Fire & Rescue Bootcamp, Tuesday, session 1

[designateddadfriend]

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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Re: Talk to Travis

[designateddadfriend]

"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. . . .

Re: Talk to Travis

[hashtag_chocobro]

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.

Re: Talk to Travis

[designateddadfriend]

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.

Re: Talk to Travis

[hashtag_chocobro]

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.

Re: Talk to Travis

[designateddadfriend]

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."