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Doctoring 101, Friday, First Period

Once again, because Navaan's students were the absolute luckiest, they were meeting in town to catch a portal back to Navaan's world. "I hope you have your bags and your leeches," she announced as soon as they were gathered. "Because today we're going to actually start doctoring! I'm friends with these monks and I take care of them. I even killed a god to keep my little guys safe, so a few ground rules. Rule one: These guys are important to me, so take this very seriously. I want to see everyone's A-games, you got that? Rule two: These are my patients. I'm letting you help them because you're my students, but absolutely no poaching. You can get your own patients on your own time. Rule three: Okay, I forget rule three, but I'm sure it's important and I'll tell you as soon as I remember it. Don't break it anyway, you've been warned."

She glared at the class, making sure that they saw she was very, very serious. "Now, when we get to them, you're each gonna get a monk, you'll diagnose the issue, and then we'll discuss what we think the best treatment is." The portal opened behind her and she gestured her students through. "Oh! Right! I remember Rule Three!"

When the students stepped through the portal, they'd see a brilliant circus under the night sky. Lanterns and torches provided light, there were people teeming everywhere, with barkers crying out games, wares, and sideshows. "The third rule is..." Navaan began as she stepped out from the portal. Then she stopped, staring in fascination at the circus.

"Why didn't anyone tell me this was on?" she asked, before running pell-mell towards the big top. "Let's go, guys! We're going to the circus!"

[Both links go to a NSFW comics!]

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Going to a circus!

Marvel that you're actually going to learn today!

Well, that hope didn't last long!

Your teacher has vanished into the crowds and the portal has closed behind you. Don't worry though! There's plenty of stuff you can do and none of it seems to require tickets!

The carnies will tell you that they unmanned a giant and the appendage hasn't stopped thrashing yet. The keen-eyed among you will realize that it's a bull dressed up in a costume meant to resemble...said appendage.

See how long you can ride it! The current record is 103 seconds!

[Try to contain your surprise, but this link also goes to an NSFW comic]

Spin the wheel, choose your curseword, and if it comes up, you win! Carry around a plushie swear word all day!

Grab a partner from among your classmates (or meet someone new!), mount up, and start punching! Last pair standing wins! Leather fetish gear provided.

Or, if you're really good, head to the advanced ring and do the same thing while oiled up!

Prove your strength and agility. Wrestle a jelly golem!

Played with real moles!

The drinks are mostly alcoholic and the food is generally bad for you, but damn it all tastes so good!

You can find her in a tent. There's a hookah full of who knows what and plenty of happy people partaking of it.

The final page of the comic is actually SFW!

Stewart

Well, this was certainly not how Stewart was expecting to spend his morning, but you could guarantee that this was still a rather...wondrous surprise. Of course, when such a bounty of opportunities laid before you so unexpectedly, one almost didn't know where to start.

But Stewart did have an idea, so he could be soon seen slinking through the crowds and trying to narrow in where he might find the best sort of substances in a place like this to fuck him up, and let the day lead him from there.

Consider it...medical research.

Donald Blake

Ignis Scientia

Now that he knew what had happened in his attempt to be a part of a good, proper first aid class, Ignis had been leaning heavily toward just calling it a wash and never showing up again. Of course, last week, the decision on that had been very easy and going to class hadn't even crossed his mind, but this week, he was already out and about to prepare for helping with Gladio's class and that tug of curiosity was starting to get the better of him...

...so when he went up to the school and was directed by a squirrel that they were actually meeting at portalocity, it would have been the logical conclusion to just say 'oh, gods no' and just return home to prep for what he'd need for the class later, but his curiosity, unsatiated as it was, only seemed to grow more...intrigued.

Oh, he knew he was going to regret this even before he arrived, but at least he would know for certain exactly how much he did rather than be left wondering for the rest of eternity....

If the smells and sounds that surrounded Ignis were any indication, he was feeling a bit at an advantage that he couldn't be subjected to all the visual spectacles that this circus had to offer, but in his considerations, he did realize there might be another advantage to his blindness here...

Which was exactly how he found himself sporting a hilariously unnecessary blindfold, and proving himself to suddenly be the absurdly skilled mount that everyone wanted to ride on their way to victory.

It would probably be a very good idea to find time to shower before spending too much time in front of a campfire later, though, what with this oil...

You could just go ahead and call Stewart Toucan Sam, because on his hunt for all the things this carnival of pleasures had to offer, he'd followed his nose to that certain tent and poked his head into the opening. Looking around, his eyes naturally found the hookah first, and eventually, he noticed at least the recognizable face of his teacher enough to jerk his chin up in recognition before venturing in with an inquiry, "What is that enticing aroma and is it as intoxicating as one might hope for it to be?"

"I dunno!" Navaan said cheerfully. "What it is, anyway, but I do know it gets you all fucked up." She was definitely a little glazed over right now, her body listing several degrees to the side. "Everything's wobbly," she added with a giggle.

Stewart had to grin as Navaan uttered precisely the magic words he was hoping to hear.

"How...enticing," he said. "Enigmatic...."

Give him a moment, this was not his first tent.

"...equivocal."

He stepped in, making a grand gesture toward the circle around the hookah, sweeping into an almost humbling sort of bow. "May I?"

"Sure!" Navaan said, pushing someone over to make room. "Let 'im in, everybody this is--" Name Not Found "--one of my students and training to be a doctor and if you don't let him in to get high, he's gonna diagnose you with syphilis and then you'll be sorry."

