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Physical Education, Thursday, Per 2

The class today was meeting in the Danger Shop because… because programming an obstacle course had seemed like a far simpler option than actually building one.

'Seemed' being the operative word, as the teachers were bound to find out pretty soon.

"Good morning," Liam said, looking out at the assembled students. "And welcome to Physical Education!" Was that too obnoxiously cheerful for a class that was ostensibly about exercise? Liam didn't care; he was still pretty giddy over the whole newly-engaged thing. "It's the first week, so tradition dictates that we start with introductions before we go on to anything else. I'm Liam Kincaid," for now, anyway. "I'm also the sheriff in town, which most days involves keeping the Troopers from causing trouble out of boredom."

"And I'm Verity Price," Verity said, casually leaning against Liam. Look, it hadn't even been twenty-four hours yet; the shiny hadn't worn off yet "The day manager at the bar none of you are allowed in. I'm also a tango dancer and a cryptozoologist, all of which require a surprising amount of exercise and muscle control." And a ridiculous amount of weapons, but she wasn't going to mention that.

"All right," Liam said. "Now let's hear from you," he pointed to a student at random. "Name, what year you're in, and what you hope to get out of this class. Then we'll get on to the good stuff."

"If you're not hoping for anything specific out of class, we'll take your favorite kind of physical activity," Verity added. "That's safe for class."

There were just some things your teachers didn't need to know about you lot.

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Exercising

Okay, mostly it's watching your teachers try not to look giddy at each other and failing. Sorry about that.

You know the drill by now!

Name, class, what you wanna get out of this class or favorite activity

After the last introduction was made, Verity hit the button that would bring up the epic obstacle course they had prepared. It involved free-running, trampolines, ziplines...honestly, it looked like something out of American Ninja Warrior.

It was gonna be so cool, everyone.

...Cue her surprise when what came up was not an impressive obstacle course, but the interior of a small bodega.

Which was nothing compared to the surprise when, in the midst of wandering, people start getting sucked into various snacks on the shelves.

How one went from "kidnapped by a bag of candy" to "dressed in a luchador mask and in a wrestling ring with a giant jawbreaker" was one of those mysteries of the universe no one had ever thought to ask about.

Until today.

When that bell dings, throw yourself off the ropes and see how far you get bouncing on panicking gummy bears!

Try not to get stopped by the cops!

[Hitting the ground is like landing on very thick gym mats and crashing into things does not hurt. Bouncing off gummies almost certainly feels as weird as you think it does. Feel free to end up in a tag-team or in the same arena if you want interaction!]

Edited 2019-09-05 04:12 (UTC)

So, like, that was a weird Danger Shop fluke. Surely class will be normal next time!

They're even more confused than you are, cause they programmed this!

[For those who can't/don't want to play a Flash game for class, Burrito Bison is a candy-themed game where you play a luchador-masked bison who travels through stages bouncing off fleeing gummy bears. With enough speed, you crash through giant doors at the end of each level to advance to the next stage until you finally crash through the third stage and back into the bodega.]

Edited 2019-09-05 04:15 (UTC)

"Okay but why a luchadore mask?"

That wasn't Verity's first question. It wasn't even the most important.

And yet she couldn't help but ask.

Liam was just frowning down at the Danger Shop controls. The original program was still there, so why...?

Wayne

Trevor Belmont

"My name us Trevor Belmont, apparently I'm a senior." Still didn't quite get it. "I don't know what I'd like to learn. I didn't exactly pick the class."

Wayne stood there listening, with his arms crossed in front of his chest, his brow slightly creased with the disconsolate worry that this lovey-dovey vibe coming hot off the teachers right now would be a theme for the whole semester. He was wondering if it would be impolite to just tell 'em pitter-patter already, because he'd been looking forward to getting to do some education of a physical nature all week, and it was high time to just get at 'er.

"M'Wayne," he said. "Junior. An' all I'm hopin' to get out of this class is a physical education, as billed, as advertised, but fuck if I know that can be a pretty high hope around this place."

And cue the less-than-impressed grumble from Wayne, who didn't imagine they were going to be getting much physical education in a shop.

Oh! Unless they'd be heading back to the stock room and liftin' heavy boxes or something like that. That'd be right along with chorin', that wouldn't be so bad, if they were to head on back to the stock room...

But of course they weren't fucking doing that. Of course they were fucking getting sucked into snack packs. Because why the fuck not?

Sabine Wren

Grog Strongjaw

"My name is Grog, and I'm supposedly a soft-something. I didn't expect to be here so I didn't pick my classes, but this one sounds like training and fighting and stuff, and that's what I'm good at."

See, now, when Wayne found himself dropped into a bag of snacks from a bodega, wearing a luchador mask in a wrestling ring faced with a bunch of gummy bears, his first instinct wasn't exactly to jump on them so much as it was to just come swinging.

Which meant he wasn't really making a lot of progress, but he was sure getting some good punches in.

Even if it did feel a bit weird.

On one hand, Grog was happy to not be in the cramped space of the bodega for too long.

On the other hand, being stuck inside a bag of Cheetos was... okay, it was pretty tasty, he wasn't going to complain right away.

"I've heard that happens around here, with the classes being picked for you," Liam said sympathetically. "Still, hopefully you'll get something useful out of this one."

"That's the plan," Liam informed Wayne. The plan that was going to (rather colorfully) go off the rails, but the plan all the same.

"If you're not sure what you wanna get out of this, what's your favorite kind of physical activity?" Verity asked when he was done chatting with Liam. "How do you like to burn energy when you can't just sit still?"

"Just a simple, normal goddamn class," Verity agreed. "Something you'd find in any high school in America. There's even a dodgeball class planned."

Which would probably be its own kind of hell, because it was high school dodgeball, but it was an expected kind of hell.

There weren't a lot of people taller than Liam, but this kid was one of them. He looked up and grinned. "Sophomore," he confirmed. "And that'd be about right. Some of the activities we have planned might not be the kind that are useful in a fight, on their own, but it's all part of keeping in good physical condition." Not that Grog looked like he'd have any trouble in that area.

Verity could believe it. Grog almost looked like an Oread, save for that pesky 'not being made of rock thing.' Still, Verity couldn't help but grin when she saw him.

Look, it was just nice to have non-humans in class. Spending time surrounded only by humans made Verity a little twitchy.

"What kind of weapons do you prefer?" she asked. "Or are you more of a brawler?"

"My last class was about making a website." And Trevor was wearing 16th Century clothing from Eastern Europe, so...

"Does drinking count?" Trevor, no.

"What." Yeah, consider Trevor also suitably confused.

"That would be good. I don't want to get soft sticking around here," Grog said. "I'm not used to being in one place for too long."

"I do love a good axe, but getting up close and personal feels good too, in a different kind of way," Grog said. "Especially if I'm fighting someone who's as good as I am, 'cause then it's all about skill and strength and not just who has the biggest weapon."

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