Getting Out of Scrapes - Fast, Friday

[suitably_heroic]

"Normally, this is the part where I drop you in the deep end to see what we're working with," Atton said. He leaned casually against the back wall of the classroom; who needed a seat, anyway? "But I've had nightmares all week, and I know what that means, so I'm going to save my energy today."

Nightmares were a complicated term, really. But it was close enough.

He shrugged, pulling away from the wall. "Instead, I want you all to share one scrape you've been in," he said. "Tell us what happened, what went wrong, and how you eventually got out. Then, everyone else in the class volunteers how they would've handled the situation."

He clapped his hands.

"Clear? Good. Get talking."

Comments

Re: Introductions - Tell Us About Your Scrape

[what_big_teeth]

Eleanor sort of shrank back a little, with a little twist of worry in her stomach. All of her 'scrapes' were...things that she really wasn't comfortable talking about, to anyone, and they loomed so large in her memory that it was really hard to think of something that could be considered a good example instead. So she was going to be spending a lot of time with a worried frown settled in the furrow of her brow, trying to listen to what other people had to say and maybe jumping in on those to avoid having to say anything about her own...or at least try to hold out until she could think of something that wasn't going to be admitting to the entire class all the horrible things things she'd done.

Or maybe just a way to frame it, that wasn't a lie, but wasn't the whole truth, either.

Re: Introductions - Tell Us About Your Scrape

[suitably_heroic]

"You there," Atton said, lifting his chin. "If you don't have anything, just make something up."