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The classroom was once again set up for a movie. Because it was December, folks. And teachers need a break.

"So, Cara picked this movie," Jane said, looking at the DVD box to check out the description.

"It's a classic." Cara, the film had been out less than a year. Much less. "And has many important lessons on violence and being honest to the girls you're interested in."

"Ohhh." Okay, that made more sense. "I should tell Valkyrie to watch this."

"She'll enjoy it," Cara agreed. "She's a woman of good taste."
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There was a cat in the classroom today. An average sized, perfectly ordinary looking, orange cat.

"Why is there a cat?" Cara asked. Totally just for the benefit of the class.

"Well, it's not a cat." Jane had been surprised by this too before.

Well, that wasn't at all ominous. "Why is there a not-a-cat," Cara amended.

"That... is a long story," Jane said. "He's a friend of a friend's and I ended up watching him for a little bit. But! I thought he might be useful in teaching you all about not making assumptions in a fight."

The not-a-cat just purred and rubbed against Jane's leg.

Cara bent to pick the not-a-cat up and look more closely at it. "Was it assumptions about the sex of ginger cats because she's a-"

Oh, look, tentacles. Quite a lot of them. More than should fit in a cat that size actually.

"More... that," Jane said as the tentacles just disappeared again. "Mostly that. He ate one of my chairs?"

"...I see," Cara said slowly, still holding the not-a-cat. "So, how do we deal with the good kitty?"
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The danger shop was somehow turned into a very classic, Midwestern dining room that was set with a full Thanksgiving feast.

Complete with NPC family members.

"Next week can be a little trying for some people with the holiday," Jane said, eyeing one of the NPCs with a 'go woke, go broke' shirt with a level of disapproval.

"Family dinners are often a source of conflict," Cara added. "Especially when in-laws don't get along, even when they don't attempt to have you killed. Or set a mob on you."

"So, today will be about getting through a different kind of fight unscathed," Jane said. "Possibly with wine."

"Significant amounts of wine."
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Well, the danger shop was done up like Waffle House at 3 am. Because that was the prime time for the lesson at hand.

"Improvised weapons," Jane filled in for the class as a fight started behind her and Cara. "That's what we'll be discussing today. We'll, really more demonstrating?"

Cara picked up a waffle iron, testing the balance. "Your job is to get these rowdy customers out of the store by any means necessary, " she said, right before taking a swing at someone with said waffle iron.

Because Waffle House don't play. Or something.

Jane no sold a chair being thrown at her, only wincing once she noticed it. "Sorry!"

She was doing great at the superhero thing.

"So, let's get started?"
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The teachers had some of those kind of really creepy self defense dummies set up for the class to work on some of the basics.

"Weak points on an opponent," Jane said. "They tend to be the same on, well, humans. I can't say it'll be exactly the same on any other species."

Because aliens. Also magic.

"Basically people are kind of fucked up," Cara said. "They have a lot of places you can mess them up good. And we'll be showing you some of them today." Some. Some of them. Don't ask how many Cara actually knew, you didn't want to hear the answer.

"They are the solar plexus," Jane said, pointing out the spots on the dummy as she listed them. "The nose, the instep, and the groin."

Oh yeah, encouraging the class to knee someone.

"Please note that the last, while more effective on those who keep certain parts of their anatomy outside their bodies, also works for people who don't." Remember that, kids, at least one of you would canonically need that knowledge.

"So, let's practice on those spots," Jane said, hoping she wouldn't break the poor thing.

Just ignore any crunching noises, Cara could reassure you all they weren't the least bit realistic.
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Well, it looked like your teachers had set up a television for the class this week. Because clearly they needed to show a safety video before really getting started, right?

Wrong. This was Fandom and as such would change that shit on the fly.

"Why is this a copy of a TV show?" Jane asked, looking at the disc with a frown.

Because Fandom, that was why. "Because this island is why. Is it at least a good one?"

Good was a very subjective judgment Cara.

"Well..." Jane tried her best to recover and put on an enthusiastic face for the class. "It's fine. It'll be fine. Educational."

"Guess that answers that question then." Stop helping, Cara.

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