Kitty Pryde-Barton (
throughaphase) wrote in
fandomhigh2019-12-17 06:43 am
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Computer Science and Repair- Tuesday- 2nd period
Welcome to the last day in the Danger Shop! Which was bare today.
"Morning," Kitty greeted the class. "Last week I warned you that your final is going to be to program the Danger Shop yourself, so hopefully in the time since then you've figured out what you wanted to do. Hopefully you've learned something here, or at least had fun. So now you're going to take turns and set up your simulation, and we're going to see how you did!"
"Morning," Kitty greeted the class. "Last week I warned you that your final is going to be to program the Danger Shop yourself, so hopefully in the time since then you've figured out what you wanted to do. Hopefully you've learned something here, or at least had fun. So now you're going to take turns and set up your simulation, and we're going to see how you did!"

Program the Danger Shop
Re: Program the Danger Shop
And so it was no small amount of pride that he bounced into action to get his program all booted up and running. With a dramatic sweep of Prompto's arm, the Danger Shop slowly materialized into an exact replica of his Salutations Feline online farm.
"Welcome!" he announced, beaming like a proud papa, though whether it was the replica or the original farm itself he was more proud of, it was hard to tell. "To the best online kitty farm ever! Feel free to poke around and do stuff; I've set it up so you can do everything you can in the original game, but, like, please don't ruin my crops, although you totally could. Meanwhile, me? I think I'mma gonna go craft myself some super cute new jeans!"
Because the fashion crafting? Kiiiiiind of his favorite. Especially since he may have expanded the options considerably for this sim.
Damn. He loved the Danger Shop.
Re: Program the Danger Shop
Her memory may have made the flowers a bit brighter, and she'd stocked the ponds with all sorts of brilliant, shimmering fish, but it also felt somehow smaller, despite all the tiers and paths she'd programmed in. And, of course, it all sat in its carefully designed, carefully cultivated glory underneath the thick glass dome that separated station from space, and all the stars as best as Tisarwat could remember.
And one spaceship, Mercy of Kalr, a detail she was particularly proud of including that maybe tugged at her chest a little bit with homesickness.
But it was also nice to see it again.
Even if parts of the garden did glitch occasionally. But she felt she did a pretty good job for having just this period to do it!