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fandomhigh2020-10-27 03:54 am
died8yearsago) wrote in fandomhigh2020-10-27 03:54 am
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Badass Bitch Survival Guide; Tuesday, First Period [10/27].
"Alright, guys," Rosa was leaning on the desk in the front of the classroom, arms folded in front of her, looking over the students as they got settled in. No gym, no equipment. No nothing, just her and them. "This Saturday is Halloween, which generally means a lot of dumb costumes, too much candy, and, if you've noticed, the island doing shit like dancing pumpkin people, pumpkin spice latte in the water supply, and clothing on trees. But, for this class, Halloween also means a heist. This started as a tradition in my old precinct in Brooklyn, and, my first year here, since I couldn't participate there, I decided to bring it to Fandom. This will be our third year doing it," ohgod, why and how was she referring to anything she did here in terms of years now?, "so some of you may already be familiar with it."
Funny. Was she actually looking at certain new students when she said that? No, maybe you were imagining that.
"That's what all these last few lessons have been about: stealth, picking locks, so on and so forth. You'll probably need them all if you have any intention of winning.
"The goal?" Rosa hpushed off the desk, started pacing like a captain giving orders to her troops before sending them out into battle. "A hatchet. I've planted a hatchet somewhere in one of the offices of your teachers. I'm not telling you where; I'm not giving you hints. The other teachers know you'll be riffling through their crap this week and some of them have taken steps to ensure that it's not too easy for you."
And it was almost heartwarming, really, how many of those other teachers not only sacrificed their offices for this whole thing, but that some of them had really gone above and beyond the call of duty. Rosa's tiny heart definitely seemed to grow at least three times every Halloween...but it usually deflated back down by Christmas, so it all still balanced out.
"Of course, once the hatchet is found, that's no guarantee that it might not then be taken from you by one of your fellow students. It doesn't end when the hatchet is found; it starts as soon as I dismiss you from this class, and it ends at midnight on October 31st, with whoever has it in her possession at that time. Fair warning, there is only one true hatchet; you'll know it when you see it, and a few decoys. You'll know those when you find them, too. I also have maps for you guys of the offices; there are some blacked out ones, and those offices are off-limits, and if I catch you've been in one, you're immediately disqualified and probably will go have a nice chat with the Dean. But everything else is fair game. And then all bets are off once the hatchet actually leaves the building.
"And that's all you get." Rosa shrugged her shoulders. "No lesson today, just get started on planning. Ask me questions if you want before you go, but there's no guarantee I'll have an answer for you. You're on your own. Or not, if you decide to team up, but just remember, if you do, there still can only be one winner."
She folded her arms in front of her again and looked at them with a faint note of expectation. "So, any one got questions?"
Funny. Was she actually looking at certain new students when she said that? No, maybe you were imagining that.
"That's what all these last few lessons have been about: stealth, picking locks, so on and so forth. You'll probably need them all if you have any intention of winning.
"The goal?" Rosa hpushed off the desk, started pacing like a captain giving orders to her troops before sending them out into battle. "A hatchet. I've planted a hatchet somewhere in one of the offices of your teachers. I'm not telling you where; I'm not giving you hints. The other teachers know you'll be riffling through their crap this week and some of them have taken steps to ensure that it's not too easy for you."
And it was almost heartwarming, really, how many of those other teachers not only sacrificed their offices for this whole thing, but that some of them had really gone above and beyond the call of duty. Rosa's tiny heart definitely seemed to grow at least three times every Halloween...but it usually deflated back down by Christmas, so it all still balanced out.
"Of course, once the hatchet is found, that's no guarantee that it might not then be taken from you by one of your fellow students. It doesn't end when the hatchet is found; it starts as soon as I dismiss you from this class, and it ends at midnight on October 31st, with whoever has it in her possession at that time. Fair warning, there is only one true hatchet; you'll know it when you see it, and a few decoys. You'll know those when you find them, too. I also have maps for you guys of the offices; there are some blacked out ones, and those offices are off-limits, and if I catch you've been in one, you're immediately disqualified and probably will go have a nice chat with the Dean. But everything else is fair game. And then all bets are off once the hatchet actually leaves the building.
"And that's all you get." Rosa shrugged her shoulders. "No lesson today, just get started on planning. Ask me questions if you want before you go, but there's no guarantee I'll have an answer for you. You're on your own. Or not, if you decide to team up, but just remember, if you do, there still can only be one winner."
She folded her arms in front of her again and looked at them with a faint note of expectation. "So, any one got questions?"
Sign In - BABSG, 10/27.
Re: Sign In - BABSG, 10/27.
Re: Sign In - BABSG, 10/27.
Re: Sign In - BABSG, 10/27.
Re: Sign In - BABSG, 10/27.
Listen to the Lecture - BABSG, 10/27.
Re: Listen to the Lecture - BABSG, 10/27.
What did make it's way out, though, was a question, as soon as Ms. Diaz was finished and his hand shot up into the air to patiently be called on once she fielded any questions.
"Y'said this was a tradition?" he asked.
Because that was going to be a pretty important factor for him, all said'n done.
Re: Listen to the Lecture - BABSG, 10/27.
"If three years doesn't make it a tradition here yet," she offered, "it's carried over from several back where I'm from. So sure. Sounds like a tradition to me."
Re: Listen to the Lecture - BABSG, 10/27.
Was he observing for criminal activity or potential allies?
You will never know.
Re: Listen to the Lecture - BABSG, 10/27.
Unless you happened to read Infernal, in which case the funny doodles were concepts for summoning circles to call and bind some of the smaller denizens of Limbo and force them to behave according to her will (and not put their own impish spin on things).
For what purpose? Unclear. At this point, 'Yana had no alliances. She was just considering all the angles. What good was technically being the Demon Queen of Limbo if she couldn't make her subjects be useful sometimes?
Plotting - BABSG, 10/27.
Talk to Rosa - BABSG, 10/27.
Well, technically she is, anyway. Whether or not she'll be helpful, however....
OOC - BABSG, 10/27.
Anyway, Master Post is here; keep an eye on it for changes and updates as the week progresses and I'll keep an eye out for what all your little nerds are doing in the meantime. Have fun, go wild, let me know of any questions or issues, huzzah!!