hashtag_chocobro | The Danger Shop; Monday, Lunchtime [05/27].

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The Danger Shop; Monday, Lunchtime [05/27].

There was a part of Prompto that was really wondering if they could potentially get in trouble for doing this, but it seemed, to him, that the danger shop should definitely be free use for a couple of teachers for Very Important Things during school hours when no one else was using it, right? Right! Besides, this was a guy who had the prestigious honor of being one of the few students that had gotten detention at this school in recent years (albeit much more recently for the school than for him!) for all sorts of rule-breaking shenaningans, so, really, if anything, acting first and apologizing later when it came to school property was ultimately just on brand for him.

Besides, it was easily going to be the best way to teach Liliana all about cars and driving, and he'd meticulously put together a whole program to do so, and he was hoping it didn't go too much to waste. But, while the rum being set out for the squirrels had more to do with the fact that this whole driving thing was meant to be a surprise for Ignis, it didn't pass his notice that it would probably help a little if them doing this was actually a big fat no-no.

Only time would tell! If anything, they could at least get in a lesson before getting thoroughly busted and reprimanded, and that was what counted. So he was just going to be taking some time to check over his mock-up of the Regalia he'd programmed in and also the motorcycle he'd added in case they wanted to take a stab at that, too, and then just waited for his student to show up, with a wistful sigh toward the motorcycle.

Man, he really should look into getting one of those...

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Well. If there was one way to wipe the barely-held-back smirk off of Prompto's face, it was definitely a reaction like that, blinking a little before staring back at Liliana. And letting out a slow breath once her attention shifted off of him and back onto the steering wheel.

And then it was his turn to take a long moment to debate something internally.

"Now, hold on a second," he said, probably not exactly wisely, but that had always been Iggy's expertise, anyway. He shifted a little, sitting up in his seat with his attention now focused in and a hand lifted almost placatingly. "Take a few minutes, count down from ten or something like that, because you're all upset and tense, and that's not good. Shake it out a little, a couple deep breaths, and then, yeah, shift into forward, and slowly apply a little gas with the gas pedal. Ease it into going, nice and steady."

"As much as I enjoy being told to calm down, Prompto," Liliana said in that same light voice, "I assure you, I'm fine." Dean would probably recognize those CALMING TONES anywhere.

She did, in fact, immediately shift into forward and slowly pressed down on the accelerator, because she'd taught herself how to do that during her first lesson, too. Because it had been that or get motion sick from the stop-start-stop-start from the press-and-release she'd started with, because Dean hadn't bothered explaining further.

"We'll see about that," murmured Prompto, shaking his head and sighing a little as he braced himself, because, sorry, Liliana, you didn't practically murder him with a look like that and get away with trying to convince him that everything was fine. But since she insisted on just moving on (in more ways than one), he could suck it up and try to focus on the lesson while wondering if this really was actually a terrible idea.

And he breathed out with relief when it did seem to go smoothly.

"Okay," he said, "good. Now just roll along until you're comfortable with accelerating by pushing the pedal more, but, you know, slowly. Get a feel for it. Up ahead, I've set out some cones, do you see them? Roll us out to there and then see if you can stop at or near them, yeah?"

"Would you like me to do that exactly as you've laid out, or would you mind if I did some brake testing before we get over there?"

There was a pause, before Prompto answered, a bit of a hesitation, and then an annoyance that he'd even felt the hesitation in the first place. She'd asked him to teach her, right? So he was going to stick with his gut, especially since his gut was also being influenced on the principles of What Would Iggy Do?

"Exactly as I've laid out," he said, with a small, even-slightly-Iggy-like nod, "if you could. When you get to the cones, try the brake, so you can see how they respond in, like, a measurable distance."

"Ah, yes, I understand," she said with a slight incline of her head. "My appreciation for the explanation."

There were several times when her foot got a little heavy on the gas pedal, but she managed to pull it back, though whether that extra gas was due to temper, a desire to try something before reminding herself that she was following directions, or simply a natural inclination for speed was anybody's guess.

But they rolled and the cones approached and Liliana stomped on the brakes, hard, bringing them up short with a painful rock. Look, that was all the practice she'd gotten in with brakes in her first lesson. "Hmm."

And now Prompto was left wondering if that really was just a lead foot or intentional.

"Good!" Prompto said. "Very good! And now, you see, it doesn't take much at all for it to brake. Now, let's shift her into reverse, back up to the cones back where we came from, and try again. Now," Prompto prepared for a nice ~~conveniently handwavey~~ explaination, "reverse can be a little trickier, but if you just..."

"Does a brake work like the gas?" she answered, still frowning, not yet quite ready to move on to the intricacies of reverse. "A little bit at a time, too?"

"I mean," said Prompto, "pretty much, yeah. Well, not in what they're doing, really, but how they respond. With the gas, you're feeding the engine with with air and gas to make it move the car forward, and with the brakes, you're basically applying pressure to the wheels go stop them from turning. So if you press the pedals softly, it'll be a slower start and stop, and if you press the pedals real hard, then you go and stop hard, too."

Hm. A little like life, huh?

A brief moment of an almost protest, followed by a flicker of incredible frustration before her face smoothed out and she nodded. "And you were saying about reverse?"

Prompto wished he could tell if those flickers were moments he should go back and ask about or not, so he could explain in a better way, but, at the same time, she seemed pretty set on moving on.

So he explained it again, almost exactly the same as before, almost too nervous to deviate any further than necessary.

