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Fire & Rescue Bootcamp, Tuesday, session 1

Why did his class have to happen so early? Travis had been in Seattle until the last possible moment, staying up to have a post-shift day-drink with Vic, and was now back, freshly portalled in, exhausted and vaguely tipsy, and wishing he could have caught a quick nap before having to play drill sergeant to a bunch of pre-probies.

"Mornin'," he said, squinting at them in the empty Danger Shop (yeah, he still didn't know how that thing worked). "Today we're . . . hoses. They're heavy. Everything is heavy. Drag 'em around. Hook 'em up. Spray things with them. Not each other. That hurts." He looked around, scowling faintly. "How is there no coffee in here?"

Maybe next week he'd learn how to actually program things.

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Travis was tired and still feeling that last beer and you were clearly younger than him, Prompto. You were just going to have to deal with him calling you kid from time to time.

". . . Why don't I just do the what now?"

He clearly needed to get back on trying to grow out that beard that everyone loved...

"Program it into the Danger Shop," Prompto repeated dutifully, as his suspicion went up more than a few notches while gauging that response. "You....do know how to use this room, don't you?"

"It's a room?" Travis said, definitely realizing as he did that the answer to Prompto's question was very obviously no. "It's empty until you put things in it."

Despite himself, Prompto had to chuckle a little at that answer, shaking his head a little because the prep involved for acclimating new teachers around here was pretty abysmal, wasn't it?

"Not this room, dude," he explained. "This room is empty until you program things into it. Or, well, most people probably don't get that technical with it," he did, because he was a nerrrrrd, "but the whole point of the danger shop is to create a realistic holographic experience so that people can learn in a hand-on, but totally safe environment.

"Here," he added, feeling like that wouldn't be adequeate for an explaination, "let me show you."

And, with that, he bounced over to the controls, deftly moved around the programs to find the one he'd made when he'd hacked into his class that one time because he was still stupid proud of that whole thing, and, just like that, enjoy being in the middle of what appeared to be a sort of racetrack and surrounded by giant feathery chicken-ostrich-hybrid-like birds, Travis.

"Ta-daaaaah!" Prompto announced with a grin. "This is a mod I made a while ago for a class. You can totally go ahead and pet the chocobos, they'll feel as real as if they were here, but you don't have to worry if one of them tries to peck you, because there's no actual danger in the danger shop, that's kind of the whole point!"

Prompto was just going to have to wait a moment while Travis stared dumbfounded.

“It’s a — it’s a ~~meta for~~ holosuite?!”

"....no one told you?" asked Prompto, who definitely had taken it for granted long enough that he couldn't even really remember the first time he experienced the Danger Shop in all its glory, and also, he was distracted because there was now a chocobo in his vicinity, and there could not be a chocobo in his vicinity without said chocobo getting all the scritches and pets, it was kind of the law, or something.

"But, yeah, man, this thing can do all sorts of crazy stuff. Although I was kind of digging the minimalist vibe, too, if that's what you wanted to go for."

"Does it do fire?" Travis asked. So many training possibilities were opening up in his mind now. "And -- stairs?"

Please ignore the slightly evil smile on his face, Prompto. He definitely wasn't thinking of creative ways to use this room to torture you and your fellow classmates this summer. . . .

Prompto was not going to ignore that slightly evil smile, Travis, nice try! But he was consoled by the fact that none of this would actually be, you know, real and burny, and the fact that this class already was kind of torture for him even without all the Danger Shop bells and whistles.

So he was just eying Travis a moment, with that feeling burning in his chest that he was definitely doing something that was going to come around and bite him in the ass later as he turned to the controls and, just like that, made a little fire start burning beside Travis. "Fire," he said. "And..."

Bleep blop bloop!

"Stairs," he added, with a knowing sort of sigh and an apology to his calves (and everyone else in the class! But at least he could be reassured that Yang would probably love this shit instead of just using it as an excuse to hate him even more than she already did now!) as said stairs sprung up into the space, as well.

Travis spared barely a glance at the stares, instead looking at the fire.

It looked real. It felt real, from a distance. The smoke seemed to act like smoke was supposed to. Travis held out his hand, hesitated, then did what his hindbrain swore was the stupidest thing he had ever fucking done and stuck his hand in it.

And then started laughing in delight.

Delight, Travis? Or deviousness?

"Man," said Prompto, "I am really hoping you don't make me regret having shown you this."

He had some doubts!

But he also had chocobos, so it was okay.

He was 100% going to regret having shown Travis how to do this.

"How does it work?" he asked, then immediately shook his head. "Actually I don't want to know. This is the perfect training tool."

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