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fandomhigh2019-07-01 08:05 am
uncertain_dume) wrote in fandomhigh2019-07-01 08:05 am
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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.
[OOC: Open!]
"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.
[OOC: Open!]
Re: Discuss!
Re: Discuss!
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.