fandomhigh | 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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Seriously, the danger out there isn't immediately obvious, buuut there are laughing shrubs outside and it's pretty clear that something is following people around. Go on and discuss that, speculate as to what it might be, and come up with strategies to keep as safe as possible through it. Emergency contact lists? Weapons? Whatever you guys can think of. Workshop this one.

"It seems to me," Sidon proposed thoughtfully after a moment to consider, "that this could be a situation that calls for the power of numbers! If the situation turns dangerous, one has someone else there to either witness it, fight it, or perhaps even fetch some assistance if required! And, if the situation turns out to be not dangerous in the slightest, you simply have the excellent company of a very good friend, and who wouldn't simply revel in that happy occasion?"

"Not a bad suggestion for any week going forward, honestly," Kanan mused. "A buddy system, maybe a contact list so that people can call for help or check-ins if need be. If people want to, they can pass around their phones and add one another's numbers, if they're not there already."

A pause.

"If you don't have a phone, let me know and I'll make sure everybody does by this time next week."

Because damn.

"There's something or things following people around," Lana said. "I haven't been able to catch them at it, but given recent history, I don't trust it to stay benign."

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."

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

"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."

"Well, when you put it that way...they are much closer to the ground, though."

"Mm, I suppose it can't hurt to ask."

Unless, of course, the squirrels started getting lost, too.

"And if not, we won't be any worse off," Lana pointed out.

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?"

"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."

"Why's laughing bad, please?" Delirium asked slowly.

"Laughing, in and of itself, isn't bad," Kanan noted. "But it isn't happy laughing. And many people don't like being followed around and laughed at by people they don't know and can't see. For some people, that feels like danger."

"I can make the laughing stop?" she offered hesitantly, "Or.. Or I could make something follow around those follower people and laugh at them and then they could see how they like it and maybe they'd learn better than to laugh at people from shadows and make them scared?"

She fidgeted with another blade of grass. "I can do lots and lots of laughter." The mad usually could.

"Hmm," Kanan hummed in thought. "I'm tempted by the second one, admittedly, but perhaps we should hold off on making things follow the followers until we know what they are. I'd be worried about giving them incentive to do worse than laugh, just yet."

"Okay," Del answered with a shrug. "There's no bushes in here anyway. I'd have to put bushes in here and then bring in the laughing things but if you don't like the laughing things then I don't wanna."

"Yeah, let's not do that, then," Kanan replied easily. "But we'll keep the food thing in mind for later this week, just in case. Okay?"

"Okay," Delirium said, beginning to hum a small tune for no reason.

No, really, no reason.

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