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fandomhigh2020-02-11 06:42 am
somethingwithturquoise) wrote in fandomhigh2020-02-11 06:42 am
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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! ]]
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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