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Adaptability And You, Monday, 2nd Period

Today's class was being held inside the school. In a classroom. Because, while Kanan would normally like to do the summertime-chat-on-the-lawn thing, he really didn't trust the giggling bushes that Sparkle had mentioned. Or the occasional things-being-knocked-over-for-no-apparent-reason. Or the fact that he could sense you creepy stalker guys thinking you were being sneaky, come right the kriff on.

"So," he said, once it looked like people had come in and gotten themselves settled, "since this is the second summer term, I'm going to go right ahead and assume you've all been here for the first half of... all of this. For those of you who I don't recognize, I am so sorry you showed up for a summer where the Island seems to not be able to make up its mind whether it wants us dead or not. But that's why I'm teaching this class, and waking up on a Monday in order to do it."

He was literally already awake anyway, he did radio broadcasts on Monday mornings. Walked the dog. Did a lap of the island to see what was trying to kill them this week.

"I'm Kanan Jarrus, you can call me 'Professor Jarrus' if a need for formality is absolutely killing you, but I kinda prefer Kanan. I didn't go to school for this or anything. I'm just a guy who happened to make a lifestyle out of adapting and surviving. For the rest of the summer, we're going to work on that, taking this class to assess the situation as it stands on the island and talk about what we might need to make it through. Since the situation outside the door right now seems to be, 'mostly normal, with a side order of creepy giggling bushes,' we're going to take the opportunity to talk about what we can each bring to a general emergency situation before talking about how to handle... giggling bushes... in particular. Maybe speculate about what that is out there and what we might be in for."

It was a nice, straightforward class, he thought. Even if it didn't involve shooting things right away. Sorry, Sabine.

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Kanan could only imagine the glitter was a big assist in the stealth department. There had to be a story there, what.

"I can vouch for the healing skills," he offered, "so I assume you're pretty adept at the combat magic, too. The summoning thing is interesting. What sort of things?"

Also, were they things the island actually wanted around? Kanan had a concern.

Kanan nodded a little. Yeah, he'd felt it, too.

"Could be anything," he noted, "but it definitely isn't squirrels. I imagine people might want to stay armed and avoid going out alone for this one, just in case."

It was... shockingly not as big an issue as most people would probably find it, for sneaking around. Nina was just that good at stealth.

While looking like the exact opposite of anything even vaguely stealthy.

"I'm just as good at combat magic as I am at healing," Nina assured him, since it was true, thanks to how her world handled magic. "And, like, with enough time and preparation....... I could summon basically anything?????????? Like, anything from butterflies to demons?????????? And, like, since they're summoned under contract, they won't hurt people I don't want hurt??????????????"

Because Nina was actually a very responsible magic user!

That still earned a blink from Kanan, at least. A slow blink. A mildly stunned blink. But a blink all the same.

Huh. Good to know.

"And would you say there are any situations that might be a bit much for you? You don't have to answer this one, it's mostly so that people know they might want to check in with you if the island does anything that leaves you out of your element."

Seriously, gonna ask everybody this one.

Nina tilted her head slightly, frowning as she considered that.

"I mean, like, I was trained to be an all-rounder," she ventured, after a moment. "Like, I'm supposed to be able to handle anything and everyone on my own because I usually am on my own???????"

Which was useful, having all those skills, but also kind of an ugly truth about being a spy, so...

"So, like, unless something is just literally too much and overwhelms me.......... I don't.... know????????"

Kanan hummed a little at that. Hey, he'd been trained as a Jedi, raised to fight entire battles solo if the need arose. He could understand an answer like that.

He also knew damn well that sometimes you didn't realize your weaknesses until you were staring them dead in the face with nowhere to run.

"Fair enough," he settled on. "It's not always an easy question to answer."

Sabine was here, and Sabine knew the real title of the class so she was even okay not shooting yet.

"Sabine." Most people already knew her. "I've spent the summer so far fighting things, or making supply runs of one kind of another. My weaponry depends on what the setting is."

Which she hated!

"Any that have given you more trouble than they should? Makeshift weapons we could look at refining for you, maybe?"

See Kanan get right down to business. He didn't need to ask if Sabine knew what she was doing. She was Mandalorian, that part went without saying.

"Chemicals can have reactions when say, you're flooded. I've lucked out there." Which was why Hera let her store her stuff there, where nothing had been touched yet. "Blasters are risky when you're domed in. I should get some different blades, just in case."

"We can arrange for that," Kanan noted. "Have you considered talking to Amaya, in town? She makes some fine weaponry, and enjoys the hell out of a challenge."

"Right." Lana sort of figured at this point everybody knew these things, but she could see his point. "I can throw lightning, lift things, move energy around, heal, and things like that."

