Community Center Class: Tactics Pancake!!! | Monday

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Nina was still grumpy, but having supper with her brother last night had made her feel a little better (even if, like, they hadn't really talked about why she was grumpy) and anyway, like, most of her class wasn't going to notice her mood.

(She was… pretty sure that Bus Dean could, but also didn't know if he'd say anything about it.)

In any case, though, that was a problem for after class.

"Compatriots!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Welcome back!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she said, to all appearances cheerful from where she sat upon her desk as if it were a throne. The room was covered in chalk, as per normal, with two large bubble-like configurations drawn on each side of the classroom amidst all of the intricately designed spells.

"Like, I hope you all had fun on your break weeks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It's time to, like, see what dreadful things have been occurring to you all in the meantime……………………. Team Exploration, please standing in the left-most clear area and Team Ringbearer, on the right, thank you kindly!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Nina waited for them to straggle their way to their respective areas—and arbitrarily assigning places to people who hadn't shown up two weeks ago, keeping the numbers roughly even—before she invoked her spells and the room shifted, the chalk coming alive, and then…

Then they were all back on her deserted island.

Team Ringbearer was standing around their campsite.

Team Exploration was decidedly not.

"Let's get started," she said sweetly.

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The Undead Camp: The Cages

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Oh, hey, Team Exploration is here! Battered and bruised—insofar as Nina has permitted the illusion to make it appear as if you are all battered and bruised—and gaunt and exhausted because, well, you've spent the last two weeks being the captives of the undead legions.

Who make you work the bone-breaking labour of the mines on scant food and little rest.

And now, as you blearily try to get rest, your fresher, more energetic compatriots are dumped into your communal cage, stripped of all weapons and tools. The cage is locked once more, before any of you can do anything about it.

Inside the cage is naught but a few lumpy straw pallets, the far area has been roughly curtained off with a rag, hiding the chamber pot but not the smell of it, and there's a few cups of stale, stagnant water to drink.