fandomhighdorms | Danger Shop, After Classes

Once again, it was a Danger Shop day for those who were gathering for the reserves. Reservists would probably notice that they were down to two leaders once again this week, but it would appear that they had swapped out the pretty one for the one with the facial hair and the floppy ears. Zack, for his part, just seemed pleased to be in the company of people at all. Which was nothing new, because, seriously. It was Zack. And being happy to be in the company of other people totally beat out the urge to giggle like an idiot after hearing that their third leader had been turned into a wee bitty hedgehog.

The other thing that they would notice was that the layout didn't really seem to be like anything on the island. Through the doors of the Danger Shop, they would be faced with a large body of deep, murky water, crisscrossed with wooden-plank walkways that seemed to be in a horrible state of disrepair. That fact didn't seem to bother Zack, either.

"Hey, guys! We're doing exercises in balance and speed and surefootedness today!" Zack paused, mouthing 'surefootedness' to himself for a moment as if trying to figure out if that was even really a word. "... Yeah! So! We've got these walkways and stuff, and over at the end of the walkway, which is kind of a maze on its own, is our cookie table!"

Yes. Horror of horror, they were making people earn their cookies today.

"So the point is to get to the other side of the walkways and eat Zack's cookies," said Jak, completely redundantly. There was a short pause, as he glanced around the group, and then promptly realised that he was saying things that were a little redundant, and it would be best if he turned to his own niche of reserve leadering to further fill up the silence. "And try not to fall off and drown," he said, smoothly, "Or die horribly some other way." By... snagging their feet on a loose screw or something.

He shot Zack a quick look, as if waiting for some fountain of wisdom to spill out (or, knowing Jak, just plain 'okay, are we done now?'). "...First one there," he added, awkwardly, "Gets all the best cookies." Beat. "Now what are you waiting for?"

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"Krew called me in for a mission," Jak said, shrugging a little. "Nothing new, just bad timing."

Tara looked concerned as she nodded, eye on the shifting colors of Jak's aura. "You made it out okay, anyhow," she said, not sounding as if she entirely believed it.

"Took a couple of bullets," he admitted, "But nothing a little green eco can't cure." There would be more than a fair share of green in that aura right now, fading slowly, but not quite gone yet. "Anyway, things are starting to get a move on."

It'd taken him a while, but he'd caught on to the idea that it probably wasn't a good thing to elaborate about that to Tara.

Tara looked flummoxed about how casual he was about getting shot, and she swallowed hard to keep from saying something too dumb.

"... and that's good?" she asked, not able to keep a dubious note out of her tone.

"Yeah," he said. "It means it won't be long until I get another shot at the Baron."

Realising he was growling in front of Tara, Jak backed off a little. "Anyway, it's fine. It'll be quiet for a couple of days, probably."

Yes, Jak, thank you for not growling. Tara didn't even realize she had stepped back.

"Good luck?" she tried feebly. "I think Kennedy wants to watch people walk the path, so, uh..."

Not awkward at all.

"...Yeah." Jak rubbed the back of his head. "Uh. Try the pole at the start over there. Maybe?"

"Looks like a place to ... start, yeah," Tara said hesitantly.

She couldn't resist. She waved Kennedy's tiny paw at him. "Later," she said.

The hedgehog looked like she wanted to facepalm.

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