"Definitely," Lana agreed. "Do you think we could ask the squirrels what it is? They might have a better perspective." Literally.

"I've considered it, and I should," she agreed. ~~Just... RL. Ugh.~~

"Maybe," Kanan mused, "but if these things can hide from Force-sensitives in every sense but... sensing them," that sentence had been doomed to failure from the start, "I can't imagine some drunks with fur will have better luck."

"And you're not terrible with a lightsaber," Kanan added, grinning crookedly.

~~Oh, I know that pain.~~

"If you want to give one of her weapons a try," he noted, "I have a couple of swords from her. I can pass one along to you to give a test run so you can make up your mind before dropping the credits on one of your own."

Delirium

Del was mouthing the words 'Professor Jarrus' over and over thoughtfully - well, as thoughtfully as could be done while suffering silent, shoulder-shaking giggles.

PROfessOR JARrus
ProFESSor jarRUS
ProffeSSOR jaRRUs
.. she was going to keep changing the emphasis until she found one that suited.

Spoiler alert: she was going to keep calling him Kanan because none of them did.

Delirium was confused. "This is Barnabas," she said, introducing Barnabas, "He is a Good Dog. Dogs are good in emergencies. They tell you what to do and keep you warm and prevent falling off cliffs into clouds."

Well. Hers did.

"I'm. Delirium?" She looked at Barnabas for confirmation. She was, today, wasn't she? He gave a solemn nod. The rest of the question, she didn't understand. She'd listened to the others and shook her head. "I can swim too but do you mean water swim or in the air swim and do you mean as a people-sorta-shaped-shark or as a hundred thousand fishies? I like being fishies best. They can swim anywhere. I could mayyyyyyybe be a people-sorta-shaped-shark? But maybe not so tall? Um. I don't.. I don't fight things? That isn't what I do. I'm not for fighting things? Nobody's ever tried to fight me? Maybe.." She perked up.

"No, Delirium," Barnabas said firmly, "No."

She wilted a little. "Um. I can drive real good? I'm a really good driver. Everyone says so."

Plucking a blade of grass - yes, from the classroom floor, where grass suddenly appeared specifically because she thought it ought to - she fidgeted with it and made it into a reed between her fingers to whistle against for a minute. It sounded like a flute. It should have sounded like a burring little razz noise that most grass-reeds made but Delirium didn't like that noise. "I don't do magic. I've never had to defend myself from anything but mean people. I don't like mean people. I tell them that and they go away. Um. Um. I don't see things like human people see them? I see everything. I can't help it. I'm sorry. I try not to because everything all at once is real pretty but it makes it hard to see any one thing, you know? I don't know." She dropped the blade of grass and it disappeared. "Barnabas?" she asked pleadingly.

Barnabas sighed and gave her a patient sort of look. "The Lady Delirium," he began solemnly, "is the immortal anthropomorphic personification of insanity. She cannot be hurt, she cannot be killed, she cannot be stopped by anything short of her own will to do so. The rules of what you think of as 'reality' do not apply to her unless she wills them to. The question of skills doesn't truly apply." He paused and then added, "If you need something, if you need safety, it is best just to ask her for what you need. If you begin to explain why, you might be there for hours trying. Delirium is, at heart, kind and she tries to be helpful. The adage 'be careful what you ask for' applies, however. She does her best." He was fond of his small, fractured mistress.

Del just listened. She.. didn't understand but that's why she was taking this class. To learn what people meant when they said 'emergencies' and stuff.

She glanced at the door and then asked slowly. "You mean.. you don't always hear them laughing? Or the grass talking? Or trees whispering?"

With the power of poodoo!

"Thank you, Barnabas, Delirium," Kanan said, nodding to both in kind. "Don't worry, Delirium. Nobody expects anybody here to fight if that isn't something that they're for."

For starters, anybody who didn't know their way around a weapon was liable to hurt somebody who wasn't meant to be, if they toyed around with it. For another, Kanan didn't actually want to picture what a fight involving the anthropomorphic personification of insanity would entail.

"But helping," he added, "helping is good. Using fishes to guide people away from something that might hurt them, maybe. Or providing food?"

He was trying, here.

"Most people don't," Kanan noted.

Sure, he could. In a sense. But not all the time, or really without effort, and not quite so literally as all that.

"But I think the issue is less that the bushes are laughing, and more that there's something laughing while hiding in the bushes."

"The fishies is me," Del explained, "I could lead people somewhere but.. but I don't know what's not safe for them? It's all safe for me."

She brightened at the idea of food, "I can do food! I can make food!"

Kanan, do you enjoy a sudden rain of individually wrapped cream-filled sponge cakes whose name may or may not sound like 'jinkies'?

Hope so. Incoming.

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