fandomhigh | Adaptability And You, Monday, 2nd Period

Kanan had been planning, on his way to the classroom, to teach a lesson today about how to carry enough on your person when going into unfamiliar situations that students should potentially be covered for, at the very least, a violent encounter or an injury of some sort. Unfortunately, by the time he made his way into the black-and-white classroom, took a brush to the black-and-white chalkboard to clean off the day's previous lesson (whatever it might have been), straightened his necktie and tugged his tweed blazer into place, and set up the good ol' modern miracle that was the reel-to-reel projector, little things like first aid had completely managed to slip his mind.

"Good morning, class," he said, giving his students a wholesome 1950s smile. "Today we're going to be watching a film strip about what to do in the event of an atomic bomb, so settle in and make sure to pay attention!"

Yep. They were definitely watching that Duck and Cover film strip.

That was a thing they were doing.

And if Mr. Jarrus, mild-mannered high school teacher, had any idea that the whole thing was absolute - ahem - bullshit, well, he wasn't paid enough to disabuse his students of that notion.

He might have rolled his eyes from the back of the darkened classroom a bit, though.

[OOC: Open! Feel free to AU into 1950s schoolchildren or stay the same or come in as whatever other AU you want to be, today. Mmm, chaos.]

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It's the bomb!

Prince Sidon

Sabine Wren

Nina

Lana Beniko

Uuuugh, it's another one of those government-mandated safety films. No, you don't get popcorn. Take a seat in one of your neat little desks, all lined up in neat little rows, and try not to get caught passing notes during the safety video.

Which was clearly made for little children. Presumably so they wouldn't panic before being vaporized.

Sidon wouldn't have sat very naturally at one of those desks normally, but at that moment, when it was particularly important to let everyone know that he was clearly too cool for school, it would be paramount to kick up his feet, tilt the chair back on just two legs, and, chewing on what was obviously the world's strongest toothpick for having to survive that long with those teeth, flip up the collar of his jacket that would let everyone within sight of it know that he was not to be messed with.

Especially if you were a Jet...

He didn't even know why he bothered coming to class; school was for chumps, and he could be out in the streets right now, where there was surely an epic dance-off between gangs that could use his snapping skills right now.

Yup, we're really watching that film with the turtle in it.

Enjoy that classic 1950s animation and that man telling you how hiding under your desk will help protect you from a burn that's far worse than a sunburn, truly.

After shutting off the projector and turning the lights back on in the classroom, Kanan made his way back to the front of the class.

"Okay, students, we're going to try this one for ourselves. The sirens have started, and so what do you do?"

Yes, Mr. Jarrus here did absolutely expect you all to squeeze yourselves under your desks.

Have fun with that.

...Sidon wouldn't have been able to fit under those desks even if he'd wanted to.

Normally, he would at least try, though. Because that was normally the type of person he was. But he wasn't exactly himself at the moment.

He gave a toothy smirk, flicked his toothpick off to the corner of the room, and was just going to snicker at any of those squares who were ~~presumately~~ going to duck and cover.

He was a tough guy. He was a Shark. He wasn't afraid of no atomic bomb.

Edited 2019-07-22 13:58 (UTC)

Lana had no idea what was going on, but she could guess that something had happened to Kanan. It seemed at least a bit milder than some of the past changes. Still...

"Wouldn't shields be a better idea?"

Mr. Jarrus looked at Lana, a little bit bemused.

"Shields? Like knights use?"

Was... was that a thing that people actually carried around with them?

"They could, I suppose," Lana said, "but I've known military and even some businesspeople to use them, too." She shrugged. The world was dangerous.

Poor Mr. Jarrus looked so baffled.

"... Businesspeople do?"

He was absolutely picturing a big knight's shield, yes.

And Lana had no idea that those were a thing.

"You can never be too careful, especially in some industries. Competition is cutthroat."

"And that... doesn't get awkward to haul around all day?"

Maybe prop it up against one's desk...?

"...No?" Lana gave him an odd look. "Mostly people just attach them to their belts or a harness."

And now Mr. Jarrus was definitely picturing businessmen with their pants being pulled down.

Or - he glanced toward the projector screen - turtles.

"That must be... interesting."

"Not really," Lana said, shrugging.

Sabine, completely side eyeing all of this, landed under her desk.

That was easy. And weird.

Ahem. That's 'Mr. Jarrus' to you, today. Anyway, he's here until after class, when he'll wander back through the rift where the classroom door is and return to normal, presumably.

Who... is probably still a bird, if she tags in!

Kanan just figures she's the classroom pet or something.

Yeeeeep. Still a bird.

She was here, though. Birdily.

I had to do it, guys.

I had to.

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