fandomhigh | 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.

Sand. More sand. Some cacti.

Snow, but there's probably some useful stuff under there. Somewhere.

Hopefully you have scuba gear.

Just in case.

Because we always need one.

Nadia will be noticeably absent without explanation for this class. just so's you know.

Kawalsky raised his hand. "There's no dinosaur here. Can I replace one of my items with a dinosaur?"

Sam started giggling, completely inappropriately. Damn Charlie. "If you can find one, Kawalsky, you go ahead. But you have to feed it and clean up after it--a dinosaur's a big responsibility, you know."

"Well see, that's the thing. I can't find one. Can't you program one or something? Not a meat-eater, though. Or an egg-eater. Those things are nasty. How about a big plant-eater. That way, instant food if I can't find anything else. A nice, juicy bronto burger."

Wow, Sam has really blue eyes.

*stares*

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?"

Sam rolled her eyes, then, grinning, pushed a few buttons on the computer keyboard. "It'll take a minute, but who am I to deny you a bronto burger if you really, really want one?"

Aren't they?

"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?"

Ivanova picks the tundra because it matches the warmth of her heart *emosob* and stamps around in the snow wearing the boots Blair had given her (she had taken the numerous layers email rather seriously) for a while before digging herself a shelter and managing to get a fire lit despite the numbing cold. She was Russian like that.

Now, for food. Couldn't she just go back to bed and curl into a little ball? Instead she crawled into her cozy little snowfort to think. Honest. She was thinking. She wasn't taking a nap. Nope.

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

Thankfully, Sam didn't have to worry about Ivanova getting hypothermia while she was ~~napping~~ thinking. She left the girl alone, though she did think about handing over a blanket and pillow.

"Did you just say something?"

"I was talking about putting a taser inside your twinkie," she replied, as if this made perfect sense.

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