Fandom High School

Today, there was merely a note on the Danger shop door. No class.

No class because things are happening on the island.
Get your arses to the library or somewhere else useful instead.

-Electroclash

Well, you read the lady!

The Danger Shop was a fairly ordinary-looking room today. Just a bunch of desks that'd seat two to a desk, sitting across from each other. Clearly there was going to be some cozy facetime involved here.

"Today, we're breaking spirits," Electroclash announced, leaning lazily against the back of one of the chairs. "Spirits as in someone's morale, not spirits as in ghosts and ghouls and that shite, in case anyone was confused." She paused, and reconsidered. "And we're not really going all out with breaking anyone's spirit, either. That takes way too much bloody effort and time and isn't even all that amusing. So, today you're just aiming at making the other person cry."

She seemed pretty cheery about the prospect. Weren't you glad you'd decided to take this class?

"You can either pair up with a classmate, if you're feeling brave," she continued, "or you can take a seat at one of the empty desks by yourself, and the simulation will create a victim for you. And then you just try to make them cry? You all know how to be mean, right? You can ask me for help if you don't."

No seriously, she'd love that. She was very good at being mean and would gladly share her wisdom if anyone needed help.

"Right. Get to it."

Danger Shop again! Except this week, it appeared to be empty. Just a clinical white space with nothing anywhere. Except obviously the students, and Electroclash with a –– was that a knife? That was definitely a knife. Yes, there was a knife in her hand, and some more of them by her feet on the floor.

"No, we're not stabbing people today." She thought she should get that out there first. In case anyone worried. "They're sim knives, so you can't accidentally do a Van Gogh and slice your ear off, either. Nah, we're doing much more fun things today." And as if on cue – because it was! – a mango appeared out of thin air, flying at Electroclash. She sliced it with the knife, with an exaggerated hi-yah! just for funsies.

Yes, kids, you were basically playing Fruit Ninja today. Except in a full body simulation.

"Got it?" Electroclash asked once the mango halves fell harmlessly to the floor. They stayed there because she'd thought it was much more fun to keep the evidence of their kills around. "Pick up your knives and start slashing fruit apart. Also, try not to get brained by a coconut. It'd be fucking hilarious, but since they're only simulations, also bloody embarrassing for you."

Today, the Danger Shop didn't look particularly interesting. In fact, when the students came in, there didn't seem to be a whole lot of stuff in there at all, at least not at first glance. Just a massive white wall in front of them. And Electroclash in front of the wall, naturally. Looking a bit pleased with herself.

"Morning, kiddos." It kind of wasn't morning anymore but did she care? Nah. "So far, we've covered breaking things on the small scale. Shit you can do with your hands – throwing things, burning things, whatever. And that's all well and good, but sometimes you need to go bigger. And since some of you may be angsting over whatever terribly deep teen drama you have from having to face various parental figures and friends this weekend, I figured we need to do some good bloody large-scale destruction today."

She glanced back towards the wall.

As if on cue, the wall behind her seemed to implode upon itself, bits of plaster and pipe and wooden frame flying in every possible direction courtesy of the massive metal ball that hung there, suspended at the apex of its arc before swinging back into the wild blue outside.

If people cared to look outside through the new opening in the wall, they'd see Sparkle sitting in the driver's seat of the crane that the wrecking ball was attached to. And even if they didn't care to look, they'd almost certainly hear the triumphant yelling that he was doing. Because, hi, this was freaking awesome.

And Electroclash agreed. She almost grinned at the rest of the students as she turned to face them again. (Not having even fliched at Sparkle busting through the wall, because well, that had been timed on purpose.) "We are wrecking walls today. Getting on the wrecking ball itself is also allowed if you want to copy popular pop singers and pair up, or you can just do what my sidekick is doing and swing the ball at the wall from afar. Both ways are brilliant. Let's get to it."

"Today, we are smashing watermelons!"

Electroclash just wasn't going to greet the students like a normal person anymore. They were in the Danger Shop, once again, and there were tables with watermelons on them, and... piles and piles of rubber bands. Yes. Oh, and cameras set up to record each table's goings-on. She should probably say something about that, right?

"Watermelons are hard on the outside but squishy on the inside, and while it's pretty bloody satisfying to just smash them to pieces with a hammer or some shit like that, we are going the slow route today. You are going to pair up, take a watermelon, and start putting the rubber bands around it. It'll seem pointless fr a while, like all things in life, but if you keep putting more and more rubber bands around the fruit, there'll be more and more pressure on it, and eventually it will explode all over you."

Which Electroclash thought would be hilarious all on its own, but she gestured towards the cameras. "And at the end of the class, we'll watch your fruit explosions in glorious slow motion with the help of these high speed cameras. Trust me, it makes it all worth it because it is fucking hilarious. Now, get to pairing up and slowly breaking things."

The Danger Shop was filled with paper cranes today. Really. All sizes. From tiny to about the size of the average adult human head.

"Right, we're starting off easy on the path of destruction," Electroclash announced once everyone had shown up, twirling a moderately sized paper crane in her hands, before holding it up. "Paper. I know you can't technically break paper, but I don't care. It's my class, deal with it." Did she look smug for getting to say that? Maybe a little. "I want to start with paper because it's easy. You can tear it or burn it or whatever other more creative way you might want to come up with."

She shrugged.

"I just want you to do it. You can either attack the paper cranes in a manner of your choosing, or, if you can't bear to destroy Japanese paper art – and personally I don't understand why you wouldn't, but that's just me – there are also plain sheets of paper available. So get to it."