Plug the little guy in, take a moment to let it sync with his phone (c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon! He knew he should have worked on a faster compression rate, ugh!)...okay, got it! He was in! Just a few little tweaks here and theeeeere....yes, yes, yes! It was connecting exactly as he hoped it would, perfect! Okay! Showtime!

"Hey, guys!" Prompto slipped away from his sneaking and bounced back into the room, grinning wide. "Sorry I'm a little late; I had a...thing," if words could wink, that word was definitely winking, "to take care of. You guys ready?"

"Sure; and like Norman said, how are we not going to do it this time?" Lana asked.

"This time," said Prompto, dramatically, his grin going as crooked as it could go while he brandished his phone and giving it a little shake in the air, "we're not doing it...in style!"

And he pressed the image of a big red button that was displayed on his phone, which caused the lights in the Danger Shop to dim significantly, replaced with flashing red warning lights and a warning alarm (not too loud, nobody wanted that) while the whole course began to oh-so-artfully start glitching out into pixels and shapes. The glitching pixels got faster and faster until they finally just exploded into shining fireworks of blue, yellow, and pink...

...and when that settled, the confidence course was replaced with a long stretch of a grassy green field with lots of wildflowers scattered around (and a few more glitches here and there and missing pixels; Prompto was good, but he was't that good, this was a complete homebrew here, c'mon!)...and a handful of big colorful chocobos, one for each of the students, in completely moddable (and sometimes changing!) colors.

And Prompto's own jaw dropped. "YES!" he laughed, pumping a fist in the air and bouncing...dancing, really...where he stood, and he laughed again, bouncing over to a chocobo in classic yellow. "It worked! It actually worked! C'mon, guys! Chocobo rides!"

Jack arched an eyebrow and watched the display, but her only comment was a very dry, "Extra credit points for style."

"That... is really cool," Norman decided, blinking as he approached a smallish grey-green bird tentatively. "Uh, hey, buddy..."

Just because it wasn't real didn't mean it wasn't huge and a little terrifying, okay?

"Nah, dude, it's cool," Prompto encouraged him with a crooked grin at that tentative approach. "They're totally friendly! I know, because I programmed them! And, I mean, they're chocobos, they're the best."

"I mean, aside from 'really big bird,' I have no idea what that means," Norman noted, offering Prompto a kind of lopsided smile. "People ride on these? Really?"

"Yeah," Prompto said, nothing crooked about his smile now as it lit up his face, his tone just as wistful as it was excited and adoring. He rubbed an appreciative hand on the neck of the chocobo he'd claimed, and the chocobo little out a little wark of apprecition before a softer little kweh.

And Prompto was going to be a puddle on the floor for a moment. Even if he'd programmed it, he so wasn't even ready for that.

"They really do. Not so much in the city, where I'm from, but outside they do...it's kind of wild, I never actually even saw one first hand until coming here, which makes, like, no sense, but, whatever, man! I'll take it!"

"We don't really have anything like this back home," Norman said, tentatively reaching to rest a hand on his chocobo's beak. It gave a soft 'kweh' of its own, before pressing its face right into his armpit, leaving him standing there and blinking as it nudged him a half-step back with the gesture. "Well. We have horses? I guess?"

He'd never ridden a horse, either.

Lana laughed. "You didn't!" She shook her head. "What are those? They look like weirdly tufted orobirds."

"I did!" Prompto insisted with another laugh of his own, beaming proudly, but also going a little pink in the face over the fact that it seemed to be going really well, too. "And these are chocobos! They're from my world...and Zack's, too, actually, which is kind of cool, because no one's ever heard of them, except Eye-ris has a baby one; she let me babysit him this weekend, his name is Silly, and the name is very appropriate! Anyway, they're mounted animals, and they can go really fast, too, if you want! I figured this would be way more fun than just replacing the course and strolling across, right?"

Or he just wanted an excuse to have chocobos. Take your pick.

Either of those was valid, really.

"Orobirds back home are mounts, too," Lana said, "though I've only ridden one once." She went up to one of the chocobos and held up a hand carefully. When it seemed well-behaved, she ran a hand down its flank.

