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fandomhigh2020-02-19 09:52 pm
firstofitskind) wrote in fandomhigh2020-02-19 09:52 pm
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The Cryptozoologist's Field Guide, Thursday, Period Two
Liam and Verity had been impressed with how well everyone had handled themselves during last week's field exercise, but today's class was back in the Danger Shop all the same. Not because of any potential danger today's class presented, but because Fandom had already seen the introduction of one invasive species in the last six months, it didn't need another.
(Although this particular species might not thrive in a typical east coast winter, it was better safe than sorry.)
"Congratulations on doing your part to successfully keep back the swamp bromeliad population last week," Liam started. "But they're just one of many plant-based cryptid species out there. Today, you'll be learning about another."
"They just..." Look, even after years of dealing with them, Verity just couldn't take them seriously. They were utterly ridiculous. "Okay, so. Yams. Screaming yams. They're yams that...scream." Just talking about this made her want to facepalm. "Technically, they're not even yams, they're cousins of the sweet potato. So we're dealing with a sweet potato that has a very rudimentary nervous system. And a mouth. Which it uses to scream."
SHE WASN'T EVEN DRUNK FOR THIS.
"Also, they can move," Liam added, completely straight-faced. "Mostly they burrow, or, you know. Migrate when the ground gets too cold for them to properly thrive. Generally speaking, their stomping grounds," and here he did sigh, even though he was the one who'd come up with the stupid pun, "are anywhere a regular sweet potato can grow."
"And that brings us to today's assignment," Verity said. The Danger Shop turned into a very large field. With a ground that was starting to roil. "Time for some transplanting. Catch a yam, bring it over to your individually marked beds--" Raised vegetable beds were over on the far side of the field, each with a student's name and grow light attached, "and bury it back in the ground. The person with the most peacefully planted yams in their box wins."
A small brown tuber popped up out of the ground. Looked around. And screamed.
"There are trowels and gloves by your boxes if you need them!" Verity finished in a rush as more yams followed suit. "Good luck!"
Sometimes, cryptozoology was exciting. A lot of the time, it was dangerous. And then there was whatever the hell this was.
(Although this particular species might not thrive in a typical east coast winter, it was better safe than sorry.)
"Congratulations on doing your part to successfully keep back the swamp bromeliad population last week," Liam started. "But they're just one of many plant-based cryptid species out there. Today, you'll be learning about another."
"They just..." Look, even after years of dealing with them, Verity just couldn't take them seriously. They were utterly ridiculous. "Okay, so. Yams. Screaming yams. They're yams that...scream." Just talking about this made her want to facepalm. "Technically, they're not even yams, they're cousins of the sweet potato. So we're dealing with a sweet potato that has a very rudimentary nervous system. And a mouth. Which it uses to scream."
SHE WASN'T EVEN DRUNK FOR THIS.
"Also, they can move," Liam added, completely straight-faced. "Mostly they burrow, or, you know. Migrate when the ground gets too cold for them to properly thrive. Generally speaking, their stomping grounds," and here he did sigh, even though he was the one who'd come up with the stupid pun, "are anywhere a regular sweet potato can grow."
"And that brings us to today's assignment," Verity said. The Danger Shop turned into a very large field. With a ground that was starting to roil. "Time for some transplanting. Catch a yam, bring it over to your individually marked beds--" Raised vegetable beds were over on the far side of the field, each with a student's name and grow light attached, "and bury it back in the ground. The person with the most peacefully planted yams in their box wins."
A small brown tuber popped up out of the ground. Looked around. And screamed.
"There are trowels and gloves by your boxes if you need them!" Verity finished in a rush as more yams followed suit. "Good luck!"
Sometimes, cryptozoology was exciting. A lot of the time, it was dangerous. And then there was whatever the hell this was.
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Listen to the Lecture [02/20]
Catch A Yam [02/20]
Re: Catch A Yam [02/20]
Well. Like. That wasn't going to stop Nina from casting sleep on them.
And, if that didn't work, from casting silence on them.
Re: Catch A Yam [02/20]
Plants, Nell could handle.
Re: Catch A Yam [02/20]
“And, like, I can carry a bunch at once!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” she enthused, stretching out a bit in preparation. “I’m stronger than I look!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
By quite a bit, even!
“Ready when you are!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Re: Catch A Yam [02/20]
They'd be easy for Nine to grab and bring back.
Also, if anyone else tried to grab one of 'their' yams, Nell would just release her control over it and let them start up again.
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