fandomhigh | Read the Room: Practical Self-Defense, Week 3 (9/19)

When students showed up this week, they'd find that the Danger Shop was programmed to look like the cleaning supplies section of a mid-sized hardware and lumber store. There were brooms and mops and buckets (including the really fancy kind with wheels and a contraption for squeezing excess water out of mops), cleaning chemicals, trash bags in various sizes, pretty much everything you might need for that impromptu out of season spring cleaning.

"So," Kennedy said as everyone filed in, "we covered some ways to get away from an attacker last week. Today we're gonna build on that a little bit, because getting away from someone who's coming after you only does so much if they're gonna keep trying to come after you."

She clicked a button on the remote in her hand, and a nondescript human-looking jerk in a ski mask materialized over by the floor wax supplies.

"So. You'll each be getting away from this guy. Take a good look at what's around you, and when it's your turn to run through the scenario, use something in this section of the store to incapacitate him and then make a break for the front doors. You don't get extra credit for being creative about it, but I am gonna be impressed if you are. Got it? Okay, first person up, let's go."

[OOC: OCD is up and class is in session!]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

In a neat and tidy way.

Prompto Argentum

Lana Beniko

Gratuity Tucci

Elisabeth Scrivener

Illyana Rasputin

Not that it's much of one, but hey.

Knock a dude out or find some way to keep him too busy to come after you! Mod whatever merchandise you think you'd be likely to find (and use) in the cleaning supplies section.

Sure, Kennedy had said there were no bonus points for creativity, but, come on! How could Prompto not want to at least try to make it a little more interesting?

So he immediately went for a spray bottle of some heavy duty cleaning stuff to spray into the dude's face if he had to, and then, with the requisite 'hyah!' sound, went to knock several of the brooms and mops off the wall with a kick, so they all went clattering to the floor between him and the attacker, and then, snagging up a mop-bucket, went to ride that thing like a godsdamn skateboard toward the door.

...it...was important to note that this did not play out nearly as well in reality as it had in his head, but, awkward as it may have been, it at least seemed to kind of work?

Whatever. Mop-bucket skateboard. NEED HE SAY MORE??

Lana frowned. "Do we have time to find out what all these things are first?"

She had no idea what Earth considered cleaning chemicals.

This was not the first time Tip had had to use cleaning supplies to escape someone larger than she was. So while she knew Windex to the eyes could be very effective, she also knew someone determined enough would happily keep coming after her even while their eyes felt like they were falling out of their head.

So instead, when it was Tip's turn, she grabbed a mop, slammed the mop handle through the handle of a bottle of bleach and swung the whole combination around to slam that bottle of bleach into the side of the simulation's head.

Her arms were probably going to hate her later, but the stick gave her reach and momentum, and the bottle exploded beautifully over the man's head. If the impact didn't knock him out, the pure bleach to the face would take him down way more thoroughly than a spray of Windex ever could.

Elisabeth couldn't help but be excited. Finally! Something she understood!

The first thing she did was pour several bottles of whatever onto the floor between her and the attacker. It wasn't as slippery as the floor wax would have been, but running through anything liquid would slow someone down a bit. The empty bottled got flung at him and then she was grabbing a stiff-bristled broom and dragging it through the most acrid smelling liquid she'd dumped on the floor.

The broom shot up first towards his eyes, bristles and chemicals both, and then she was dancing backwards just long enough to reverse the grip in her hand. The pointy end got slammed into his solar plexus and then smacked upwards into his face when he doubled over. One more jab to the throat for good measure and Elisabeth was gone, dashing towards the door.

Illyana had... more than a bit of experience with this.

It was with great enthusiasm that she instantly grabbed the sturdiest broom and nailed her attacker directly in the solar plexus with the not-broom end of the handle, following it up quickly with a sucker-hit across the face, and then continuing her momentum around to nail him in the back of the knees.

The second he hit the ground, she brought the broom handle down on his windpipe with the full force of her movement, and -- reluctantly -- booked it out of there.

It would have been much more therapeutic to finish what he'd started, but, well, that wasn't the assignment.

Who would probably just pull an entire shelving unit down onto him, but that's just her.

I am so tired this week, y'all. So tired.

Wait, that's every week. ANYWAY.

Read the Room: Practical Self-Defense, Week 3 (9/19)

Sign In (Self Defense, 9/19)

Re: Sign In (Self Defense, 9/19)

Re: Sign In (Self Defense, 9/19)

Re: Sign In (Self Defense, 9/19)

Re: Sign In (Self Defense, 9/19)

Re: Sign In (Self Defense, 9/19)

During the Lecture (Self-Defense, 9/19)

Make a Break for It! (Self-Defense, 9/19)

Re: Make a Break for It! (Self-Defense, 9/19)

Re: Make a Break for It! (Self-Defense, 9/19)

Re: Make a Break for It! (Self-Defense, 9/19)

Re: Make a Break for It! (Self-Defense, 9/19)

Re: Make a Break for It! (Self-Defense, 9/19)

Talk to Kennedy (Self-Defense, 9/19)

OOC (Self-Defense, 9/19)