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fandomhigh2021-03-10 08:58 am
stykera) wrote in fandomhigh2021-03-10 08:58 am
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Career Development, Wednesday, First Period
When students came into the Danger Shop today, they would find that it had been converted into a paintball course with different leveled ramps, places to hide, open doorways, the works.
There was, of course, one notable item that one might not expect to find on a standard paintball course: a single double bed, posed at the very center of the course.
“Sometimes,” Faye greeted the class, “you get caught. Or you have to deal with some kind of dumb consequence because someone wants to teach you a lesson.”
Truth be told, Faye wasn’t a hundred percent sure who was trying to teach them a lesson, here. But this had ‘sanctimonious told-you-so’ all over it.
"Sometimes you have super-strength and webbing and sometimes you don't," Miguel added, smirking at Faye.
"Sometimes people cheat," Stark countered. "And sometimes you've gone along with an idea you should have walked away from because it sounded reasonable at the time or maybe reasonable isn't the right word and it just sounded interesting and then it's too late and then things happen." Like there being only one bed, but not in the fun way.
“Sometimes you don’t throw people off the balcony when you should.” It was a good idea, Stark. It would have worked. “And you end up all fighting over a single commodity. Like a bed.” In case anyone was confused as to what Faye was talking about, here.
"And sometimes the people you think have your back will heartlessly abandon you," Miguel added with a huff, "and you end up putting a lobster in their bed. Or two." He shook his head. "But not this bed. This bed is good. You all want this bed. But only one of you can get it. Or heck, two of you, if you can negotiate it."
"There were lobsters? I missed the lobsters." Stark eyed Miguel oddly before turning his attention back to Faye. "And not throwing people off balconies is almost always the correct choice. Even if throwing people off the balcony might get you use of the bed instead of sleeping on the floor for a week. Which I don't believe really is good for your back no matter what some people might try to tell you to make themselves feel better about putting you in that situation."
"Don't worry; the lobsters were for someone else," Miguel assured Stark. “And anyone that tells you the floor is good for your back needs to sleep on one themselves." He wondered if they'd have a chance to arrange that.
“You could try telling Anakin that,” Stark suggested. Apparently throwing someone under the bus was more acceptable than throwing them off a balcony. “But first, paintball. Everyone knows how this works?”
"Shoot other people. Don't get shot," Miguel added helpfully. "Get the bed and hold onto it."
There was, of course, one notable item that one might not expect to find on a standard paintball course: a single double bed, posed at the very center of the course.
“Sometimes,” Faye greeted the class, “you get caught. Or you have to deal with some kind of dumb consequence because someone wants to teach you a lesson.”
Truth be told, Faye wasn’t a hundred percent sure who was trying to teach them a lesson, here. But this had ‘sanctimonious told-you-so’ all over it.
"Sometimes you have super-strength and webbing and sometimes you don't," Miguel added, smirking at Faye.
"Sometimes people cheat," Stark countered. "And sometimes you've gone along with an idea you should have walked away from because it sounded reasonable at the time or maybe reasonable isn't the right word and it just sounded interesting and then it's too late and then things happen." Like there being only one bed, but not in the fun way.
“Sometimes you don’t throw people off the balcony when you should.” It was a good idea, Stark. It would have worked. “And you end up all fighting over a single commodity. Like a bed.” In case anyone was confused as to what Faye was talking about, here.
"And sometimes the people you think have your back will heartlessly abandon you," Miguel added with a huff, "and you end up putting a lobster in their bed. Or two." He shook his head. "But not this bed. This bed is good. You all want this bed. But only one of you can get it. Or heck, two of you, if you can negotiate it."
"There were lobsters? I missed the lobsters." Stark eyed Miguel oddly before turning his attention back to Faye. "And not throwing people off balconies is almost always the correct choice. Even if throwing people off the balcony might get you use of the bed instead of sleeping on the floor for a week. Which I don't believe really is good for your back no matter what some people might try to tell you to make themselves feel better about putting you in that situation."
"Don't worry; the lobsters were for someone else," Miguel assured Stark. “And anyone that tells you the floor is good for your back needs to sleep on one themselves." He wondered if they'd have a chance to arrange that.
“You could try telling Anakin that,” Stark suggested. Apparently throwing someone under the bus was more acceptable than throwing them off a balcony. “But first, paintball. Everyone knows how this works?”
"Shoot other people. Don't get shot," Miguel added helpfully. "Get the bed and hold onto it."
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Shoot at the teachers at your own peril. They’re probably all good shots.
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Really.