What It Takes To Be A Badass | Friday | Period 2
The class was meeting in the Danger Shop today. Loki was standing, arms crossed, waiting for everyone to arrive. Once they did, he started class.
"Improvisation," he started, "is something we've all probably one once or twice in our lives. Hell, it's probably something we've done once or twice this week. If you don't know what improvisation means, well, get a fucking dictionary."
He paused and smiled.
"Or I'll tell you. It's basically getting shit done without advanced preparation. It's making plans and shit on the fly. It's taking what you're given and rolling with it. Every good badass knows how to improvise and knows how to do it well."
With that, Loki started the sim. Anyone looking closely might have seen a devious gleam in his eye. When the sim started, it look like an ordinary white walled room. There was a window high up on one wall, out of reach of anyone even on their tiptoes. A pillow (complete with pillowcase), a can of hairspray (half full), a magnifying glass, two thick dictionaries, and a broken cellphone.
"Today, we're going to see how well you improvise," he said and hit another button. Out of some unseen hole, large black spiders started to file out, one by one.
"Your job, should you choose to participate, is to either get out of the room or deal with the spiders. You've got supplies and you've got your instructions. Fucking go."
"Improvisation," he started, "is something we've all probably one once or twice in our lives. Hell, it's probably something we've done once or twice this week. If you don't know what improvisation means, well, get a fucking dictionary."
He paused and smiled.
"Or I'll tell you. It's basically getting shit done without advanced preparation. It's making plans and shit on the fly. It's taking what you're given and rolling with it. Every good badass knows how to improvise and knows how to do it well."
With that, Loki started the sim. Anyone looking closely might have seen a devious gleam in his eye. When the sim started, it look like an ordinary white walled room. There was a window high up on one wall, out of reach of anyone even on their tiptoes. A pillow (complete with pillowcase), a can of hairspray (half full), a magnifying glass, two thick dictionaries, and a broken cellphone.
"Today, we're going to see how well you improvise," he said and hit another button. Out of some unseen hole, large black spiders started to file out, one by one.
"Your job, should you choose to participate, is to either get out of the room or deal with the spiders. You've got supplies and you've got your instructions. Fucking go."