Fandom High School

Cara had her students meet her at the Onsen today.

"Normally I save this for the last week of classes," she said shortly. "But given the past few weeks, I figured we might as well move it up before the island decides to explode or something." Wasn't that a cheerful thought?

"In any case, your task today is to soak and relax. It may seem counter-intuitive as a survival tactic, but keeping yourself in a state of constant readiness takes a toll and sooner or later you will burn-out. You need to learn to recognise when you need to take a break, when you can take safely take one, and also how to effectively rest.

"So, into the tub. Get a suit from an attendant if you're worried about modesty."

Cara stood at the front of the classroom today, waiting for her students, once they'd all arrived, she looked them over before speaking.

"I see you're all in one piece. Good. Now after events like last week, normally I'd be inclined to go easy on you, however given how the island itself was affected, it would be prudent to follow up to ensure it's no longer under outside influence. As I've mentioned before, complacency is a good way to get yourself killed." Also one of them had left a smart message on her phone the other day and now they all had to suffer. "So I have a list of tasks for you all to complete during the rest of the lesson."

She began handing out sheets of paper. "I realise some of them sound ridiculous, but they're all designed to help test the health of the island." Or because she thought they'd be funny. One of the two. "Remember to keep an eye out for anything especially odd."

You could all thank Four later.

Cara's class were once again meeting in an ordinary classroom, and she looked much better for wear than last time.

"We were going to have a class on tracking today, but it would seem the deer have taken a turn for the violent, and it's catching if the radio is to be believed." Not that she was looking at anyone in the class in particular.

No, wait, she totally was assuming Cassandra was there.

"Now, for those of you who have not had the joy of experiencing it, the island regularly goes through bouts of insanity, and it's entirely possible we're headed towards another," Cara stated blandly. "Of course it's equally likely that we're merely dealing with the results of the island having ill-advised dalliances with other landmasses while we were on break." Just let at mental image sink in a moment, kids.

"But we're not here to work out why the island's being crazy, or even if it's a bout of life-threatening crazy as opposed to merely dignity-threatening, that's likely to become clear on it's own soon enough. Instead you're going to work out potential strategies for dealing with the problem, play to your strengths."

She paused. "Brawling with other students on the street is not an option."

Cara's class was meeting in an actual classroom this week because it was still below freezing out and no amount of snow was worth dealing with that.

"I see you all survived the trip," she said. There was an implied 'good job' involved somewhere. "So, sex."

( Nice segue there, Cara. )

There were no words to describe just how happy Cara wasn't today. None.

Though her students might have gotten an inkling by the fact they were standing in the cold, currently unoccupied stables near the dorms, with a teacher whose expression suggested she'd be perfectly happy to take the lesson outside if anyone brought up the violent sneezing fits she was regularly having.

"Equipment upkeep is one of the many things that can be the difference living to fight another day and dying horribly, and I'm not just talking about weapons or armor." Though anyone who neglected those deserved the end result, in Cara's opinion. "Being unaware of the state of buildings, animals, and equipment you might need to rely on, and neglecting care for them, either personally or through someone who knows what their doing, is asking for one of the three to bite you in the ass.

"So today we're going to do two things," Cara told them. "First you're going to check the inside of the building for any repairs that might need to be done and clean the stalls out. Luckily for you, there's been a lack of livestock housed here lately, so you don't have to worry about actually mucking any of them out. After that's done we'll move to the tack room, where you'll sort and clean the tack, checking for any wear or damage."

"Doesn't that sound like fun?"

As a veteran of previous fire drills, Cara might normally have been inclined to go easy on her class today, unfortunately, she was still in a mood from yesterday and thus didn't give in to said inclination.

Instead they were in the Danger Shop, in front of a simulation of the front lawn of the school, with snow lying thickly all around them. There were also a number of shovels and buckets. "As you may have noticed, tomorrow you will be engaging with the rest of the school in a snow fight, now I don't care which floors you all come from." Because the Fourth Floor was clearly the best, no snow fight needed for proof. "But as my students I do care that you not fail miserably, so today we'll be having a practical lesson in learning to constructing and attacking snow forts.

"The first half of class will be spent building the forts, you can work together or alone, but try to come up with some different styles between you, instead of several large random piles of snow." Have some pride in your work, people. "Then we'll take it in turns to attack the various forts so you can get an idea of what designs and strategies work, as well as get an idea for what it's like moving and fighting in snow as opposed to other kinds of terrian."

She crossed har arms and nodded at the buckets and shovels. "Get started then."

Today Cara's class was in the Danger Shop. This should have been a warning to those who'd taken her previous classes.

After collecting weapons from just inside the door, which should have been their second warning, they stood in a large clearing, which was dotted with conveniently person-sized lumps of debris.

"Teamwork," Cara said, before leaving a pause long enough that they might wonder if that was all they were going to get for a lecture. "Being a lone hero makes for a good story, but unless you're unbelievably good and any potential aid is so utterly incompetent that they're a liability, it'll get you dead. Ideally you'll know and trust those you're fighting beside, but sometimes you don't get that lucky."

She smiled which was your third and final warning there, folks. "Have fun."