fandomhigh | Rage Against the Machine: Etc, Etc, Etc; Tuesday, Second Period [01/25].

This week, the class was not meeting in the classroom sim! Instead, when they arrived, they would find themselves in a small but sleek sort of space-diner of sorts, very Atomic Age retro-chic with a pastel pink and white color scheme, with a...very specific menu theme. The place was pretty lively, with an interesting mix of troopers in their familiar armor, people in fancier robes or clean-cut uniforms, a few white-collar office drones (both flesh and mechanical!), and a handful of working stiffs clearly fresh out of a long shift. There was also a cat (with fur the color of a perfectly cooked pancake) stalking around the place and occasionally inviting herself onto a table and plopping down in the middle of it, no matter what the people at that table had to say about it.

So, currently, the only place for them all to sit was right up at the counter behind which Summer was standing, grinning and eager to get into the class.

"Welcome," she told them, "to Hello Jello!, a mock-up of the jello cantina I was running as a spy operations base for the resistence back in the old days."

Of like, you know, a few years ago.

"Now," she continued, "the planet where we were located was the Imperial Center at the time, and it's an ecumenopolis...meaning the whole planet is just one big city. The area of the city we're in right now is very close to the Imperial Palace, which is definitely why you'll see a lot of troopers moving in and out of this place. They take security very seriously around here, which makes planting a secret spy base right in the middle of it a risky move, but...with great risk sometimes comes great reward, and when someone thinks they're in a safe space, it's sometimes amazing what they might let slip.

"This close to the Emperor," she added, "almost no one is going to be blatant, though. But that's where deductive reasoning can come in handy, if you're trying to collect info from word-of-mouth, and that's kind of what we're going to be working on today. This place is a little more relaxed and casual than a bar cantina...and less likely to land anyone in a cantina fight. I hope! But try and see if you can pick up on anything that might be helpful in a resistence against the Empire. What can you observe without being too suspicious in watching? What might you be able to overhear without people thinking you're an eavesdropping creep? Maybe you can try and make friends that won't immediately question your motives? And then we'll 'close up' for the day and have a jam session on what you may have been able to pick up, overhear, deduce or otherwise find out that could be helpful."

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Fun times at the jello cantina!

Alara Kitan

Kurt Wagner

Come on in, have a look around, and sidle on up to the counter, and hear about what you're doing in a jello-specific space bar! Questions are also good at this point, even if that question is the ubiquitous, inevitable, "...but why jello?"

To which Summer will merely counter with, "Why not?"

Vi was not paying more than the barest minimum of attention to the lecture as she flipped her hood up and planted her back to the counter as far away from the rest of the class as possible, radiating a forced casualness in addition to the usual fuck off vibes.

They weren't actually enforcers, even if they had been they weren't real, they had no reason to know what she was or to care.

And the jello cantina is yours! The exact nature and state of the place has always been a bit amorphous, so please feel free to mod details, patrons, interactions, etc, etc, etc, especially since I will likely be bogged down with work stuff for the better part of the day. Go wild! Bounce off each other, make shit up, it's all good! Or just wait until I get home and hopefully have some brain enough to throw other shit at you.

Or just sample the jello! That's totally valid.

Alara was pretty sure she had never had jello before so she was pretty curious about sampling that as she found a table to sit at and try and observe what was going on around her without it looking like she was being obvious about it.

That turned out to not be a problem since she was rather fascinated by the jello and was perhaps a bit more focused on that aspect rather than the listening and observing part.

Vi's forced casualness did not last very long.

Any equilibrium she'd been able to talk herself into vanished like mist in sunlight the instant one of the troopers came close enough to touch her. With a swift and sudden viciousness, she slammed his helmeted head against the counter, shoving him into his fellows as she bolted for the door.

Well. So much for suble...

"Hey!" The trooper that was having his friend shoved into him shouted out in surprise, and, after a little bit of disorganized chaos, two of them set off after Vi through the door, pulling out their blasters as they did.

Luckily for Vi, Summer made these troopers just as good at shooting as their real-life counterparts. Which was to say, not very good at all.

Summer, meanwhile, just rolled her eyes with a big sigh, wondering if this was how Barry felt whenever he was stuck with her grampa and Morty. She cleared her throat and then stated, very loud and clear, "Boy, these rebels sure are getting pretty bold lately! I wonder if there's anything the Empire plans on doing about them!"

Which,of course, since she desgined the thing, that set off a handful of the closest customers, chiming in with various rumors they'd heard,about blockades, curfews so on, so forth.

"You don't say!" she then remarked. "Please, tell me more..."

That was the thing with panic reactions, they tended not to be all that subtle. Doubly so when instead of the school hallway, Vi found herself in a concrete version of the undercity writ large. Without hesitation, she flung herself into the narrow gap between two buildings, trusting on instinct to find foot- and hand- holds to slow and redirect her descent.

Now that everyone's gone for the night (much more quickly and effectively than any actual closing time she'd ever experienced, though she did start blasting annoying music too loudly over the speakers to get everyone to leave for old times sake), and it's (presumably?) just them, it's time to share what you may have learned, what it may mean, and how it could potentially be helpful, and perhaps even start plotting plans of action with your classmates.

Who definitely programmed this, so she knows her stormtrooper exboyfriend isn't going to just show up and make drama or anything, but she still can't help feeling a liiiittle awkward whenever any of the troopers stroll by or mosey on up to the counter.

Look, she probably blew the guy up, so that enounter would just be all kinds of awkward.

I definitely wanted to save the jello cantina episode for a day when I didn't have work, but I'm pretty sure I'm going to be working Tuesday until the end of time, so it is what it is. XD

Rage Against the Machine: Etc, Etc, Etc; Tuesday, Second Period [01/25].

Sign In - RatM, 01/25.

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Listen to the Lecture - RatM, 01/25.

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Class Activity: Spies Like Us - RatM, 01/25.

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Class Activity: Jam Session - RatM, 01/25.

Talk to Summer - RatM, 01/25.

OOC - RatM, 01/25.