"Everyone lists their two truths and one lie. As a group, I want you to work on these one by one and see if you can process of elimination it to discover the lie. Captain will list which the group has decided is a lie on the whiteboard. After everyone's has been listed, you'll indicate yes or no whether yours was discovered."

Two truths and a lie, huh? This shouldn't be so difficult. Norman considered what he'd pick, thankful for something to throw his attention into that wasn't the raving insane ghosts outside.

Anything to throw his attention into that wasn't the raving insane ghosts outside.

"Okay..." He hummed a little. "I'm obsessed with movies about ghosts, I'm related to the crazy old hermit who used to live on the outskirts of my hometown, and my big sister was the homecoming queen in her senior year."

Edited (two truths two truths not the other way around) 2019-06-10 19:05 (UTC)

"I think that first one is true," Okuyasu said. "I mean, look at him."

"I don't know, man," Prompto cut in with a grin. "I've seen his comic book collection, and it's all zombies, zombies, zombies. So I'd definitely believe he's lying about the ghost part..."

His smile was apologetic, almost as if he felt like he was betraying a fellow nerd for calling him out like that.

"And I just mostly want the second one, at least, to be true," he added with a chuckle.

Lana thought about it.

"My parents own a huttball team, I was one of only two survivors of my previous class, and I can generally tell when people are lying, so it's kind of pointless for me to play this game."

What?

"I don't even know what huttball is," Norman noted, "but only two survivors of your previous class?"

He paused a moment.

"How big was it to start?"

Did they get questions to clarify? He grimaced apologetically.

"I'm going to lean into that one as the lie," he said, before anybody got the idea that he actually expected an answer.

"I hope that one's the lie," Prompto chimed in with a grimace, because if it wasn't....damn, Lana. That'd be kind of messed up.

As messed up as the fact that he had a weird suspicion that it actually might not be the lie...

Oh, man. Prompto was a horrible liar and he knew it so he had a feeling this wasn't going to be difficult for anyone and it would just be futile to try and outsmart his pretty smart classmates.

And if anyone thought Prompto would be doing anything else in this class without totally snuggling into his chocobo, then they were so wrong.

He half wanted to nominate a Chocobo for team captain, really.

"Alright, okay. Two truths and a lie." But he reminded himself to not be so dumb as to put them in that order. "Let's see...uhhhh....okay, okay, I'm an onl--"

Only he stopped there, blinked, and realized that what he was about to say might not actually technically be true anymore and his brow furrowed for a second as his brain sort of recalculated.

"So, no. Okay. How about this? Chocobos are my >favorite animals, like, ever, ummmm....I've never played sports in school, aaaaand....." Hmm, what would be a good third one? Hmmmmm. Man. "Err, I'm, uh....adopted?"

Kind of a lame finish, but it worked, and, again, he wasn't exactly good at this sort of thing.

"After we skipped by the confidence course like that, there's no way I'm going to call 'lie' on those birds," Norman laughed. "So it's either sports or adoption."

He considered Prompto thoughtfully.

"I mean, he seems pretty sporty to me?"

Okuyasu thought about that one for a second.

"Uhh, I am the last surviving member of my family, I kind of died for a little bit before coming to school here, and... I really like spicy food."

He was not good at this. Though maybe his truths would seem so outlandish as to work here.

"Ohmygod," said Prompto, "if the last one is the lie, I am just going to cry," and snuggle into his chocobo a little more, "because that would be the saddest set of statements ever, dude."

A world where you couldn't enjoy spicy food, your family was all dead, and you almost died, too??

Granted, Prompto wasn't even close to his parents, like, at all, but still! STILL!!

"Wait!" Okuyasu said, his face scrunching. "I accidentally lied twice."

He was really bad at this.

"Sorry."

In case there needs discussion.

She's here. She's munching a stale burger like it ain't no thang.

When she signs in.

Peebee kind of really wanted to get out there and explore the rest of this weird new locale, to be honest. The physics that had gone into the construction of Rapture (and the ways in which they were failing) fascinated her, and so did the Splicers, and just -- everything, okay?

But for now, here she was. With stale popcorn.

and now I want a burger.
But not a stale 2-day old gross spacemeat burger.

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Working Together: How Not to be an A-Hole - Monday - Third Period

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