fandomhigh | Detention, the Danger Shop 9/16/2006

When the students entered the Danger Shop, they would most likely notice that the room was just about empty. Except for seven chairs and a whole rack of costumes and table of accessories. Aly was perched on the table with a clipboard of names.

~~Joxer~~
~~Teddy Altman~~
~~Pip Bernadette~~
~~Walter Dornez~~
Blair Sandburg
Alanna Trebond
Layla Williams

Once everyone was seated, she looked up and grinned. "Well, then, since you were so gracious as to come spend your Saturday with me, welcome. I have three things for each of you to do today. You're going to need to get the information, carry out the instructions, and then answer the question." She looked amused. "To do the first, you'll have to blend into the crowd. So after you all tell me your names and why you're here, I'll give you your assignment. You'll want to dress the part then we'll go from there."

[OOC: Detention should last until from 9am-5pm EDT. I'll be afk from about 4:15-7EDT but I'm more than happy to keep playing after that if you want to. As a disclaimer? This is quite possibly all silliness. If you have any questions, get me on IM: spymasteraly]

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There was quite a haze in the saloon and one had to step carefully to avoid getting hit by jets of tabacco juice. There were clusters of cowboys drinking, playing cards, and wooing the barmaids.

Teddy looked around the place and tried not to grimace at the tobacco being spit in various directions. He ~~acted like a big ol' spaz~~ casually walked to the bar and began to look around the room for a man in a blue checked shirt.

And despite coming from an entire race of shape-shifting spies, Teddy was completely devoid of anything resembling such grace in this type of situation.

The lack of comfort was noted by quite a few of the men in the bar who shifted slightly, perhaps getting their weapons ready for a possible fight, perhaps just turning for a better view. His lack of dirt though did suggest some variety of greenhorn and many turned back to their cards or women after a quick appraisal.

The bartender slapped a smeared and dirty shotglass of what could possibly be whiskey in front of Teddy without being asked and then glared.

There might have been a man with a blue and white checked shirt over in the corner under the stairs, but it was difficult to tell in this light.

Teddy turned to look at the bartender. Then stared down at the glass in front of him. Then back up at the face of the glaring bartender, but thankfully he stopped himself from repeating the cycle once more.

He slowly backed away from the glaring and began moving toward the the stairway to get a better look as to who was over there, weaving around the various drunken men and barmaids as he went.

As Teddy moved through the room, he could probably feel the eyes following him and the hands checking guns to make sure their were loose.

Luckily as he approached the stairwell, he definitely was able to see that the man was in a blue and white checked shirt.

Teddy did not like guns, they made him very nervous. He'd been shot at way too many times to be comfortable around so many armed people.

He walked up to the man in the blue and white checked shirt and stood there awkwardly for a moment. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other before finally blurting out, "Stonewall?"

The man looked up immediately and frowned at Teddy. He stood up to his full height. "I don't know you from Adam, boy." He said as he pushed past. Teddy might have felt a heavy object drop in his shirt pocket as the man pushed by and left the saloon.

Teddy was quite proud of himself, he resisted the urge to reach for the object in his shirt pocket and he managed to wait five minutes before ~~running away from the gun people~~ leaving the saloon.

He walked off, out of the way of the flow of people, and reached for whatever that guy had dropped in his pocket.

It was a piece of paper wrapped tightly around a gold coin. The paper read Take your next right ~~and ping in here (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomhigh/1016878.html?thread=55659822#t55659822)~~

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