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fandomhigh2019-07-08 05:02 am
uncertain_dume) wrote in fandomhigh2019-07-08 05:02 am
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Adaptability And You, Monday, 2nd Period
Kanan looked a little bit as though he'd been beaten upside the head with a brick this morning. A figurative one, not a literal one, though he had little doubt that would probably come later.
"The clinic, the dorms, and Caritas," he said, once it looked as though students had settled into the simulated Danger Shop classroom today. There was no way he was making them sit outside in the smoke, no. He was dropping a handful of cheap industrial respirator masks onto his desk and waving at them, gesturing for the students to help themselves. They had better back home, yes, but between waking up this morning and doing radio, he really hadn't had a chance to take a jaunt off to another galaxy and shake down some Imperials to steal them, so... "They're your safe spaces. If you get caught out and something too dangerous for you to handle goes on outside, make your way to whichever is closest as quickly as possible, if it's safe to do so. I don't know what's out there this week, but whatever it is, when it hits, I'm telling you now it's going to be ugly."
He was well aware that this summer was starting to make him sound like a paranoid maniac, but it probably didn't count when he was right, did it?
"These masks should at least help you breathe a little easier, if you're a person who needs to do that sort of thing and if you don't already have your own equipment. No, they aren't pretty, but they are functional. Help yourselves. Grab extras for your friends. I bought... a lot, this morning. There's a hardware store in Baltimore right now that I made very happy today. I know I had mentioned maybe talking about getting basic supplies like food, but it looks like the food's fine for the time being. This week, we're going to spend some time here in the Danger Shop making some use of improvised weapons. Or putting your running and hiding skills to the test."
Yes, he really did think it was going to be this bad.
"So far, and after last week I'm aware that this could change at any given moment, we have the benefit of knowing our way around town. This is a familiar space. So I'm not going to tear that rug out from underfoot. Not yet, anyway. What I am going to do is set you loose in a sim of the school, and something in here wants to grab you. You don't know what it is. You won't until it finds you. The exits have been locked."
He jerked a thumb toward the simulated door.
"Survive. Whether that means outrunning them, outthinking them, hiding, or coming up with makeshift weapons is up to you. Team up if you need to. Go at it alone if you'd rather. You just have to manage it for the next twenty minutes, and then we'll have a discussion about what worked for you and what didn't."
Space, his brain itched.
"The clinic, the dorms, and Caritas," he said, once it looked as though students had settled into the simulated Danger Shop classroom today. There was no way he was making them sit outside in the smoke, no. He was dropping a handful of cheap industrial respirator masks onto his desk and waving at them, gesturing for the students to help themselves. They had better back home, yes, but between waking up this morning and doing radio, he really hadn't had a chance to take a jaunt off to another galaxy and shake down some Imperials to steal them, so... "They're your safe spaces. If you get caught out and something too dangerous for you to handle goes on outside, make your way to whichever is closest as quickly as possible, if it's safe to do so. I don't know what's out there this week, but whatever it is, when it hits, I'm telling you now it's going to be ugly."
He was well aware that this summer was starting to make him sound like a paranoid maniac, but it probably didn't count when he was right, did it?
"These masks should at least help you breathe a little easier, if you're a person who needs to do that sort of thing and if you don't already have your own equipment. No, they aren't pretty, but they are functional. Help yourselves. Grab extras for your friends. I bought... a lot, this morning. There's a hardware store in Baltimore right now that I made very happy today. I know I had mentioned maybe talking about getting basic supplies like food, but it looks like the food's fine for the time being. This week, we're going to spend some time here in the Danger Shop making some use of improvised weapons. Or putting your running and hiding skills to the test."
Yes, he really did think it was going to be this bad.
"So far, and after last week I'm aware that this could change at any given moment, we have the benefit of knowing our way around town. This is a familiar space. So I'm not going to tear that rug out from underfoot. Not yet, anyway. What I am going to do is set you loose in a sim of the school, and something in here wants to grab you. You don't know what it is. You won't until it finds you. The exits have been locked."
He jerked a thumb toward the simulated door.
"Survive. Whether that means outrunning them, outthinking them, hiding, or coming up with makeshift weapons is up to you. Team up if you need to. Go at it alone if you'd rather. You just have to manage it for the next twenty minutes, and then we'll have a discussion about what worked for you and what didn't."
Space, his brain itched.
Re: Lecture!
She hefted hers in explanation and didn't take one.
Re: Lecture!
Kanan just nodded and gave her a thumbs-up.
"Take a few anyway, in case you bump into somebody without?"
Re: Lecture!
Re: Lecture!
The goblins had probably been into his medkit in there. He just knew it.
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His own ship was significantly smaller. Funny that.