Well, at least for now, her expression had turned into one of intense concentration. She backed up and backed up, over and over again, like she was there was a riddle that could only be solved by doing it.

If Prompto had given her a place to aim to, she began by trying to head there, but eventually summarily ignored it in favor of turning the wheel in various directions and seeing what happened--

Until at last something fell into place and her face cleared. "The pivot point." And then she went forward again, her braking still rough and uneven but getting better, and maneuvered into whatever spot she'd been originally told to aim for. It was far from perfect, of course. She miscalculated a bit and overshot, hadn't really internalized using the mirrors, but the theory was there and the rest was a matter of practice.

At this point, reverse was probably Liliana's favorite part of driving.

Well, Prompto's intention was to just have Liliana go directly straight back in reverse for now...look, he'd been working a lot in terms of literal baby steps these days...so that was a little frustrating when that didn't quite work out, but she seemed to figure it out anyway, so yay? He guessed?

"Good," he said. "Good! Kind of getting the feel for it, right? And the more you do it, the easier it gets."

It's almost as if she wasn't a baby.

"It's the pivot point," she said again, forgetting herself briefly in her excitement of having figured something out for herself and proven she was, in fact, intelligent. "It's higher than I originally thought - it's not right above the hips, it's like just below the shoulders because it's only the front wheels that are actually turning."

That...sure was an explanation, Liliana.

In his defense, she did have a whole rant about nit knowing hardly even the first thing about it!

And now she was talking about pivot points!

"Well," said Prompto, with maybe a faint, tentstive sort of smile, "I guess that covers a good chunk of turning, which I was going to get into after we kind of mastered back and forth and going and stopping..."

And Prompto was doing an excellent job of not giving her esoteric orders based on the presumption she would know what he was talking about. And having been in a car even one time also helped. ~~Okay and so was some of what Dean had taught her. Some.~~

"But going straight backwards was hard," she said, as if this made obvious sense. "I had to figure out how the car moved because otherwise, the slightest shift out of alignment and I didn't know how to put it back. Thinking the back wheels pivoted when going in reverse like the front ones do going forward meant the car wasn't doing what I expected it to do. I had to figure out what it was doing, and I wasn't going to figure that out just by going back and forth."

"Why do I suddenly have the feeling that you just skipped right over the crawling stage and went right to running?" Prompto asked.

Look, his frame of references was very specific at this stage in his life.

"We would have gotten there. I'm trying to make sure no stone gets left unturned."

He was being thorough! That's what Iggy would do!

"It's like all anatomy," Liliana said, tone cooling as she recollected herself. "You can teach about things in discrete pieces, like a hand or a foot, but when it comes to movement none of that is actually helpful unless you look at it holistically. How it all fits together. Walking isn't just legs and feet, it's hips and centers of gravity and balance and swinging arms which leads to shoulders...I have built and rebuilt enough bodies to know what to look for when it comes to figuring out movement."

"Well," Prompto countered, "I haven't rebuilt any bodies at all, but I've rebuilt a lot of cars and trucks. Never taught anyone to drive one before, though, so I guess we're both learning. You wanna play around with turning and things now?"

He was kind of wondering now what his whole role in all this was supposed go be if she was just going do her own thing....

....guess how to answer questions in a way that didn't cause her to just glare at him, he supposed.

....gods, why did he agree to do this, again?

She still didn't know what she didn't know, Prompto! Like that reversing was a thing at all.

"Okay." She looked at him expectantly. "What do I need to know about turning?"

Yeah, but he didn't know what she didn't know, so how was he supposed to know how to help her know it without awkwardly stumbling over things she did know???

Prompto looked warily back at Liliana, took in a deep breath, and decided to just info dump everything he could possibly scrounge up about turning, tip to tail, anatomy of the car and offers to slip under the carriage to show her, even, with an extra emphasis whenever he referenced the pivot point, acceleration points, blah di blah blah blah and leave it up to her to decide what was useful.

Which, like, he knew she had a phone,did that phone just not have google?

Using Google required knowing what to look for, and how, and what sources were trustworthy, especially now that Google was forcing AI search results, and then also skill at translating something read into something physical.

Just because she was making connections that you didn't expect and not following your exact plotted course didn't make your teaching not valuable. Noctra might skip ahead to reading not long after learning her ABCs, but that didn't mean she instinctively grasped the concept of vowels.

Once again, she made him pause so she could write everything he was saying down, sometimes interrupting with a barrage of questions, sometimes making him repeat certain things until she was sure she understood it and could repeat it back to him in her own words. She took him up on his offer of the undercarriage and while it was clear she didn't give a fuck about the overall mechanics of the car, learning about how certain things affected how she could control the car were deemed necessary and important.

And once they got back into the car, she seemed much more confident and comfortable behind the wheel, sometimes muttering to herself little snippets of what he'd said to match it up to what was actually being done.

Well, a look at the undercarriage would surely lead to a peek at the engine, too, so hopefully Liliana brought plenty of paper to write on. And then Prompto was left wondering what other parts of the car he was failing to mention as he settled back in.

"So I guess...now we work on turning?"

She had a whole notebook! Liliana was a nerd and very notebook-oriented.

...Though, admittedly, she took fewer notes about the engine, seemingly content with 'engine makes cars go,' with the occasional interesting bit here and there.

They worked on turning, which mostly involved Liliana asking Prompto for turning-related goals that he wanted her to achieve and the parameters she needed to achieve them in. Regardless of anything else, she was going to get an A+ in driving. She was very determined.

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