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Today the wagon sat at the edge of a wide river, the robot unicorns secure in their harnesses. On the far side stood a town.

"Congratulations, kids, after eight long weeks, you have almost reached the end of your destination, all that remains is to work together to ford the river." As Oz spoke, there came an odd, rustling, yipping sound, as a pack of Doberman-sharks appeared on the horizon closest to the Danger Shop door. He trailed off. "...I didn't program those in." He had totally programmed them in after seeing them running about the town earlier. "So it would probably be a good idea if we all got up on the wagon about now."

Once everyone was up, Oz continued, handing out the long poles that were oh so conveniently packed in the wagon. "New plan, we ford the pack of dogsharks until we get to the door then make a break for it. Use these to keep them away from the wagon if they get too close."

Current Mood: totes surprised rly

thefearwasreal

Today Oz's class would find them situated on a wide, grassy, open plain. Of course the grass was purple, but who was quibbling over little details like that, especially when looking at the wagons they'd noticed that something very important was missing, namely the oxen.

"Good afternoon, kids," Oz greeted them, coiling rope into loops as he spoke. "During the night your oxen ran away, turns out someone didn't secure them properly, but who's to blame isn't important right now, what's important is that even if you abandon the wagon and go on foot, you won't be able to carry enough supplies be able to reach the next settlement before you die of starvation." Now there was a cheery thought. "So you're going to need to find some way to get this wagon moving again. The good news is this plain happens to be home to just the animal you need."

It was then that something ran past the wagon. Something silvery. Something with a rainbow mane. Something with a horn.

"Bad news is you're going to have to catch them first." Oz tossed the coiled rope to the nearest student. "Good luck with that."

thefearwasreal

Oz was more subdued than usual today. The wagon was pulled up at the entrance to a valley.

"Good afternoon, class," he said. "So after two weeks hard travel, you've reached your next rest-stop. In order to trade for supplies and to get permission to take a short-cut through their territory to must appease the residents of the Valley of the Puppies and Kittens."

"I hear they're fond of belly-rubs."

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Today Oz had a projector set up in the classroom. His completely ordinary and normal classroom.

"Good afternoon, class," he said once everyone was seated at their desks. "I hope you've all been keeping out of trouble since last week."

"Listening to the radio, it seems that some people in the resistance are causing more trouble for the rest of us, so today we're going to be watching a some films to explore why rules are so important and how keeping your head down and following along with the established social order keeps us all out of trouble."

Current Mood: depressed

thefearwasreal

"Congratulations," Oz told the class as they entered the Danger Shop. Which had not yet been turned on. Nothing suspicious there. "In the past week, you did not die of starvation, Stella did not break any more limbs, and Merry caught measles." One of those things was not like the other. Before they could comment on that fact, Oz continued.

"You've finally made it to the next stop along your journey, and can rest and resupply, but before you can do that, the townspeople have asked for your help, as several small children have been trapped by a rising river while berry-picking and they would be extremely grateful if you could help retrieve them. The kind of grateful that results in free board and supplies. Plus, rescuing small children is something that'll make you feel good about yourselves."

"So you have to decide if you're going to rescue the kids, and if so, implement the rescue." With that, Oz turned the Danger Shop on, displaying the scene of a gaggle of small children trapped on an island in the middle of a raging river.

Of lava.

Which the Midwestern United States was known for.

Current Mood: cheerful

thefearwasreal

As opposed to last week's bar, this week the class was in a lush, verdant valley, the kind sure to be thriving with all manner of small ()or not so small, furry, woodland creatures. A covered wagon stood in a clearing, several oxen grazing nearby. Oz leant again the side of the wagon, a notebook in his hands, a box by his feet.

"Greetings and salutations. So, since you set out last week, you've set a strenuous pace and covered quite a lot of ground with few incidents, except for the ones that that left..." Oz checked his notes. "Stella with two broken arms and a broken leg. Sadly it also caused you to lose half your food supplies. Even with lowered rations, you're going to run out before your next chance to barter for supplies. Unless, of course, you find some way to supplement your supplies."

He flipped open the box, inside were a set of Nerf rifles (since apparently Oz wasn't going to give them 'real' guns even in the Danger Shop) and ammunition. "You have the rest of the class to go hunting to add to your stores," Oz told them. "The Shop will keep track of who shoots what, but remember, you're limited in how much each of you can carry back to the wagon, so don't get greedy."

Current Mood: predatory

thefearwasreal

As each student entered the Danger Shop, Oz handed them an envelope with their name on it. Inside, it was she up to resemble an old-fashioned saloon. Oz stood behind the bar, and an empty table with five seats took pride of place in the room.

"Good afternoon, class, and welcome to Fandom Trail, a historical re-enactment where you will travel across the old American Frontier." The frontier as interpreted by Oz, so clearly it was gong to be completely accurate. "Before you can get started on your travels, your party needs to come together, which is why you're in a bar, so you can met, introduce yourselves to each other, and decide to travel together, work out the logistics, what skills everyone brings to the table, how many oxen you'll need for your wagon, all that."

Oz held up a hand. "But to keep in the spirit of the class, instead of introducing yourselves, you are each going to take on a persona for the next few weeks, and you'll be introducing them. Your envelopes contain your names and a few basic details, you can build from there. No swapping."

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