⁺☆ Danger Room

Walking around the danger room, clipboard in one hand and supported by her hip while she idly chewed on the thumbnail of the other. She wanted to do something fun, but challenging for the more advance strength class. Last school year was her very first, so she was still getting a feel for things and taking everything with baby steps. Now that she was settled in, all bets were off. Perhaps a game of Save the Citizen souped up with falling debris of some sort. Scratching the side of her head with the pen cap, she nodded and proceeded to write that idea down and circle it as a hard maybe. She also jotted down a vague 'runaway train?' and underlined it a few times as if she'd remember what the lines even meant. She continued walking at a thoughtful pace before stopping in her tracks as an idea struck. "Anvils!" she jotted that down before pausing with the pen mid-. That would only be safe for the other kids with genuine super strength. in air through her teeth at the thought of a flattened student, she wrote 'HARD MAYBE' next to it, going over the lines repeatedly to darken and emphasize it.

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