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James Bond ([personal profile] doubleohblonde) wrote2009-07-08 10:26 pm
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Practical Weaponry [Wednesday, Period Four]

"Good afternoon," Bond addressed his assembled class. "This class is Practical Weaponry, and it's more or less exactly that. Each week I will be presenting a scenario here in the Danger Shop, and your job will be to find a way to survive it using either methods that I will have discussed with you beforehand, or by improvising something on your own. I will be demonstrating the use of ranged, and unranged conventional weapons, as well as showing you ways to improvise weaponry from seemingly innocuous everyday items. If anyone has a problem with this, the door is over there."

He paused before continuing. "Unlike certain of your other teacher, I won't be making you wear uniforms, but I would advise you to wear comfortable clothing that allows you freedom of movement."

"Now, onto the matter of teaching assistants." One day Bond would ask for volunteers, or even interest in being his TA. This was not that day. "Reese, Hathaway, congratulations."

"Since it's our first week, we'll just stick to introductions. I want your names, class, what weapons experience you have, and how you personally would handle the zombie apocalyspe," Bond said. He pointed at a random student. "You first."

[ooc: wait for ocd up.]

[Class Roster]

Re: Introductions - PW [Week 1]

[identity profile] feline-royalty.livejournal.com 2009-07-08 04:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"Between preparing myself for the onset of my studies and familiarizing myself with the lay of the island, I've not been afforded the opportunity to patronize the local drinking establishments," Tybalt replied evenly.

Which meant, really, that he'd been sulking in his alcove since they'd moved from the dorms.

"Why?"
Edited 2009-07-08 16:30 (UTC)

Re: Introductions - PW [Week 1]

[identity profile] feline-royalty.livejournal.com 2009-07-08 04:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Tybalt made a bit of a face at that, but decided it was best he not question further.

The education that this island seemed to afford him came in the form of talking cats and thinly-veiled threats on his life.

Perhaps it was fitting that this next educational experience was situated so close to the alcohol.