Fandom High School

When the class arrived at the Danger Shop, they would have found themselves in a maze of dark, twisty passages, all alike. The walls were made of prefabricated metal and the dim lights flickered on and off.

"Morning, kids, and welcome to the mining 624-Victor Lima" Rick said, his voice barely above a whisper. "As you can see, the miners seem to have vanished, and our job is to find them."

"Due to the lack of natural light and the intermittent power, you've been provided with motion trackers." He pointed to the boxes attached to the stocks of their lasers. The screens on the boxes showed a number of small green dots clustered around the centre. "They'll let you know if someone or something is moving around you. We're the ones in green. Unknowns will show up in white, and hostiles in red."

"Now follow me and try not to shoot each other."

Well, nothing could go wrong with this class. Nothing at all.

[OOC: OCD up.]

[Class Roster]

The Danger Shop was set up to resemble a large, echoing stone hall, the dinosaur skeleton in the centre probably gave a clue was to what kind of building the hall belonged to.

"Welcome the Natural History Museum, London," Rick began, already wearing his vest. "It has a rich and interesting history, however right now that's not important."

There was a long, drawn out groan, and something shuffled into view at the top of the stairs.

"What's important is that it's home to a sudden mummy infestation." Rick took aim at the mummy, which tumbled over the balcony with a much shorter groan after being hit. "Quickly, everyone hide behind the Diplodocus. Your vests are there."

[OOC: OCD up.]

[Class Roster]

Today the Danger Shop was set to a simulation of a carefully-tended forest, if the students listened closely, they could hear the faint sounds of cheerful singing.

"Morning, kids, and welcome to the New York Botanical Gardens," Rick greeted them, cheerfully incongruous in his laser-tag vest. "More specifically, the native Forest, the largest remaining expanse of the woodlands that once covered New York. And today, we're doing some search and destroy."

"Now you may or may not have noticed that we're having a little greenery problem today. Of the talking, singing kind. It just so happens that our petally friends have agreed to help us out in class today. You don't want to know how I swung that." More specifically, Beckett was not going to want to know once that courier arrived at the precinct. "Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to hunt down every single one of the flowers that don't belong here. Like looking for a needle in a haystack full of needle-shaped hay."

"You can work on your own or in groups, and don't worry about actually hurting the flowers, they're only going to play dead when they feel the laser."

[OOC: OCD up.]

[Class Roster]