fandomhigh | Freelance Treasure Hunting, Monday, Period 5, Class #1

As the students arrived, they would probably notice a woman clad in form-fitting black leather perched on a picnic table, swinging her feet as she waited for them to arrive. Some students, if they had met her, might be shocked at the woman's resemblance to Aeryn Sun.

Not that Vala knew the girl's last name, but that wasn't the point.

"Good afternoon, class. My name is Vala Mal Doran and I'll be your instructor for this class. As you know, this class will be about how to make your living as an interdimensional space pirate."

"Now, the first question you may have is why you would want to be an interdimensional space pirate, er, treasure hunter, in the first place. Clearly, you have much to learn if this is your question--because first, it's about fun. There's excitement, and danger, and your adrenaline rushes, and it's a wonderful feeling to know that you have done your best at every step of the process, and that the money you hold in your hand at the end of the day has been if not precisely honestly earned...well, you still have it in your hand, so it hasn't been used as bribes or bail money, and that's always a bonus."

"But enough about me," she said, getting up and wandering around, "I want to know about you--your names, where you're from, how long it takes to get there, the most convenient travel route, and any valuable or mythical objects that, if you were from your universe, you would attempt to appropriate and sell. Also, if you know of any pitfalls to obtaining these objects, either mystical or legal, please feel free to elaborate."

"Don't be shy," she coaxed, after a minute, "Who would like to go first?"

[ooc: ~~Please wait for~~ OCD is up!]

[daughter of ooc: Going to run errands for a few hours, will pick up pings when I get back.]

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Roxas is probably going to spend most of the lecture alternately blushing and staring.

Blushing and staring.

Staring, staring, staring, blushing.

Taking notes.

Because my GOD what is she wearing?!

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There is a point that comes up during the lecture, and he holds his hand up sort of tentatively.

"What if we can't travel plan- uh, interpan- thing. What if we can't travel through space?"

Because it's a logical question. Mostly because he can't travel through space.

Vala smiled at him, "If you can't travel through space, then you need to focus a little closer to home--but not your home, because that makes it much easier to find you."

He nods.

"So, the next town over would be okay?" Or maybe down at the beach. That's far enough away that you need to take the train, and the Usual Spot Gang could go treasure hunting in the sand.

Probably, once he's older, he'll think about places further away than places he knows.

"So, you travel through space to," he looks at his notes, "'appropriate and sell' stuff, too? What kind of stuff would you look for?"

"Well, usually I would look for things that are the subject of legend, or that I know other people are interested in buying," Vala explained, "such as technology, or fuel cells, or ships. For example."

"But you've got a spaceship to put that kind of thing into. So I'd need to look for things that are small enough for me to carry about with me?" he asks. "And that wouldn't slow me down if I was being chased."

"There's always the option of stealing information instead," she suggested, "but I like the way you're thinking--always think of escape and methods of carrying what you obtain."

"Well, information doesn't weight anything."

He chews his lip for a second.

"I'll think on it for later. Ways of obtaining information."

The smile he gives her is bright, even if it is small.

"Thanks."

"Glad I could help."

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