fandomhigh | The Multiverse is F'ed, Y'all - Tuesday, Second Period [02/11].

"Well!" Summer greeted the class maybe just a biiiit too cheerfully. "I guess it's a good thing we did the sex robot planet last week, huh?"

Oh, she was just so stoked right now to be teaching a class this week of people who were still very much technically in an appropriate age range (more appropriate than a few of her past relationships, even), some of which had actually been classmates at one point. So. Stoked.

"Anyway, I know this semester I've sort of been really promoting the whole 'let's think of alternative options before we start just shooting up the place' thing, but sometimes? You gotta just sort of shoot up the place. And I have a few lesson plans that involve, like, big elaborate situations and plots and everything, but we're just going to skip all that this time because I'm, like, ninety-nine percent sure none of you are going to care. So here we go."

She gestured around the Danger Shop, which had been set to look like some sort of hall on a clearly-not-Earth planet, with tables filled with aliens set all around a large open space in the middle.

"We're on the planet Squanch right now, at a wedding reception."

Why a wedding reception? Because making a throw-away class based around one of your most traumatic and formative experiences was healthy, right? Look, Summer wasn't going to break down the psychology of it all right now, she was all worked up on stupid sex pollen in addition to mildly freaking out about some monitoring chip that her grandfather may or may not have put inside of her. She had some things going on right now.

And then, all of a sudden, the roof exploded and in flew a bunch of bug-like aliens weilding laser guns. And oh, look! Suddenly there was a wide array of other weapons on the tables now, as the wedding guests screamed and started scrambling.

"Which has now officially be crashed by Gromflomites, and I really, really, really hate these guys, they're Galactic Federation scum, so let's all just grab weapons, try not to get any innocent civilians caught in the crosshairs, and just blow up some aliens, yeah?"

Summer wasn't going to wait for them to agree, she already had out a gun and started shooting.

[[ ocd is up! go shoot Federation scum! ]]

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Gratuity Tucci

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Grog Strongjaw

Summer is definitely not mincing words today. But you could also take a moment to appreciate the classy but bold decor choices on the part of the wedding planner?

So you know those times when you're hungry, and you're standing in front of the fridge, but nothing in there is anything you're hungry for? And you can't even think of any, like, take-out options that sound good to you? But you're still hungry, so you know you should eat something to make it go away, but even if you do the hunger will just come back because the island is being terrible and the actual air just makes you continuously hungry even if you do have specific cravings, and honestly the idea of eating anything just sounds sort of vaguely horrifying to you anyway -- and now it sounded like Tip had an eating disorder instead of just being asexual.

Anyway. She hated this week.

Shooting things sounded good.

If Summer doesn't get to them all first, anyway.

Weapons are moddable! Feel free to mod your bugs or poke at me if you want a more interactive fighting experience.

Oh Summer, this was getting to be his favorite class, even with the possibility of execution last week. Grog had never used anything that wasn't a sword or axe before, so picking up a gun was a little weird, but he eventually figured out how to make it do a "pew pew" thing that made the bugs stop moving.

Look, hey. If you don't actually want to shoot up or slice down gross bug aliens, and want to...help poor innocent wedding guests get to safety or, like, just hide out under a table making out with one of your classmates, Summer will not judge.

Well, she might, depending on who the classmate was, but she'll understand. She's been there.

If you can manage to get her away from her very focused target practice, anyway.

Because sometimes, you just gotta shoot alien bugs.

The Multiverse is F'ed, Y'all - Tuesday, Second Period [02/11].

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