Fandom High School

The Danger Shop was disappointingly set up like a classroom today. The Doctor was at the front, glasses on, feet propped up on the desk as he lounged in what looked to be a very comfortable chair. "Last workshop of the term. No running or jumping or bad reality television today. Today," the Doctor said, leaping up from his seat, "I want you to the one most important thing you've learned from your experiences during this course." He looked at Toby and Kevin if they were there. "Yours should be 'getting naked in public doesn't solve everything'."

The classroom flickered out of existence for the briefest of seconds. The Doctor looked up with a frown. "A little glitch," he assured the class. "Nothing to worry abo-" The classroom disappeared again and left them in darkness. Anyone sitting on desks or chairs would have fallen on their backsides once the classroom and all its contents disappeared. "Okay, nobody panic. Probably a simple malfunction."

"Mummy?"

The Doctor turned on a light and the class found themselves scattered across the ground floor of an old house, probably one you'd find in 1940s London. Staying very still for a moment, the Doctor looked at each of the students within his line of sight. His expression wasn't that of someone who was worried, per se, so much as as someone who was very, very interested and a little suspicious of what was coming next. "That wasn't supposed to happen."

The voice of a boy outside the front door could be heard through the house again.

"Are you my mummy?"

The Danger Shop was decked out to appear like a very large walk-in wardrobe with cubicles for changing. Along the walls were shirts, jackets, trousers, skirts and all manner of clothing and a variety of accessories that couldn't be listed without it ending up like the phone book.

"Okay!" the Doctor said once the students had gathered. "Before we get out there and really stretch our legs in the big old universe, there's one vital thing every traveller needs - a really impressive outfit. You can't go out there looking like you threw on whatever didn't smell horribly from your bedroom floor. Trust me, there are beings out there with a far better sense of smell than you and they can smell you a mile away." He scratched at his ear. "Oh, and always wear clean underwear. Personally, that's a given, but some people need reminding. Shirtlessness and nudity have been done and will probably get you arrested or swept off to a harem of some kind, so let's have none of that.

Right! So, onward. What we have here is pretty much every combination of clothing you might need to come up with an outfit suitable for galavanting around the cosmos. Fun word, don't you think? Cos-mos. Anyway," he waved it off, "you can't lug around a wardrobe full of clothing to fit in everywhere you go, so go with something that will suit as many different situations as possible and, most importantly, something that works for you. You'll be wearing it a lot, particularly in this workshop. Get something comfortable. If there's something you want that you can't find, ask the Danger Shop and ye shall receive. Go on then."

The Danger Shop, for anyone who entered it, looked rather like a London street at Christmas time. There were plenty of human shoppers milling about, lights and signs telling everyone about great last-minute sales and a group of musicians dressed like Santa with rosy-cheeked masks were lined up playing Christmas carols for passers by. It was a clear night, cold but not unreasonably so, and sadly no snow in sight. The teacher didn't appear to be in the vicinity either.

The pleasant scene was broken by the sound of plate glass smashing and blank-faced mannequins stepping out from shop windows. Down the street, a woman screamed, drawing a mannequin's attention. It raised its arm and the woman ducked out of the way just in time to miss a gunshot coming from where the mannequin's hand should have been.

A man in a blue suit, a tan trench coat and red sneakers appeared out of the panicking crowd, stopping in front of the students. His face reflected the urgency of the situation. "Run!"

[OOC: But look both ways before crossing the road and wait for OCD go for it. OCD is up!

ETA: Off to catch a flight. Hopefully will be back tonight to answer pings.]