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Teacher's Lounge, Wednesday Morning

The students were not the only ones that needed a break from the stress of finals and graduation, and so Ghanima set herself up in the teacher's lounge, large boxes of ~~moddable~~ goodies from JGoB on the tables. Her work for the semester was done, but that didn't mean she couldn't share.

Teachers needed sugar too, darn it.

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"Rock climbing," Tyler read. "Nice class topic, but I can see where you're a little shy about the improv on it."

Of course, this was coming from the man who saw nothing wrong with teaching 14-year-olds to make nitroglycerin, but that was Tyler.

"I tend to favor the more extreme version myself," Ghanima laughed. "Harnesses are boring. But if we're going to cover mountaineering for a day, I may as well know all the technical terms to go with it."

"I've done a little city rappelling, but never without safety equipment," Tyler admitted with a little shrug. "You're teaching extreme sports?"

"More like extreme terrain," she replied. "What to do when you find yourself stranded somewhere, and how to stay mobile. Considering that our students come from a range of backgrounds and planets, a little bit of basic education isn't exactly remiss."

"You know, basic things like 'do not drink salt water.'"

"...unless you usually do," Tyler added quickly. "Different backgrounds and different planets, right? Someday we'll get somebody who drinks salt water and thinks fresh is poison."

"We need to start making all of them wear medical alert bracelets," she said dryly. "Before good intentions gets one of them maimed."

"If you could get them to be that public about their weaknesses," Tyler observed.

He took a bite of muffin. "No hallucinogenic effects yet."

"Curses, foiled again," she sighed. "Someday I'll get ingrediants right."

"But getting them to admit they're not invulnerable? That might take a miracle."

"Guess it goes with being young," Tyler said, though he'd never felt particularly immortal himself.

Not when you're being you, anyhow, a familiar if faded voice commented from the recesses of his skull. I fucking well am immortal, thanks.

Tyler ignored the comment from the peanut gallery.

"I took next term off from teaching," he said instead. "I need a break to have something worthwhile to say again."

Ghanima smirked at him slightly. "History isn't worthwhile?" she asked, flipping her ponytail over her shoulder. "Considering the number of dead people I've been parading in front of my students this term, I ought to be saddened by that statement."

"History is incredibly worthwhile, but me trying to talk about it when I have fuck-all to say isn't," Tyler answered. "Same goes if I try to teach kids how to blow things up again. I take a break, I do something else, I come back in July."

He raised an eyebrow. "Are you letting zombies teach again?"

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"No, I'm just taught them about dead madmen," Ghanima replied. "Unless you count me pre-coffee as a zombie."

"Having been a zombie and a caffiene addict, I can say they are not the same," Tyler reported truthfully.

"See? You just taught me something very important," she teased. "Without you, I would not have known the difference."

"I might have just saved you from a rogue caffeine addict," Tyler suggested, finishing his muffin. "We're dangerous if you poke us."

"Worse than zombies," Ghani laughed. "I don't think I count as a member of the human race before cup number two."

"One of my tribe," Tyler told her. "How's the training going at Fight Club, by the way? I've been too busy with my own bouts to do mroe than glance over."

"They're doing better," she said cautiously. "Really, they'd benefit from getting to work out more than once a week, but most of them can at least stand and throw a punch better than they could before."

"Maybe I'll do that this summer, if the gym's hiring," Tyler mused. "I don't really teach how to fight, but it can't be that hard."

"You learned yourself, at some point, even if it was through trial-and-error," Ghanima pointed out. "Show them how to hold their weight, and form a punch. How to make a shin-kick count. They don't need to know how to be professional boxers."

"That implies rules." Of which Ghanima did not approve.

"And rules are bad?" Tyler asked, cynical on this point. "You have to decide some things off the bat, else people will just kill each other."

"That depends on what kind of fighting you want them to learn," Ghanima pointed out. "Fighting for sparring or show, then yes, there are rules. Fighting to get the heck out of a fight or survive an encounter, then they need to know how to fight 'dirty' as it were."

Tyler's eyes dropped. "You're right about that," he said. "Fighting to live, you don't wanna get fussy about who's keeping their shoes on."

"Although guidelines for training, that's something else altogether," she joked, gauging his reaction. "We don't want them accidentally hurting themselves or others."

"Only on purpose?" Tyler asked, wit h a slight smile. "No, you just got me thinking -- how do you teach a kid to fight for his life without killing anybody, on purpose or by accident?"

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