Fandom High School

So, last week had been...interesting. Samus had no intention of discussing it. Neither did Deadpool. This, naturally, lead to one solution.

"Movie day!" Deadpool announced in a sing-song voice, already digging into a bag of popcorn. Never mind how he planned on eating it through the mask.

"Movie day," Samus confirmed, a bit more somberly. "Don't get too comfortable, though. The movie we are watching today is an outdated fable of this world's history of mobsters and hitmen, so you get to take notes. Pay close attention to the two characters in the position of for hire work, and try to decide whether or not you think they're any good, and why. We'll talk about it next week in class..."

There was a faint pause.

"And, no," she added, "because he's Samuel L. Jackson is not a valid answer."

"Awwww." Surely, Deadpool was voicing the disappointment of the whole class there.

[[ OCD on the way is up! ]]

For class today, the students were asked to meet in the Danger Shop; upon entering, they would find themselves in what appeared to be a seedy bar, a hodge-podge of various spaceports, truck stops, taverns, and hovels. You will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy. You would never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy...

...well, actually, you could. Samus and Deadpool had to keep things relatively clean, considering this was a school and everything. There's was definitely a strong miasma in the air, though, that was part sketchiness, part body odor, and part threat of one wrong move leading to someone's demise, but it was okay. Deadpool shot first.

"Welcome," said Samus, waving her gun arm vaguely at the scene around them, "to just about every questionable bar ever, or, as mercenaries and bounty hunters are wont to see it, your networking office. If you're lucky, you might be able to have a channel of contacts in a less unsavory method...work with the rich and the privileged, and they have their own set of networks that you'll be tied into, but the majority of people in the for hire business wind up here, on the edges of society, looking for a job that'll get some cash in their pocket and not get them killed. Plus, you can always grab a beer while you're here, too."

"Or an appletini," offered Deadpool, with a lift of the glass he had already procured and took a little sip from.

Samus just moved on. "So today we want you to schmooze. We want you to feel out a place like this and try to get an idea of how to spot people who are potential clients, people who will probably just kill you, and people that will basically just waste your time. Deadpool and I will keep an eye on things to make sure nothing gets out of hand, but treat this as though your livelihood depends on it. One day, it might."

[[ ocd on the way! is up ]]