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Shop Class, Monday

Sam stood in front of the room, and surveyed the class. "Hey guys. I hope you all got my e-mail, because I'm going to try something a little different today. As you know, we've been trying to think our way out of situations based on what's available in the junkyard. Unfortunately, we don't always have a handy junkyard available."

"Today's project deals with survival in different environments. When we did the survival kit project before, the environment ended up being fairly mild and relatively hospitable." She glanced over at Kawalsky and rolled her eyes at him. "Unfortunately, if you're fighting for survival, it's very seldom going to be in a lovely wooded area with a pond and fishing."

"Soo...." she drawled, leaning against the workbench, "you have your survival kits, which have been magically replenished since last time," Sam gestured towards an array of objects beside her, "and you can replace one of the things in your kit with one of the things on the table, if you want. Assignment's the same, though--you have to obtain or create food, fire, or shelter, enough to keep you safe through the night, even if you're only going to be out there until the class ends."

"Any questions?"

[ooc: Posted ahead of time so people can play while I'm sleeping and at work. If you didn't make a survival kit last time, pick five things that your character would have put in it (and conceivably could have bought for around $20) and call it their survival kit. On the table is an almost infinite array of things that could replace an item in your kit, but only *one* may be chosen. Post your character to the environmental thread of your choice, and if you want interaction with Sam, I'll get back to you around 6 pm EDT tomorrow.)

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Humidity and poisonous snakes.

John picks the jungle. With his book of matches, he's able to light a fire with some fallen branches. The Twinkies are used as a barrier, something to fend off snakes. Everyone likes Twinkies, right?

"How very juvenile.

The voice is close and John whips around, holding a Twinkie as a weapon. There's nothing there but he keeps the Twinkie at the ready.

"Use the blanket for shelter.

"Shut up," John mumbles, swinging the Twinkie around. "I don't need advice."

But, he ends up using the blanket as a shelter of sort, keeping it up with large sticks.

"We could be partners, you and I.

"Shut up," he says again and shakes his head. "Go away. I have my Twinkies to talk to."

"John?" Sam went over to him. In her experience, mumbling to snack food was never a good sign. "You okay?"

"What?" John looks up, blinking at Sam in confusion. "Yeah. I thought I heard something is all."

Still hasn't put the Twinkie down.

Sam glanced around the room at the people, and thought of the white noise from the ventilation system, the electrical system, so many systems...

"What kind of something? And what's with the Twinkie?"

"Nothing," he says quickly, shaking it off. "Nothing. And the Twinkie's for protection."

John pretends to use it like a sword, parrying and thrusting towards Sam.

"Okay..." Sam still looked a little skeptical. "Protection, huh? Needs a chocolate coating then. Or maybe an embedded taser."

John frowns at his Twinkie. "Well, maybe."

She is correct, John.

He snaps his head up, looking around wildly. "What?"

"What, what?" Sam couldn't imagine what the Twinkie had done to John to make him frown at it like that.

"Did you just say something?"

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It's totally cheating to trade the Doublemint Gum for a waterproof tarp.

Xander sets up a totally cheaty shelter against anything that might fall out of the trees on him, staking the tarp out with, well, stakes, and twisted-up duct tape for ropes. He scouts out some dry wood, finds his way back to his campsite with his totally cheapass compass, builds a fire with matches and lighter fluid, and... okay, toasts Twinkies over it on a stick, as he sits in the opening of his shelter.

Still? He's spent worse fake-nights.

"Okay, what's the obsession with Twinkies about?"

Xander pulls a toasted Twinkie off his branch, breaks it in half, and offers the warm, gooey cake to Sam. "They're, um. Tasty?"

Sam took her half a toasted Twinkie and took a bite. "Okay, these are so much better this way, it should be illegal. Have you patented this procedure?"

Xander shook his head. "I think to patent them, you'd have to be able to list what's in them. And I kinda suspect it's more than flour, sugar, and polysorbate 80."

Sam eyed it suspiciously. "Demon?"

"...possibly extraterrestrial?"

Sam poked the remaining bite and swallowed the retort about how most aliens didn't like sugar and grease. "Maybe...but I think it would be a different color, then. Or give off noxious gases."

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After having lived in the desert for a couple of months with Quatre and his merry band of guys-in-weird-hats, done that forgettable mission in Siberia, and fought underwater a few times, Duo decides to go with the only climate he's actually unfamiliar with; the jungle.

He decides to swap out his poncho (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomhigh/613525.html?thread=29901717#t29901717) for a real tarp this time so he can actually make a decent shelter. He strings up the tarp with the fishing wire and starts a fire with his matches to make himself some more of the instant Miso soup he has in his kit.

As for the snakes? Well, if the fire doesn't keep them away, Duo's glad he's wearing his favorite thick boots; if he has to stomp on any snakes it'll make the task less gross.

"Nice, Duo," Sam said, looking his camp over. "You look like you're done this before."

Duo looks up and grins. "Thanks!" He says. "Kinda. Though I'm from space so this humidity is sorta about to turn me into soup! It never gets like this on the Colonies!"

"Yeah, unfortunately there's nothing you can do for that except wearing light, breathable, natural fabrics," she mused.

Duo raises an eyebrow, then laughs as he tugs at his usual all-black attire. "So much for light! Ah, well, can't win 'em all. I'm more suited to those temperate cities and stuff, I guess." He grins.

"Me too," she said, swatting at a mosquito. "And I think these simulations are a little too realistic. You're done whenever you want to be, if the sweating isn't your thing."

Duo nods as a snake actually slithers by. "Yeahhh." He says, watching it warily as it disappears into the trees. "A bit too realistic...though I gotta say it beats that day with the robots." He grins as he starts taking down his shelter.

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