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fandomhigh2019-10-30 11:58 pm
brat_inslayage) wrote in fandomhigh2019-10-30 11:58 pm
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Read the Room: Practical Self-Defense (Thursday, 10/31, First Period)
The Danger Shop today resembled a half-finished haunted house setup: the framework of the walls was mapped out with 2x4s but you could see right through into the adjacent rooms in most places. Various hand and power tools and the occasional bit of lumber were still lying around, extension cords snaked across the floor, crates of decorations and building materials were stacked up in the corners.
And there was Kennedy, leaning against the open doorframe of the first room with her arms crossed and an easygoing half-smile on her face.
"Funny thing back home," she began in a conversational tone, "this is actually the slowest night of the year in the vampire-slayage business. All the actual demon-types take the night off while everyone else pretends to be them. Not to say there hasn't been wacky on Halloween, it's just… usually weird mystical wonkiness."
She paused and chuckled. "That has nothing to do with class, actually. It's just some holiday-specific, possibly candy corn-like flavor. Wait. Ew. Other not-gross candy flavor of your choice. So, today's scenario is courtesy of a colleague of mine who reported one of her squads dealing with something like this last Halloween. You're workers just trying to get this damn thing finished in time for the holiday, only turns out? When you build a haunted house on an ancient mystical site, there's enough residual power there to --" Kennedy swirled one hand in the air in the kind of gesture you made when there was a word you kept trying to think of and it just kept escaping somehow. "To make the creepies a lot more real. For lack of a better word."
It was zombies, though. Kennedy figured after yesterday people might be a little burned out on clowns after yesterday.
"So, again, get to the end of this maze thing, using whatever you can think of that's available to you in here to fight the zombies off. Yes, you can work together if you want to. Safety in numbers, right?"
And there was Kennedy, leaning against the open doorframe of the first room with her arms crossed and an easygoing half-smile on her face.
"Funny thing back home," she began in a conversational tone, "this is actually the slowest night of the year in the vampire-slayage business. All the actual demon-types take the night off while everyone else pretends to be them. Not to say there hasn't been wacky on Halloween, it's just… usually weird mystical wonkiness."
She paused and chuckled. "That has nothing to do with class, actually. It's just some holiday-specific, possibly candy corn-like flavor. Wait. Ew. Other not-gross candy flavor of your choice. So, today's scenario is courtesy of a colleague of mine who reported one of her squads dealing with something like this last Halloween. You're workers just trying to get this damn thing finished in time for the holiday, only turns out? When you build a haunted house on an ancient mystical site, there's enough residual power there to --" Kennedy swirled one hand in the air in the kind of gesture you made when there was a word you kept trying to think of and it just kept escaping somehow. "To make the creepies a lot more real. For lack of a better word."
It was zombies, though. Kennedy figured after yesterday people might be a little burned out on clowns after yesterday.
"So, again, get to the end of this maze thing, using whatever you can think of that's available to you in here to fight the zombies off. Yes, you can work together if you want to. Safety in numbers, right?"
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