Most people were too far gone to be worried about the threat, but there was a kind of 'the more the merrier' vibe happening here, so soon Stewart would be offered a spot next to Navaan and a hose of his own. "Suck on this," Navaan said, offering it to him.

And yes, she cackled.

"Possibly worse," Stewart agreed with a sharp, eager grin, although what was worse than syphilis? Oh, he'd think of something, but, hopefully, he wouldn't have to, as he step-slid his way into the tent further, then criss-crossed his feet under him for a little spin that smoothly brought him down into a cross-legged plop down next to Navaan. There was a quick back-and-forth jerk of his shoulders before his hand elegantly rolled out for the hose.

"Don't mind if I do," he said, and sucked with the ne'er-do-well gusto of a man who was 98.6% sure he'd suck on much, much worse before.

Heard.

"Good, huh?" Navaan said as Stewart inhaled a lungful of smoke that seemed to coil in sinuous forms in his chest, tasting of plums and snowmelt and sparkles. She took a hit off her own before passing it to the lady to the left of her. Navaan was very polite when it came to drugs, thank you.

Stewart breathed in very, very deep, and, closing his eyes, held that moment for as long as those lungs being infused with all that plum and snowmelt and sparkle could manage to revel in it and feel it pushing past those lungs and spreading to ther parts of him. "Wondrous," he said, the word tight and high with that held breath, and then he breathed put nice and slow. As soon as that breath finished leaving him, he breathed in the next, quicker but still thriving for that same depth, around the hose again, before, following Navaan's excellent application of teaching my example, passed it to the person on his other side.

The smirk spread into an easy smile of a joyous contentment as the drug within started to make it's effects on him known, and a sigh to match as he leaned back to just enjoy the simple familiarity of wantonly imbibing suspect substances in dingy quarters with a cluster of like-minded individuals at an absolutely absurd hour of the day.

He'd miss this particular kind of camaraderie.

He missed Roald.

But before that thought could wrap around him and make him start feeling a bit mauling, the plum and snowmelt and sparkles embraced him instead, pulling out of him a pleased, manic little giggle.

Anakin Skywalker

"Awww, yeah," Navaan said, giggling with him. Did she know why he was laughing? No. Did it matter? Also no. "That's the good stuff."

But, you know, it could be better. Taking another deep inhale from her hose, she waited until she absolutely had to breathe, then leaned over to Stewart and exhaled the smoke into his waiting mouth.

Aww yeah. It was definitely about to get better. And in deference to community standards and just general goddamn decency (neither of which were important to Navaan, but still), the flap to the Tent of Hedonism closed, keeping all further shenanigans out of sight.

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After the morning Anakin had had, he deserved a few pillows with swear words on them! So now he had, um, eight.

What he would do with them was future!him's problem.

The question here was strategy. Did Don try to win every word he'd ever said when something went suddenly wrong in surgery? Or did he try to win the more, shall we say, Asgardian choices, as a special gift for Thor?

Fuck it, he was going for both. YOLO and all that.

Arthur Lester (and John Doe)

"...You killed a god?"

Okay, Arthur was actually a bit impressed by that.

"Its cultists were kidnapping my little guys and sacrificing them to it," Navaan said. "And I had to stop that. My monks are important to me."

"I...actually, that sounds very good of you," Arthur said, a bit surprised.

Badass, John added.

Arthur sighed. "John says it sounds badass."

"I am really badass," Navaan said with a shrug. "On you if you didn't know that."

She'd fought a giant battle in the park and everything!

"You think sex is the answer to everything," Arthur countered.

He paused.

"You killed the god with sex, didn't you."

"Nope!" Navaan said. "I threw a fake death at it. It was a God of Fakes so that was like getting hit with a real death and so it died."

Now don't you feel stupid about your assumptions, Arthur?

"I hate that that makes sense."

He did, a little. Also embarrassed. But look, it was a logical assumption!

Just like...don't ask her if that was why she threw it, okay?

"I'm very smart," she informed him. "Which is why I get to be a doctor."

"You think refrigerators are acceptable beds."

No, he was never letting that go.

"I like to be up high and curled up," Navaan said. "Also, the tops of refrigerators are warm. Why is sleeping on the couch so much better than sleeping on top of a refrigerator?"

Huh. She has a point, Arthur.

"Because a couch is furniture designed for sitting or sleeping," Arthur said firmly. "Refrigerators are only for keeping food in."

"So?" Navaan said. "See, that's your problem. You let yourself get bullied by people who aren't even here. Who cares why somebody designed something or what it's for. I'm gonna use it how I wanna use it. You're so worried by what people you've never even met might think about you, you don't do anything fun."

"I do have fun!" Protested the man who had gotten married due to societal expectations.

He facepalmed. "I can't believe we're having this argument again."

Last time it ended in sex, John pointed out. You should probably stop now. Look, it hadn't exactly been fun for him, had it?

"You don't really," Navaan said. "Because you let yourself be bulled by dead people. Who aren't even ghosts! They're just dead!"

Arthur winced. "I...no, I."

Uh, Arthur?

Pardon Arthur while he tried desperately not to reboot from trauma.

"Do too."

"No! I...I can't!" The only thing keeping Arthur from curling up in a ball and sobbing was his pride (and the fact he couldn't see where a dark corner might be).

Sorry, Navaan, you broke him.

She peered at him. "Are you...trying not to cry?"

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Doctoring 101, Friday, First Period

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Prepare for the trip

The Circus

Ride The Angry Giant's...Gianthood

Wheel of Swearing

Blind Chicken Melee

Jelly Golem Wrestling

Whack-A-Mole

Eat, Drink, and Be Merry

Talk to Navaan

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