01.50 - week one, saturday

[afflictionmods]

W1 SATURDAY

The first week of the Personal Enrichment Course draws to a close, which means it’s time for the first lesson. Hopefully by now you’ve gotten to know your classmates a bit better - but if you haven’t, that’s okay.

This first lesson is just going to be teamwork exercises, after all.

Bright and early Saturday morning, you wake up. Maybe you had a good night’s rest, or maybe you hardly got any sleep... Either way, the sun is shining, the day is beginning, and Lorelei's voice suddenly comes through everyone's tablets as well as the P.A. system on campus.

”Good morning. All students must report to the lecture hall by 8 o’clock for their first lesson. Lessons are mandatory. Please report to the classroom with its doors open.”

Which gives you about thirty minutes, so it’d be best to hurry. Do you want to be tardy? And if you think about bailing, well… you know what might happen if you fail the course.

When everyone gathers in the same hall they awoke in, Florence is there to greet you. They will gesture for everyone to take a seat, and once seated, the projector in the room turns on. Say hello to Lorelei and her usual cup of coffee.

“Good morning, everyone. Welcome to your first official exercise; today’s activities are designed to emphasize teamwork and cooperation so you are all more prepared for dealing with what’s yet to come. I have already split you into teams for the day, via raffle. There will be two activities total, and you will be completing them in the same teams. Regardless of whether you get along with your teammates or not, you’re going to have to figure out a way to finish each exercise successfully.”

She keeps that same calm, collected smile on her lips as she props up what appears to be a tablet of her own on her desk.

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Comments

[unsinksyourship]

[What man doesn't at least need enough screwdrivers to counterscrew all that tries to screw him over in life. The true philosophical question of the modern age. (He's modern. Don't question it.)

You gotta shoot your shot while you can, musketeer.]

Did they say we couldn't? They just said they might not deliver on everything, so I'm going with what would get our product to sell and anything extra it might get us.

[--is it the fog-licking philosophy, maybe. But Whatever Works, Okay.]

[undertakings]

[If Tamamori is modern, then what does that make Shin? The real mystery of this game.

In any case, he holds very few expectations for this gambit (does it even qualify as that) to succeed, but it's not like he has a reason to strongly object either. It's a pretty harmless thing in the end. But still.]

What would you do with a picture or a charm?

[seems useless tbh]

[unsinksyourship]

Carry it around or put it up on my wall as a trophy of victory, of course. Don't tell me you've never commemorated such things.

[........ most people wouldn't put weird screwdrivers on their walls or person but Tamamori probably isn't most people. To be perfectly fair.]

[undertakings]

[He shakes his head. There were a few old squadmates who had taken small pieces of wreckage or salvage from the battlefield to serve a similar purpose, but he'd never done any such thing himself.

...Of course, it also goes without saying that said items were not random screwdrivers or screwdriver-related paraphernalia.]

I've never felt the need. [And especially not for something this petty.]

[unsinksyourship]

It's not about need! It's about want, it's about piercing through the world with the screwdriver of your discontent!!

[Fyre stop making oblique and stupid Gurren Lagann references, you say, but I categorically refuse. This is not a drill.]

Don't become a Buddhist monk at your age, kid, it's bad for your hair.