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fandomhigh2019-10-25 05:47 am
died8yearsago) wrote in fandomhigh2019-10-25 05:47 am
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Bad Ass Bitch Survival Guide; Friday, First Period [10/25].
"Next week is Halloween," Rosa informed the class by way of greeting from where she was perched on the top of the desk at the front of the classroom that morning, "which means a lot of dumb costumes, too much candy, and, apparently, on this island, fake blood coffee, clowns freaking everywhere, and not being able to move around today without tripping over a damn cat. But, for the past few years years, Halloween has also sort of meant something else back at my usual precinct, and that's a Heist. Since it's a little hard for me to participate when I'm all the way down here teaching you buttheats, I'm living vicariously through you guys by making you do one again like I did with this class last year. That's what all these last few lessons have been about: stealth, picking locks, so on and so forth. You'll probably need them all if you have any intention of winning.
"The goal?" Rosa hopped off the desk, started pacing like a captain giving orders to her troops before sending them out into battle. "A hatchet. I've planted a hatchet somewhere in one of the offices of your teachers. I'm not telling you where; I'm not giving you hints. The other teachers know you'll be riffling through their crap this week and some of them have taken steps to ensure that it's not too easy for you."
And it was almost heartwarming, really, how many of those other teachers not only sacrificed their offices for this whole thing, but that some of them had really gone above and beyond the call of duty. Rosa's tiny heart may have grown three times its size this week.
"Of course, once the hatchet is found, that's no guarantee that it might not then be taken from you by one of your fellow students. It doesn't end when the hatchet is found; it starts as soon as I dismiss you from this class, and it ends next week, in this classroom, with whoever has it in her possession at that time. Fair warning, there is only one true hatchet; you'll know it when you see it, and a few decoys.
"And that's all you get." Rosa shrugged her shoulders. "No lesson today, just get started on planning. Ask me questions if you want before you go, but there's no guarantee I'll have an answer for you. You're on your own. Or not, if you decide to team up, but just remember, if you do, there still can only be one winner."
She folded her arms in front of her and looked at them with a faint note of expectation. "So, any one got questions?"
[[ ocdincoming is up! have at! ]]
"The goal?" Rosa hopped off the desk, started pacing like a captain giving orders to her troops before sending them out into battle. "A hatchet. I've planted a hatchet somewhere in one of the offices of your teachers. I'm not telling you where; I'm not giving you hints. The other teachers know you'll be riffling through their crap this week and some of them have taken steps to ensure that it's not too easy for you."
And it was almost heartwarming, really, how many of those other teachers not only sacrificed their offices for this whole thing, but that some of them had really gone above and beyond the call of duty. Rosa's tiny heart may have grown three times its size this week.
"Of course, once the hatchet is found, that's no guarantee that it might not then be taken from you by one of your fellow students. It doesn't end when the hatchet is found; it starts as soon as I dismiss you from this class, and it ends next week, in this classroom, with whoever has it in her possession at that time. Fair warning, there is only one true hatchet; you'll know it when you see it, and a few decoys.
"And that's all you get." Rosa shrugged her shoulders. "No lesson today, just get started on planning. Ask me questions if you want before you go, but there's no guarantee I'll have an answer for you. You're on your own. Or not, if you decide to team up, but just remember, if you do, there still can only be one winner."
She folded her arms in front of her and looked at them with a faint note of expectation. "So, any one got questions?"
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Talk to Rosa - BABSG, 10/25.
At least until the squirrels harrass her into a dunk tank later....
Re: Talk to Rosa - BABSG, 10/25.
"Okay. So you won't give us hints."
She pulled out a five dollar bill and placed it on Rosa's desk.
"How about bribes?"
Eleanor is totally failing Anakin's ethics class. Just in case you couldn't tell.
Re: Talk to Rosa - BABSG, 10/25.
There was, however, a pause.
"Also," she added, "five bucks? Are you kidding me right now?"
Re: Talk to Rosa - BABSG, 10/25.
She laid down another $5. And a coupon for J'GOB.
"No one will ever know," she whispered dramatically.
Re: Talk to Rosa - BABSG, 10/25.
"No one except the squirrels, maybe," she said, after just sort of giving Danielle a look for a moment longer, "and it's Hot Leaf Water's radio tomorrow. She sees that in the notes, she'll definitely blab all about it. Unless you've got some rum on you."
Rosa would not at all be surprised if she had rum on her right now.
"It's those stupid little rodents'll you really want to bride."
Re: Talk to Rosa - BABSG, 10/25.
She reached into her pocket and started pulling out spare change and began counting it out. And then reached into her bag and pulled out a bottle of "Lonely Gal Margarita Mix."
"Okay. That's all I got. $7.82 and a bottle of margarita mix for the rodents."
Re: Talk to Rosa - BABSG, 10/25.