fandomhigh | Constant Vigilance 2, Session 1. Friday Sept 8th, Period 4

For anyone who took the summer session of Constant Vigilance, the classroom was very, very familiar. The large teacher's desk, complete with cobbled together holo-project sat at the front of the room, and it was now even larger and more glowy in bits. The student chair-desks were in a half circle, the open end facing the front of the room.

The Doctor, in his casual slacks, jumper, and leather jacket, stood in front of the desk, tossing a metallic ball up and down in his hand. After everyone signs in and gets situated, the Doctor slams to metallic ball down onto his desk with a rather loud crack.

"Now that I've got all your attentions, please allow me to introduce myself. While I could go for the pop culture reference and say I'm a man of wealth and taste, I myself will only... mention it in passing as to make the reference but make it seem like I'm not trying to. Right." He coughed. "I'm your teacher for this class, Constant Vigilance. As this is the second session of it, I labelled it with that number, two, and the subheading of 'Electric Boogaloo', mainly in reference to the infamous breakdancing film. But this class, however, is not about dancing or boogaloos of any sort. It's about the wide universe, and it's about the things that dwell in it."

He smiled and picked up the metallic ball he'd slammed on his desk. "The first rule of the universe is that you should never take things at face value. Is this some strange alien sports ball, or is it--" he peeled off the metallic skin, the tin foil in fact, to reveal that it is, in fact, a chocolate orange. As it blossoms out into the individual pieces, he starts the orange being passed around the half-circle. "Everyone gets a single piece," he said.

"Of course, the same applies to aliens. Just because it has fangs dripping with venom doesn't mean it plans to bite you, and just because its saying 'We come in peace' doesn't mean it doesn't have a death ray hidden behind its back. The key, of course, is knowing when things are what they are, and when they are not."

"And on this front, we're going to have a little getting to know each other activity. I'm sure some of you have done this before, and that will only make it more interesting. We'll be going around the room, and everyone will be saying their name, where they're from, and then three things about themself."

He raised a finger. "The catch is, of course, that two of the things are the truth. One of them is a lie. We'll all be guessing as to which the lie is, of course. And I'll even start things off--"

After the activity, the Doctor clapped and rubbed his hands together. "That's actually all I have for today, me. But I do have a ~~totally handwavable~~ assignment for you all. First Contact, we'll call it. Go out, find someone you've never talked to. Maybe you've seen them around, but you don't even know their name. Go up. Introduce yourself. Ask if they'll join you in a game of tiddlywinks or something. The idea is to get to know them. Maybe make a new friend, even. Just go out, and make contact. It's a good exercise, I think. And if you could write up a short description of the experience ~~or again, handwaveyness~~ to turn in next week, that'd be fantastic."

He smiled. "That's it, then. If anyone wants to stay after to ask a question of me, that's great. And please remember that Mister Harkness is my TA, so he's practically an extension of me, for practicality's sake. I'm sure you'll find him friendly and accomodating. You're all free to go, now. Toodle-loo and all that."

[ooc: ~~Wait for OCD, please.~~ ETA: Up and ready!]

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"Especially if you're from 500 years in the future," he agreed. "Or was that a lie? I think I suck at this game."

"That ain't a lie. I really am from 500 years in the future," Kaylee said. "I still don't get how I'm here in this time."

"It might be one of those things that it's just best to not think too hard about," Cameron suggested.

Kaylee nodded. "Yeah, makes the brain hurt a lot less."

"Which happens enough around here already," he agreed. "So what's the future like?"

"It ain't all that different from now. Just some of the technology's changed."

"Like what? Do we have space fighters?" He was a bit fixated.

"There's the Cortex? It's sorta like the internet, only bigger? It connects multiple planets," Kaylee said.

"Not a lot of space fighters. We got space pirates, though," Kaylee continued, shuddering.

"Planets? Cool," he paused, noticing the shudder and realising that they probably weren't cool pirates from the movies. "I more meant fighter planes," he explained.

"Oh! Yeah, there are some spaceships that have weapons and such," Kaylee said. "Though Serenity ain't a fighter ship."

"Serenity?"

"That's the ship I lived on before comin' here," Kaylee said proudly.

"You lived on a spaceship? Cool," he grinned. "Were you born there?" It might be a strange question, but he did know people who weren't born on a planet.

"Nope, I was born on a planet," Kaylee said. "Serenity was the firts ship I ever been on."

"What did you do there?" he asked curiously.

"I was Serenity's mechanic," Kaylee replied.

"Really?" he wondered for a moment if she was an adult in a teenage body too. "Have you met Sam Carter? She's great with engines too. She helped me fix my swoopbike."

"Haven't met her yet, no," Kaylee said. "Sounds like that's something I need to do."

She peered at him curiously. "Swoopbike?"

"Definitely, I think you might get along," he smiled and nodded.

"A swoop bike. It's like a motorcycle but it flies a couple of inches above the ground and goes pretty fast."

"Oh, you know, I have met her in the Constant Vigilance workshop ~~which my mun just remembered~~," Kaylee said. "But yeah, maybe we can talk about mechanical stuff."

She grinned. "That sounds like fun!"

Cameron grinned. "It is. Closest you can get to actually flying in a plane!"

Kaylee smiled. "I'm guessin' you're interested in flying then?"

"Yep," he nodded. "I'm going to become a fighter pilot for the Air Force."

"Hope that works out for ya," Kaylee said sincerely.

"Thanks," he grinned. "How about you? Do you want to stick to being a mechanic?"

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